Sans had fallen back asleep with a big smile on his face and after a while of looking at him you decided that you weren't going to catch a wink that night. Both due to the excitement of his revelation and the fear of what might happen if you did doze off again. You checked on Papyrus and much to your relief he was curled up in his bed, holding what looked like a teddy bear and a serene expression gracing his features. You wanted to make it up to him, but you didn't know how so you decided to just try and take care of the stained clothes lying on the bedroom floor.

You bite at your thumbnail as you stare at the washing machine.

"This can't really be that hard…" You mumbled to no one in particular, trying to figure out which buttons to press and what goes where.

Looking at the clock in the kitchen wall you see that it is still quite late at night. Or is it early in the morning? It doesn't really matter, you shake your head and decide to call it quits before you do anything stupid.

You sit down and place your elbows on the table, resting your head in your hands. You really want to figure out something to do that would make Papyrus happy, anything to make up for all the trouble you've cause him and his brother. You think hard. What does a tall skeleton with a big personality like? Maybe you should ask Sans for help? No, he's sleeping, and granted you've given him enough distress already, you should make it up to him as well.

So what do two skeletons who are complete opposites of each other enjoy doing?

You groan. This is going nowhere fast. You pull Sans' hood over your head and inhale deeply, taking in the comforting scent, absurdly hoping it'll somehow enlighten you. And just because you wanted to take in his scent, but that's not important. You realise that you don't know the brothers that well at all and frown at the thought. You're a terrible friend. And a terrible soulmate. Your stomach flutters at the term and you mentally smack yourself. This is no time to be love-struck.

You straighten up in your seat suddenly. If you don't know that much about them then there's no time like the present to get to work on that. But it's way too early (late? god damn it) to go about such a thing now. So what are you supposed to do until it's a reasonable enough hour for them to be awake? And you for that matter… You're struck with the notion that sleep deprivation mixed with a hint of paranoia makes you more hyper than one would consider normal.

You run your hands through your hair causing the hood to fall back onto your back. Walking into the living room you spy the stack of books that you brought from the house from the corner of your eye and raise an eyebrow at them. You guess you could take a look through them. If only just to pass the time.

You pick up the one at the top. "The nature of souls…" You mumble the title. You skim through the index. Sitting down cross-legged on the couch you open on a chapter about what the colour of a human soul means. There's a variety of colours and what traits they correspond to. What colour is your soul? You've never seen it yourself. You make a mental note to ask Sans about that. Bright isn't exactly a colour after all.

As you look through the traits you try to guess which colour you think you'd be. Determination, bravery, patience, integrity, perseverance, kindness, justice… Do you have any of these? Which one identifies you? Well your magic has a red aura, does that mean your soul is red?

Before you can reach a conclusion you feel a hand on your shoulder, making you jump and drop the book on the floor. "Jesus Christ!"

"Nope, last I checked it was Sans." You hear laughing behind you and turn to glare at the small skeleton. "Sorry, didn't mean to make you jump out of your skin. Woke up and saw you weren't there, was kind of worried. Why are you here?" He leans against the back of the couch, face propped up in one of his hands.

"Couldn't sleep. Wanted to do something, but after reconsidering my inaptitude, decided against it. Ended up reading." You explain succinctly. "Hey, what colour's my soul? I kind of realised I haven't seen it."

Sans' pupils drift to the book you dropped. "White."

You scowl. "Well that's disappointing." He chuckles.

"Why do you say that?"

"White isn't in there. It mentions that the colour reveals the trait that most reflects your being and it lists some. White isn't one of them." He grins at you in a way that makes you think he knows something you don't. "Also white light isn't really a colour is it? It's just what you see when all the colours are put together."

"Is that so?" He asks a little sarcastically as his expression turns to one of amusement. It slowly dawns on you what that actually means and you feel like somewhat of an idiot for taking so long to get to that conclusion.

"Oh…"

"I did say your soul was something special. You can't be described by a simple label. You're so much more than that." His fingers stroke your face gently. "Most people have a stronger characteristic that outshines all the others. Frisk is clear determination. As was Chara…"

You rub your face with your hands at the mention of your brother. "Makes sense, even after dying he was determined to keep on hating me and everyone… Still is."

Sans' features fall slightly, marked with regret. "I shouldn't have brought him up."

"No it's fine. He's been plaguing my thoughts lately anyhow." You brush it off despite the nasty feeling in your stomach. "Does Papyrus work today?"

He eyes you suspiciously. "Don't think so. What did you decide against doing by the way? Nothing bad I hope…" There's a serious tone in the last sentence that you choose to ignore.

You blush and look away. "I was trying to clean up the bloody mess I made on your clothes. Realised I don't know how to use that contraption and didn't do anything in fear of making an even bigger one." He chuckles and tells you that it's fine, he was going to do it later. "Yeah well I was trying to be helpful." You shrug. "I was also thinking that I really want to do something for Papyrus but I couldn't come up with anything…"

You feel Sans resting his chin on your head, chuckling. "I thought I said I'd do that."

"And I wanted to as well. But since I can't really offer anything, I was thinking I'd get to know you two better… I realise I haven't really invested any time in that…" Looking down at your hands you feel guilty. They've been nothing but nice to you and you haven't so much as asked them what they like.

"You had your mind on other things, understandably. But that sounds good." Sans moves around the couch and plops down next to you. "What would you like to know? While Paps is still sleeping." You look at the small skeleton next to you, and as you notice the tired look on his face you wonder if it weren't for you being here if he'd be sleeping himself.

"What do you like to do on your free time?"

"Nap. Even when I'm busy. I think the time I've spent with you is collectively the most time I've been awake in my entire life." He flashes you a lazy grin.

