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Firstly, so sorry for such a long wait! I'll be updating Just a Game... Right?, But Nobody Came, annnnd UnderWar next! It should be sometime this week, but I'm in a place where there is no internet so I'll do those three ASAP guys!

There was no good punnychapter name this time, so I'll explain this one. It refers to how she comforted him, the position they're in (which was actually really comfortable), and the conversation at the end. If you guys couldn't figure that out on your own, of course. Which you totally can.

Okay, story time!

By the end of the first Hobbit, half of the snacks were gone. Undyne and Alphys were joking on the love seat with the rest of the popcorn. Frisk and Papyrus were cuddled together on a mattress you and Frisk had laid out in preparation a few hours before,
sleeping peacefully and with the utmost adorableness. Sans and Gaster sat on opposite sides of the couch from each other, the place where you'd been sitting temporarily empty while you grabbed a soda and put in the second Hobbit.

There was a tangible tension between the brothers, but you knew that was always the case. Sometimes- no, all the time- you wondered what had happened between them to make them so hostile, but whenever Sans was questioned he would expertly change
the subject or tell a joke. Until recently, you couldn't stand the sight of Gaster long enough to ask him about it.

"So... you guys want anything?" You asked hesitantly, to break the awkward silence. Sans laughed. "*Nah, 'cept you to sit back down. I was comfortable 'till ya moved, ya know." The smoller skelle complained. Gaster simply snorted, rolling his pinpricks.

You ignored the taller and sat beside Sans with a laugh. "Whatever, lazybones." He simply winked and adjusted back to how he's been positioned during the first movie, sprawled out and half on top of you. As the second Hobbit began, everything was
going amazingly.

By the time the Lord Of The Rings: The Two Towers began, it was close to three in the morning and nearly everyone was already asleep. It was only you, Sans, and Gaster still up, even if for different reasons.

You were the ultimate fan of LOTR; there was no way you were sleeping until the end!
Sans didn't trust Gaster alone with you, not after the trouble his older brother had gotten into the other night- even though he had no knowledge that you were there.
And Gaster... he just didn't sleep, you guessed. You'd never seen it, anyway.

Actually, halfway through the Battle of Five Armies, Gaster had gotten up from the couch and sat at your dining room table, where he started sketching and writing notes in Wing Dings on a notebook he'd summoned from nowhere. It was an open-concept
apartment, though, meaning he could still see the tv, so you didn't mind too much as long as he left the rest of your home alone.

You wrapped yourself further into the blanket cocoon you had covered with a few movies ago, shivering slightly. It had gotten cold during the early hours of the morning. You yelped when, with a chuckle, Sans scooped you up suddenly to cuddle. "*Don't
worry, (y/n)! I'll protect you from the cold!" He declared teasingly. You didn't even try to get away- despite his having no blood or muscles, Sans emitted a warmth that was magical. In both senses, literal and figurative.

"Thank you, brave knight Sans!" Came the reply from the mountain of blankets you hid in, grinning nearly as wide as the skeleton. Even Gaster's scoff from the dining room couldn't dampen the good mood. It was nice to be able to enjoy each other's company
like this. "*You're quite welcome, my good Lady." Sans said, more reserved andquietly than he had before. You paused, looking over at him curiously. What had changed?

Nothing, that you could see. His cheekbones were bluer, but that was from laughing, surely. He was staring at the television, but it was his favorite part on at the moment.

Maybe he was just distracted by that, and that's why he whispered rather than spoke.

You shook off an unfamiliar feeling in your stomach, chalking it up to the lateness of the night, and snuggled in closer to Sans' blue hoodie. I'm going to wear that hoodie someday, you decided with a grin, if it takes me stealing it off him!

The thought filled you with determination... and you missed the deepening of blue tints in Sans' face when you'd moved closer. Too bad, huh?

The next morning greeted you with quite a pleasant rested feeling. You were snuggled against something very warm and very comfortable, with your arms wrapped around whatever-it-was' middle and your head resting under... it's chin?

Hang on just one second...

You opened your eyes wide, careful not to move an inch. Under you, Sans was asleep, eye sockets closed. His grin was more relaxed and... rather peaceful. You felt his chest rise and fall softly, as if he were breathing. But how did that work?
There was nothing to fill with air; he didn't have lungs!

It was something you'd always wondered at, because this wasn't the first time you'd seen some sort of breathing. This was, however, he first time you'd fallen asleep while cuddling your best friend like a giant teddy bear.

Judging by the way his arms were wrapped around you as well, it seemed he hadn't minded.

You felt a blush spread across your face. Of course, this wasn't a big deal, right? It HAD been a sleep over among friends, and while this was the first time you'd awoken to this particular situation, it wasn't the first time Sans had stayed the night.
Granted, it was always with others there, too- unlike a certain someskelle who didn't care whether he was alone with you or not.

