Sansy peered up at the imposing sideboard unit.

The morning bought a world in a whole new light to him, as it shone on everything that was now oversized all around. Whether he was some sort of clone of himself the original Sans the other Sans, or literally born yesterday with gifted memories, he really wasn't too stressed about it. The world outside of a lifetime enclosed in the Underground was different enough that this was, in a way, just another part of things being different.

And, heh, this could be quite interesting.

He would still have to find out what happened with; he assumed the machine, to cause this new life. He didn't really remember running it just before he woke up like this, just memories of the underground and life in Ebott after. But it was pretty safe to assume.

He took a shortcut back to the currently empty armchair and carefully stepped from the soft arm to the long, low cabinet it was beside.

Wow, that magic use really did take more out of him than he was used to, he thought. Smaller size but more reduced magic reserves than a small monster could normally expect. Oof, okay.

Sneaking back into the house could be do-able to investigate. He didn't really think the others had it in for him, as bad as what he overheard yesterday sounded. He wasn't about to out himself as having been abruptly hidden down an old lady's blouse at the time though.

But the more he thought about it, the more he felt a certain satisfaction in not being known about by them all. For now at least.

He walked around neatly placed photo-frames set to the side of a darkly looming wall-mounted TV overhead, past a bowl of pink and brown potpourri which he picked a hand sized reddish paper flower out of, then viewing as he went a variety of huddled knick-knacks and a phone handset, to the edge. He glanced down the gap that appeared to be an achievable four inches, then with a pat-pat of tiny slippers made the jump to his intended area. Heh Papyrus would be shocked to see him so active.

…

Would he get to see him again? Would he even see him as his brother… Sans… knew what his brother was like but this was… was…

His forlorn train of thought stalled against a background of muted chinking and placing of cutlery and crockery, and the thud and rustle of food packaging and cheerful half-singing emanating from the kitchen.

She hadn't meant to fall asleep in her armchair last night, but after all that excitement and then spending time figuring out supper for the little skeleton monster yesterday, the temptation to pull the throw blanket up to her shoulders and 'just shut her eyes for a minute' had proved too much in the end. Who was going to tell her otherwise anyway? Not the little skeleton certainly, as he had already fallen asleep before her, leaning against her upper arm.

She had smiled down and tucked the blanket around him, then leaned back carefully, so that if she did nod off and shift in her sleep, he would at worst fall onto the blanket instead of off the side of the chair. Her last thoughts as Mabel drifted off were how sweetly child-like the delicate creature with white lidded sockets looked cuddled up to her arm.

She paused in digging through the cupboard with cereal boxes to jot another item down on her notepad on the sunlit counter as she hummed absently, with the occasional 'la, da-da' thrown in. There was only so much improvising that could be done, so a shopping trip was looking called for.

Last night's supper had been shared from her own dinner onto a sandwich size plate for Sansy, who had a valiant attempt at hefting a teaspoon to pick up the extra small diced potatoes, before Mabel thought hard and got up from the table she was sat at, and he was sat on, coming back with a rattling container of cocktail sticks. His drink consisted of a shot glass of ketchup, which caused a lot of amusement from Mabel's side about his drinking problem when it was too thick to come out of the glass as he tipped it with both hands, so she had to water it down a little for him.

It had worked out ok in the end though! Better than her first attempt to feed him before trying to return him 'home' that evening. It wasn't her fault she didn't know if he might have been some sort of monster pet. And she still had some cat kibble left stored…

He wasn't impressed at the offering. He had still tried one though, throwing it back and crunching thoughtfully as his little face scrunched up.

Okay, this would do for now… Mabel left the cereals, milk and bowls she had gathered on the kitchen table and went to find her friend for breakfast, hoping he wouldn't mind being picked up and carried in again. She didn't mind giving him the freedom of her house, but just felt a little bad at leaving him no option but to traverse the huge rooms and climb to the table without help.

Experience of years of caring for small creatures that had the knack of getting underfoot thankfully kept her in a habit she never really stopped; of keeping aware that where her feet were stepping was empty of any less aware, lovable furry morons.

Even sitting in plain sight she almost couldn't spot him as she looked up on entering the room. As still as he was, he could have been mistaken for an odd little ornament. He was sat on the edge of the small cabinet by the unused footstool nearest the hallway door, head down and little feet dangling over the edge with one slipper half coming off.