"For some reason I saw that one coming." You giggle. "Stupid question, but what's your favourite colour?"

He thinks on that for a moment. "I like orange. It's Pap's colour." That comment warms your heart. "What's yours?"

"I never really had one." You fiddle with your thumbs and bite down on your bottom lip. "But lately, I've kind of grown attached to blue…" A light cyan hue crawls to Sans' cheekbones and you smile timidly. You try to think of something else you want to ask him. "Hmm… What do you want most in the world?"

His eyes stare intensely into your own. "I've already got everything I need." It's your turn to flush a deep red.

"W-what would you like to do today?" Sans shrugs noncommittally.

"Anything you and Pap want is fine with me."

There's a comfortable silence for a while. You see him closing his eyes and you're not sure if he's gone to sleep. Either way you decide to speak up. "Promise me something…" He opens one eye socket as a way to show you he's listening. Crossing your arms over your chest, hugging yourself you shiver slightly. "If I ever try to hurt anyone…"

A skeletal hand covers your mouth and Sans' face is right in front of yours before you can finish your sentence. "I'm never going to make that promise." His voice is soft but at the same time scarily intense and unwavering. Your heart beats faster in your chest and your breath catches in your throat. "Instead you promise me you won't ever think of that again." He removes his hand but you don't say anything, you nod your head just enough so that he can perceive it. "Good."

Returning to his previous position he closes his eyes once again. You don't allow yourself to do the same. You're too afraid of what might happen. So you just look at him, like you did earlier that night. Slowly you inch closer, resting your head on his shoulder, finding that without his jacket around it to provide some padding it's a little harder than before. Even so, it's still oddly comfortable for bone. His arm drapes itself over your waist and pulls you to him. You let out a sigh.

Phalanges draw circles on your waist over the fabric of the jacket. You notice Sans' other arm lying across his leg, radius and ulna exposed. So naturally you decide to run the tips of your fingers over his bones, so gently someone might think you'd break him if you did otherwise. He gasps at the feeling, his eyes shooting open. You briefly question how sensitive his bones really are in your mind. From his reaction you take it that, if he's relaxed, a lot.

"Sorry…" You whisper.

"It's okay. It felt… nice." You can't help the small smile that crawls onto your lips coupled with a light blush.

Shifting slightly, Sans pulls his leg up underneath him, leaning closer to you as a hand nestles in the crook of your neck, turning your head upwards. His body presses against you and his mouth finds yours, kissing you passionately. Despite the fact that he doesn't have any lips to work with, you enjoy it just as much, if not more, as you think you would have had he possessed any. Just because he was Sans, it made everything beyond perfect.

He pulls back shortly after, and you're a bit disappointed until you hear the click of a door opening as Papyrus steps out of his room looking like he had a terrible night. You feel so awful about it, you jump off the couch and walk up to the tall skeleton throwing your arms around him, your face reaching the bottom half of his ribs.

"I'm so sorry Papyrus." At first he's taken aback and takes a while to completely comprehend what is happening. But not even five seconds pass until he's got his own arms over your shoulders in a tight hug.

"HU-Um I mean… Star… It's okay…" He speaks softly, rubbing your back gently. Soon he's back to his loud cheerful self. "I, THE GREAT PAPYRUS, HAVE GONE THROUGH A LOT WORSE! AFTER ALL, UNDYNE WAS MY TEACHER!" You giggle at that in spite of yourself and look up to see the tall skeleton sporting his trademark heart-warming smile that lights up the room.

"Isn't my bro cool?" Sans speaks from his spot on the couch.

You hold him tighter. "The coolest." You beam up at him and you didn't think it'd be possible but somehow his grin spreads wider, his eyes shining with enthusiasm. "I was thinking we could have some fun today, how does that sound?"

"NYEH-HEH-HEH! IT SOUNDS LIKE A GREAT OPPORTUNITY TO ENBARK IN A MOST AMAZING ADVENTURE THAT YOU SHALL REMEMBER FOR THE REST OF YOUR LIFE FONDLY! WE MUST CALL EVERYONE!" And without another word he's gone to his room presumably to do just that, leaving you speechless and wide-eyed.

"Everyone? Wait, I was meaning to hang out with you two. Not that I don't like everyone else… But I don't know if I'm ready for this." Sans takes in your sudden panic.

"Should've been more specific. Pap gets excited easily." You lean against the wall inhaling deeply.

"I can see that…"

Sans gets up off his seat and walks over to you, smirking. "Don't worry, it'll be fun. If I know Paps, and believe me I do, he'll do everything in his power to make sure you have a great time."

You flash him a nervous smile, anxiety starting to take over you. "It was supposed to be the other way around…"

"He likes doing these things, makes him happy." He takes your hands and squeezes them compassionately.

"What if… I'm not stable? What if I start seeing things again? I don't want to do anything… stupid." You breathe, a sense of dread sinking in.

"I'll be here to make sure you don't." He assures you. "If anything seems wrong you tell me okay?" You nod at him, grateful that he's here to quell the bubbling fear rising in you. His hands rise up to caress your face in a soothing fashion and you close your eyes taking deep breaths. "Just relax and try to enjoy yourself. We can call it quits at any time."

Papyrus bursts out of his room, full of energy and anticipation. "EVERYONE'S BEEN NOTIFIED! NOW TO MAKE A NUTRITIOUS BREAKFAST TO PREPARE FOR THE GREAT DAY AHEAD OF US!" He flat out skips towards the kitchen.

You smile weakly at Sans. "Can't disappoint someone like that…"

NOTE: That's it for this chapter! Hope you enjoyed reading it, please leave any feedback you may have :)