Comfort Kisses

"Big Boned"

My sincerest apologies for being absent for several weeks now. With the upcoming holidays, and me contracting an illness, it's been hard to update any of my stories, really. I'm also writing a new one; however, I plan on writing at least five chapters before publishing the first, so I won't be rushing and sloppily updating every few months, I hope that it will update every week or so. It'll be out soon! Also, THERE ARE NO LONGER NSFW REQUESTS FOR COMFORT KISSES. Take that to a one-shot compilation that will be out soon on my profile. This story will be fluff, the other will be smut… my dirty little sinners ;)

This story seems romantically inclined, but interpret it how you will.I also apologize to 'TheSpookster', a user who requested a Sans x Frisk fanfiction a long time ago.

Contains Sans x Frisk, bad bodily images of oneself, minor swearing, and agender Frisk. Also, both of them are adults, though Friskydoodles is slightly younger than Sans. Also I decided that because of MAGIC skeletons would be able to eat and gain weight, though not fat.

"...how do skeletons even get that fat?"

"How much does he weigh?"

"That skeleton obviously has no self control."

Hushed whispers could have been easily heard from from a corner of the snowy mountainside. Though the voices were quieted, it was obvious they made no real effort to mask their harsh and upsetting words.

As for Sans, who was sitting at his hot dog stand positioned in the opposite corner, he could hear everything. He lowered his gaze, ashamed, to the ground, pushing aside a bottle of ketchup he had been drinking. Was he really so heavy looking that it would inspire the usually kind residents of Snowdin to rudely discuss it, especially within the vicinity of his hearing?

Sans cast a shameful glance at a half-eaten hotdog set next to his bottle of ketchup. What were those, the third bottle and the fifth hotdog? He was disgusting, wasn't he? Eating endlessly like the pig he was… and that wasn't even counting the two times he went to Grillby's for snacks.

All of these beautiful, perfect monsters were all around him living happily, athletically, all the while he was sitting here munching on food and getting fatter and fatter. This was the first time he had made any derogatory statement or conclusion about himself.

As he thought about the other monsters in his life, he grew concerned. Papyrus, his brother, was tall and fit, with a broad chest and shoulders. Undyne, one whom could frequently be seen at his house to see his brother, was sleek and muscular. Mettaton, an idol whom he saw a little too much of was femininely thin. Everyone was perfect except for him.

One of the monsters that had been whispering about him approached Sans. "One more hot dog, please," They requested, looking directly at where his eyes would have been, had they existed.

Sans shot them a spiteful glare. "Listen to me, lady, you don't want to turn into what I am. We're closed." Without bothering to clean the small wooden food stand of the day's leftover food items, the skeleton stood up from his chair and left.

Taking one of his infamous shortcuts, Sans arrived at his home in less than a minute. Knowing that Papyrus wasn't home, he removed a key from the pocket of his ever-present blue jacket and halfheartedly unlocked the door, stepping inside and slamming it shut.

Sans inhaled sharply, pulling his jacket and shirt off of himself. He rest them with care on the faded green couch that lay faded in his living room. Viewing his torso in the mirror like reflection of the blank television screen, he let his usually bright smirk falter.

From his point of view, he was the ugliest, fattest piece of shit there was. Although skeletons could gain weight by eating too much, as any other being, their bodies have nothing to make fat reserves with and thusly, don't gain fat. After Sans had heard all of the negativity about his body that frankly, he had no choice about and couldn't change, he had started to doubt that. He believed he was the most imperfect being there was.

Sans let out a deep, weary sigh and collapsed backwards onto the couch, slipping his shirt and jacket on again. It was precisely at that moment that the door creaked open, and in walked a small human teenager by the name of Frisk.

"Hi, Sans! How was your day?" They smiled and threw themselves onto the couch next to him.

"Hey, kiddo. Oh, me? My day was fine, thanks. What'd you get done?" He forced himself to sound bright, like he usually was. It was so difficult it was painful.

"Uh, well, I… didn't accomplish anything," Frisk laughed. "I was helping your brother build that fort he's been talking out for a while and he sent me home because it was getting late."

"How's that coming?"

"Well, the roof isn't sturdy enough. We'll have to… SHINgle it!" Frisk giggled, remembering the joke as one that Toriel had told them. Sans didn't do as much as smile, he forced an airy, 'heh,' though.

The teenager frowned. "Alright, what's wrong? You don't seem right today."

Sans seemed to flinch. "What do you mean, kiddo? Of course I seem right, I'm me…" He chuckled nervously. "Never better…"

It was clear that the short skeleton was lying. It was evident in the way he spoke, the way he kept his gaze directed down, avoiding Frisk in any possible way, the way he had his knees pulled up to his chest in the fetal position.

"Sans. Please. You're important to me and you've told me that I'm important to you, too." Frisk sat next to him and lay a small, gentle hand on his. "I think I deserve to know why you're upset."