Mabel stopped quietly as he didn't react to her presence, and the slipper dropped to the floor. He didn't react to that either, just slowly closing delicate skeletal fingers repeatedly around the petals of a paper flower he was cradling in his lap.

Her usual breezy bustling behavior packed its bags and took a holiday at times like this, as Mabel automatically paid attention to the helpless despair evident in the barest movements. There were times to brightly gee-up a sad mood and not let them dwell, times to let someone have a moment they needed, and times to swoop in with a warm hug and let them get it all out.

She walked calmly across the carpet and approached him slowly. He raised his head slightly then down again with a small breath, and she bent to the floor with an "mmpf", picking up the slipper pinched between finger and thumb, to hold in front of the silent bitty creature from where she was crouched.

"I know you don't talk much so far, and it's okay if you don't want to, but I'm here if you want a friend. I meant what I said last night that you're welcome here, or, I can take you back to where you want. I am an old lady with a lot of time on her hands and I'm honestly just happy to have something to do, dear."

She smiled up at him at that and presented the slipper with a more teasing tone, "And if those big fellas are being mean to you, I am not afraid of going back over there and telling them off until they behave themselves. Now let me get this back on your foot, okay?"

She very gently lifted his foot with spread fingers and pushed the footwear back on as he watched, and then grasped the cabinet edge on her right, starting to get back up. She added, before holding out her other hand, "I may not look tough but I can make a grown man cry if I have to, granny will not tolerate a sweetheart like you getting picked on. Do you want a ride to the kitchen? I've got some breakfast laid out and you can pick out anything you like."

Upstairs in a spare room usually left shut until family came to visit, a heavy antique wooden wardrobe tipped one inch further.

Sansy looked up at Mabel with translucent blue tears beginning to well at the edges of his wide sockets. "..."

"i… miss my bro."

All the details he might want to add about how he could explain how he came to be without giving away any secrets, whether his brother even was his brother anymore, whether he would be a burden if he went 'home', and the girl who brightened his soul would look at him in pity, and his original self would look at him aghast as just another newcomer or mistake, whether he was all alone, all got mushed together in his soul as they all came at once so that they couldn't be said at all.

He looked up as the words didn't come, at Mabel's open reach and sparkling eyes in a sadly smiling face, and took a small leap forward into her hand. She swept him up to hug her shoulder under her chin, standing up from the cabinet and stroking his back with her other hand.

Somehow, just hearing this human softly shushing and cooing that it would all be okay and she would help him with everything were the most powerful words in the world for him.

Alongside his current tearful state, Sansy considered. He was so easily happy just going along with whatever had happened when he woke up in this house, it felt like he was seeing the world differently in more than just size. He never used to be this overwhelmingly sensitive to his emotions did he? Heh, maybe he was a little different.

"mabel?" He hesitantly began once he had had a little time to feel better, and Mabel had placed him on the kitchen table with cereal boxes in an array for him to choose from.

"Hmm? Ready to pick one yet or something else on your mind? Don't worry if you cant finish it too, I could have sworn I had some old teacups somewhere but they're probably in the attic. Is the bowl gonna be alright for you to manage from?"

He grinned lightly, "heh, yeah bowl's great for now. and… thanks, yunno… for looking out for me?" He held his sleeve self-consciously and looked down at his feet a moment before looking up at her again, his sockets bashful, "you mind putting me by the sink after so I can wash up my face?"

"Oh! You know I hadn't thought about that yet! I tell you what I'll put one of these bowls in there for you with some warm soapy water so you can wash. I'll cut you a bit of a new sponge off and there's a clean dishcloth in the cupboard to dry with until I can get you something better. Will you be okay there while I go wash up in the bathroom?"

"yeah. thanks, mabel" he responded warmly.

As he watched the fruitloops he picked swirl around the milk filled bowl in front of him Sansy revealed why washing up occurred to him right before they ate breakfast.

"theres somethin i kinda wanna do that wouldnt normally be an option" he mused after having fished out and eating a good share of fruitloops with the cocktail stick and placing it down on the cereal box he was sat on, as Mabel paused mid spoonful of her own cereal.

He grinned wider, holding both hands on the edge of the bowl looking down into it, then opened his mouth and dunked his head in.