As you stroll down the streets on the way to Sans' house, you notice him mulling over something in his head. At times it seems like he'll say something but he always ends up not doing it. "Whatever you want to say, I'm listening…" You encourage him, partly because your curiosity is getting the best of you.

"I want to spend as much time with you as I can. I don't know if I'll go to sleep and wake up surrounded by snow, never to see you again…" The prospect saddens you. "You make me feel things I never did before… After years of the same routines Underground, I got to hold on to something like that."

"I feel the same way." You mutter quietly, empathizing with him completely. In a moment of boldness you reach for his hand and squeeze it gently, a light blue glow appears on Sans' cheeks.

When you finally reach your destination, Sans goes to open the door but before he can you're greeted by Papyrus bursting the door open, a huge grin lighting up his face. "HELLO HUMAN! SANS! LOOK WHO CAME TO VISIT!" His enthusiasm makes you smile until you see the child standing behind him.

Your whole body tenses and blood drains from your face as you stare at them, wide eyed. No… It can't be… They're dead… "Ch-"

"Frisk!" Sans chimes in, picking the kid up off the ground in a hug. The child giggles and hugs him back.

"Frisk?" The name sounds familiar.

"Yeah, our ambassador up on the surface." Right, you had heard people talk about that while you were on the streets, not so long ago. You feel yourself relax, but not for long as you spot a goat looking monster coming out of the kitchen with a pie in her hands. Your heart clenches and you feel like you might cry.

"Toriel…"

"Oh, hello my child… Have we met before? I'm sorry, I can't say I remember you…" Her voice is sweet, her demeanour motherly.

"Oh, no, I just… I think I saw you before… On the news that is…" You trip over your words. "Y-you're very beautiful…" You find yourself saying. She laughs slightly which makes you smile in return.

"Why, thank you… So who do I have the pleasure to be speaking to? Any friend of Sans' is my friend as well."

"You can call me Star…" She extends you her hand but instead you embrace her. You shouldn't have done it but you can't help yourself and you revel in the moment when she slowly and caringly hugs you back.

You realise everyone's staring at you and you quickly back away, feeling self-conscious. "Sorry… I, uh, have boundary issues." You mentally kick yourself for such a stupid excuse, considering you didn't show any indication of that to Sans who happens to gawk at you inquisitively. You try to look anywhere but at him.

"It's quite alright…" Toriel laughs again. "Would you like some pie? It's butterscotch-cinnamon."

"BUT FIRST WE WILL HAVE THE GREAT SPAGHETTI THAT I, THE GREAT PAPYRUS, WILL PREPARE WITH GREAT CARE!" Papyrus exclaims eagerly. "HUMAN! WOULD YOU CARE TO JOIN ME IN MY AMAZING COOKING ENDEAVOUR?" You can't say no to that face so you just nod despite somewhat fearing for your safety. "GOOD! I WILL MAKE PREPARATIONS! WHEN I NEED YOU I SHALL CALL FOR YOU!" And with that he saunters over to the kitchen.

The child, Frisk, tugs at your jeans and you look at them. They point to Sans, who's chatting away with Toriel in what seems to be a contest on who can make the worst puns, it makes you smile. Then they point back to you and flash you an impish grin and you're confused until they form a heart with their hands. "What are you implying?" Your eyes grow to the size of baseballs and you quickly look away, blood rising to your cheeks for what feels like the umpteenth time in the past couple of days. What is wrong with you?

They grab your jacket sleeve and pull you over to the couch where you obediently sit next to Frisk. They're just a child you've never met before and yet… "Frisk, huh?" They nod happily. You ruffle their hair. "You don't talk much do you?" They shake their head and you sigh. "The ambassador thing's been making you busy?" They nod. "That's good I suppose. I hope everyone can live happily here on the surface." They smile widely and you mirror their expression.

"HUMAN!" You turn to see Papyrus sticking their head into the living room. "I REQUIRE YOUR ASSISTANCE!" And with that you get up and head in for whatever's in store for you.

Inside, you find Papyrus avidly stirring what you presume is tomato sauce. He starts loudly ordering you around, but you don't feel forced to do anything, it's almost as if his gusto motivates you into wanting to do anything to keep that smile on his bony face. By the time you're done his spaghetti actually seems to be quite amazing.

"Wow that smells im-pasta-bly good. Did you do some sort of magic?" Sans asks as he comes in.

You shift from one foot to another, uncomfortable. "I-I didn't do much, I just helped with whatever Papyrus asked…"

"DON'T LISTEN TO HIM, HUMAN! HE LIKES TO TEASE ME AND SAY MY SPAGHETTI ISN'T INCREDIBLE! WE ALL KNOW THAT HE'S JUST JEALOUS HE DOESN'T HAVE MY AMAZING COOKING EXPERTISE!" Papyrus says as he hands you the plates for the spaghetti.