The skeleton sighed, moving his hand away. "It's really… really something that it'd be better if we didn't talk about this…"

"Sans… tell me what's wrong."

"I don't want to."

"It'll make you feel better."

"No, it won't! Frisk, stay out of it and let me be!"

"Please, Sans? You mean a lot to me and I don't want you to be sad. Do you not trust me, am I not important enough to you for you to tell me these things?"

Frisk knew that with their argument they had been somewhat unfair, but even guilting Sans into telling them why he wasn't himself was better than them not knowing.

"...god dammit, Frisk… are you sure you want to know?" Sans looked at Frisk, seeming beaten.

"I'm sure." The teenager gave a gentle, patient smile.

Letting out a low, almost pained sigh, Sans sat up, though his knees were still drawn up to his chest. "Well… I was at work, just minding my own buisness (ha, get it?), and these… these monsters that I've seen around here a fair few times started talking about the fact that I'm… you know… as… fat looking as I am."

Frisk frowned. "That's… that's horrible, isn't it? They have no right to talk about anyone else's bodies except their own. Are you sure that's what's bothering you, though? You didn't seem upset when people have told you bad things before."

"Today was… it was just… the day that I realized what they were saying was true." Sans looked down again.

"Oh, Sans… none of that's true, okay?" Frisk leaned forward and wrapped their arms around his middle, giving him a comforting hug that they didn't break away from. "You're really look fine."

"You don't understand! Even if you're not just lying for my sake, it won't change the fact that other monsters think that I am!"

"Listen to me, Sans," Frisk looked directly into the skeleton's hollow eye sockets. "If people really think that, are they really important? I'll tell you something… but you have to promise that you won't tell anyone."

Sans nodded slowly, before Frisk released him from their death-grip of a hug. "Remember when I first met you, and you asked me if I was male or female, and I told you I was agender? I'm pretty sure you know that I wasn't born that way. Biologically, I'm female… but when I was in grade school, say… 6th grade, I began to get bullied because I… 'developed' earlier than everyone else, and I mean, I was insecure about my body as it was. When I decided to transition… you wouldn't understand how hard things became."

The skeleton leaned his head on Frisk's shoulder, continuing to listen to their story.

"I absolutely hated what I was. Because of everyone else telling me that I wasn't… natural. That I wasn't normal. I hated myself when I was female, and I thought that coming out would change that, but I only ended up making everything worse. And… that's when I fell down here. No one cared, it seemed to be almost normal. I finally realized that as long as I was happy, no one else's opinions really matter."

"That doesn't relate to weighing a skeleTON, Frisk."

"The moral of the story here is that people don't matter if they think badly about something that doesn't affect them in any way."

"I really appreciate you trying to help, but that's not going to change anything…"

Frisk leaned forward and hugged their friend again, still allowing his head to rest upon their shoulder. "I just really want you to know that first of all, you're made of bone. You can't get fat. Second of all, I… I think you look really great."

Sans' breath seemed to hitch in his throat and his arms, previously limp at his sides, moved and gently returned Frisk's embrace. "Thank you, Frisk. I think you look great, too…" He mumbled, cuddling against his human companion.

"Aw, thanks."

"You're welcome, kiddo."
"No problem… and just remember what I said, okay? People who mind don't matter."

The Next Day

Sans was sitting nonchalantly at his hot dog stand, drinking a bottle of ketchup as always. It was peaceful as usual, until the whispers from the same people as yesterday started up again. He seemed to chuckle and set down his ketchup bottle, getting up from his seat and walking to the small group of inconsiderate monsters in which they were coming from.

"Eating hotdogs all day… drinking ketchup all day… ugh, disgusting. I bet he'll never get any sort of partner."

"Ahaha, it's kinda funny how you think I can't hear you."

One of the female monsters spun around, shocked and surprised, obviously not expecting him to be there. "O-oh…?"

"I've heard every single bit of shit you've said about me. Rather inconsiderate, huh?" Sans grinned even wider than usual. "It's kinda trippy to think that somewhere out there there are people thinking the exact same thing about you, right? Or at least that you don't matter."

The monster lady raised a hairy eyebrow as her companions fled. "What do you mean, I don't matter? Of course I matter, I tell people what they need to change about themselves." She sniffed and then turned up her nose.

"Hm. You think I need to change? You really think I'm fat? Well I'll have you know that I'm pretty fucking awesome, I guess I can be called fun sized." Sans winked. "And I'll have you know that I do have a partner, they're waiting for me at home. I don't care what you think about me, but keep it to yourself. I'm amazing and I can't change the way I look. Or are you just jealous?" He joked, before turning around, grabbing his bottle of ketchup, and taking a huge swig of the red condiment and grinning, teeth stained slightly red.

Needless to say, the monster turned tail and walked away, very confused and very, very embarrassed.

yeah um I'm sorry for the ending i'm a dick