Carefully, as not to disturb him, you moved so Sans' chin was no longer resting on your head. There was no one around to help you out of this mess, unfortunately. There was, however, a note on the table from Undyne.

'You two lovebirds enjoy the nest. The rest of us went out for breakfast! We'll bring you back some waffles, punk!

-Undyne'

The red tint bloomed into shades of scarlet and maroon. Lovebirds? No way! He was your best friend! There was no way... right?

Before you could launch into a long analysis on whether or not there was or was not a way for you two to possibly be 'lovebirds', movement from Sans distracted you.

"*... dirty... the reports..." He muttered, etched smile turning downwards in perhaps the first frown you'd ever seen. His bone brow furrowed, skull turning to the side as if he was saying 'no'. "*...anomaly..."

Dirty? Reports? Anomaly? Maybe he was having some sort of... science nightmare? You knew Sans had trouble sleeping, and Paps came to you a few times when Sans' nightmares- the ones he denied having at all- got particularly bad to see if
you could help, but you'd never actually seen one happening.

Sans gripped you tighter, and a blue light began to glow under one eye. His mumblings got worse, and he was sweating blue magic, getting more and more frantic as seconds passed. This one had to be really bad... and you wanted to help your best friend.

But how? You'd only ever dealt with your own nightmares... Still. You had to try. For Sans.

"Shh, shh... Sans...? Sans, it's me, (y/n). Hey, you're okay. I promise, alright?" You kept whispering things like that into his ear(?), rubbing the back of his ribs through his hoodie as calmingly as you could manage. It seemed to work a little. He wasn't
mumbling anymore, and he'd relaxed a bit. The grip on you was still strong, though, and Sans pulled you closer like a child would with a stuffed animal or beloved blankie.

Surrendering to your fate of being trapped, you put your head back under his chin and closed your eyes. Sans had calmed down off his nightmare and it was only, like, six in the morning. Way too early to be up, by both of your standards.

With the danger of night terrors out of the way, you fell back into dreamland comfortably.

Gaster snorted, crossing his arms as he looked down his nose cavity at his brother and the pet. Sans was glaring back at him, silent so as not to disturb his sleeping human. "*I see you're happy, little brother."

"*What do you want, G?" The smoller skelle hissed. She grumbled and moved a little at the noise, and he glanced down, hurriedly putting a skeletal hand on her head to calm her. The elder simply chuckled, but he, too, kept his volume down. Neither
wanted their human to wake up during this quiet confrontation.

"*I want her gone. That's what I want, Sansy." Gaster growled, his smile turning bitter.

"*Why?!" The other was exasperated. They'd had this conversation countless times, and never had he been given a straight answer. Sans wasn't allowed to complain, however. He'd done the same thing to Papyrus just as many times about a variety of
subjects.

"*Because, brother. It's a human. Humans don't belong with monsters, and vice versa. That's one thing those AMG idiots are right about." The last part was muttered, but all skeletons had excellent hearing (which made little sense, given
the complete lack of anything with with to hear. They also have night vision. Which is totally cheating.) and Sans caught it easily. "*You're STILL involved with the Monster Insurrection, then? G, we've talked about this! You can't-"

"*I can do what I want, with whom I want, when I want, little brother." He stressed the 'little' with a sneer. "*You are no parent of mine, that you should know better than anyone." Gaster's eyes grew cold and emotionless, and Sans'
narrowed in response. When his brother was like this, he was dangerous. Almost too much so to handle.

Still, he knew his brother wouldn't dare attack. Not now, not here, and certainly not with her in the crossbones. Sans would never be able to hurt her, he knew that. But why Gaster had never been violent- save that first night, of course- he couldn't
understand. What was so special about her to HIM?

Sans understood his own feelings well enough. But Gaster was a wall of ice and bone, even to one normally such an expert in reading expressions and magic.

The elder's eyes returned to their everyday disdain, and Sns relaxed. He realized only when he let go that he'd been gripping her back almost too tightly for human comfort. Good thing it hadn't woken his human...

"*Get her away from us, little brother. You know the dangers. You should have listened to me that first night." Gaster blinked out of sight with a silent snap of his phalange, leaving Sans to gaze down at their human with a long, soundless sigh.

The dangers, he did indeed know. But he was taking care of those. Soon enough there would be no more trouble from those sources, and there would be no threat to his human. He was making sure! The Magic Blasters, the studies in quantum Physics, magic
theory, and monster history. She would be prepared.

G had no right to tell him what to do. Elder or no, it was his decision that lead to this, not Sans'. The skeleton had made a promise, even if it was to no one else. He'd promised to keep his human safe, and he would keep it.

No matter what came out of the Void.