"Let me help you with that." Sans takes the dishes from your hands, his fingers brushing against your skin, making it feel like it's on fire. You take a deep breath.

Throughout the meal you can see that Sans and Toriel are good friends. They banter back and forth, throwing puns at each other, making Frisk and Papyrus groan and you to giggle softly. The spaghetti did turn out pretty good and you made sure to let Papyrus know, the proud look on his face warming your heart. You're having a very nice time with these monsters and this child and you silently wish it had always been like this for you. You steal a glance at Frisk who's showing something to Papyrus and a sense of nostalgia washes over you, memories from long ago rustling at the back of your mind. You quickly pound them down into the abyss that is your subconscious.

"Time for pie." Toriel starts to cut slices. "One for Pa-PIE-rus." She winks as she hands it to a very angry looking skeleton and Sans laughs.

You bite into your own slice and close your eyes, savouring the sweetness. It has to be one of the best things you've tasted in your lifetime. You feel a warmth circling in your chest and you wonder if it's magic. "It's utterly delicious…" You murmur.

"I'm glad you like it."

Later, you help Papyrus doing the dishes. At first he had complained, saying that no good host would make his guest do such a thing, but you finally convinced him that you really wanted to help and you're glad to finally be contributing somehow. After that's done with you both join the rest of the group on the couch, they're watching some show on TV you're not really paying much attention to.

As Toriel and Frisk get up to leave you go up to the door as well. Sans grabs at your wrist and pulls you to his side. "You're not going anywhere." You look down blushing and Frisk sports a sheepish smile that goes from ear to ear.

"You're always welcome to visit us whenever you'd like, my child." Toriel's loving voice offers as they head out.

"Thank you…"

Not long after they've gone Papyrus says it's bedtime, which means that it's bedtime story time. You find it endearing when Sans walks behind him to his room. This makes you think that maybe he's the older brother after all, but you're still not sure.

For the first time you're alone since Sans brought you here, you don't think of leaving. He was right. For all you knew you could never see him again if you walked out that door. And you didn't want that. When he comes back out into the living room his grin seems to grow when he sees you sitting on the couch still.

"I had a feeling you'd have taken off by now. I'm glad you didn't…"

"Me too…"

"Boundary issues, huh?" He chuckles, you cover your face remembering that fiasco.

"I didn't know what else to say…"

"Maybe the truth." He suggests sinking in to the seat next to you.

"I like fluffy and cuddly monsters…?" The skeleton raises a brow bone at you and then looks at himself.

"Well that sucks. Never thought I'd be upset at being a skeleton."

"No, I didn't… I mean… I wasn't… It was…" You stutter making an even bigger fool of yourself. He just laughs at you.

"Don't worry about it." You pull your knees up to your chest and hug them to yourself, suddenly filled with sadness and guilt. You feel Sans' arm rest on your shoulders and pull you closer to him. You don't complain, just lean into him and close your eyes.

"You're cuddly too…" You say, rubbing your face on the fur of his jacket's hood. You feel Sans tensing up. For some reason it feels like he's holding his breath. You look at his face and are met by the darkest shade of blue you've ever seen on him. Hastily, you back away. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have done that, or said that." You hide your idiot face behind your idiot knees, pulling your idiot hood over your idiot head. Idiot, idiot, idiot… You scold yourself internally over and over.

As you're metaphorically beating yourself up you feel Sans shift in his seat. You don't have the guts to move to face him. "Tibia honest that's the last thing I'd expect anyone to say about a bag of bones like me." If you could make yourself any smaller you would. You allow yourself a peek from under your hood. You see Sans with his eyes closed, a pleased expression as well as that light blue glow… He looks so… You go back to hiding under your hood.

You hear Sans moving but don't bother seeing where he's going, until you feel his hands on each side of your head lifting it and turning it so that he can look at your face. He's right there next to you. In your chest, your heart is going a mile a minute. He leans closer. Your breathing quickens and your throat feels dry and clenched.

And then he hugs you. "Cuddle with me then."

You're shocked, to say the least. But at the same time you really want to take him up on that… You let go of your legs and wrap your arms around his one. Nestling your head on his jacket sleeve, you close your eyes as you take in a deep breath. His scent surrounds you and you can't quite describe it, he smells like… magic…

He leans against the armrest pulling you along with him, he then shifts you so that your back is to his front and puts one leg on each side of you and you just lean back, feeling embarrassed but content. You realise that he's surprisingly warm, considering he's a skeleton. Your head rests on his bony shoulder and with one of his hands he gently strokes your hair and you feel a shiver go down your spine. It feels nice… You let out a breathy sigh and feel Sans' embrace tighten around you.

"You make me feel safe…" Your words are muffled by his warm blue jacket and you're not sure if he even heard you because all you feel is his ribs softly rising and falling at a steady pace. Soon, sleep takes over you too.

NOTE: MORE FLUFF! Also what was that about with Frisk and Tori... Hmmmmmm.