What Is This?

The skeleton brothers house was interesting to say the least, the carpet was an unusual shade of color, there was a stairway to a second floor all the way across the room. Two doors up top. A couch down on the main floor across from a large tv. There was a smallish table with a container holding a rock covered in sprinkles. A note was on it, labeling it. Pet Rock. There was a doorway to a kitchen area it looks like. The kiddo giggled and ran in that direction. I heard clinking and figured someone was in there, probably Papyrus.

"Ah! Tinier human!" Yep Papyrus. I could hear his booming voice as he talked to the kid. Which made me wonder, does the kiddo talk? The entire... time that we've been down here, I haven't heard them speak once. How long has it been, us being down here. It doesn't feel like its been long yet it has. A week maybe? Ugh, my head hurts just thinking about it.

"hey, you gonna stand at the door the entire time orr..." I blink out of my thoughts and saw Sans slouching on the couch in his lazy style. I give an awkward smile and a small 'heh'. 

I swing off the bag and set it down by the table that has the rock on it. I padded over the soft carpet floor to the couch and plopped down into it next to Sans. He smiled at me lazily with a strange look in his eye sockets. 

I gave him a smile and leaned back into the cushions, my eyelids drooped shut and I heard tiny footsteps thud up to the couch then stopped, I peaked one eye open and saw the kiddo looking at me with a smile then look at Sans. I lean forward to them and ruffle the hair on their head. 

"Whats up kiddo?" I ask tilting my head a bit, they made me scooch over so they could sit in between me and Sans, swung their feet off the edge of the couch before clambering into my lap and laying their head against my chest. Instinctively I wrapped my arms around them and petted their dark brown hair softly, till Papyrus made his entrance.

"HUMANS!" He shouted as he entered the room. He was wringing his hands together nervously, Sans caught on and looked at him he had his usual smile on but a small change twitched over his face and it slowly melded into worry.

"Yeah Papyrus?" I ask still petting the kiddos head.

"I was wondering if..." He pauses as if thinking of his next words then shakes his head. "Would you like to join me and Sans for a sleep over?" He is practically bouncing with anticipation and a bit of worry. Sans relaxes back into his lazy state against the couch, watching me for an answer.

I almost answer immediately but something in me makes me hesitate. I look down at the kiddo and they too were looking at me with puppy dog eyes. "Yeah! That'd be fun, I don't see why not." I hear my self say and look up to papyrus' ecstatic face. 

"Oh this is WONDERFUL!" He rushes over to scoop us both up in his arms with ease, giving us a large hug and then setting us down onto the couch again. "We shall watch movies then tell stories and eat wonderful snacks." He then practically runs to the first door at the top of the stairs which I assume was his room and shuffles around in there for a bit before coming back out with a crop top shirt and some bunny pajama pants. He turns to Sans ushers him off the couch saying something about him 'needing to be in pajamas, its a pajama party.'

The kiddo jumps off my lap and runs over to the bag by the table and shuffles around in it before pulling out some clothing for them as well. I also noticed that they're still in their poofy winter coat and shoes.

They ran back to me with it and jumped in place but I caught what they were trying to say. "It is a pajama party. Get your jammies on." I wink to them with a soft smile and watched their retreating body as they went into Papyrus' room to change. Papyrus looked at me sternly, I smiled at him nervously.

"Yes?" 

"Where are your pajamas?" He asked his arms crossed and he tapped his foot against the ground playfully. I look away for a second, before shrugging shamefully. He gasps and said something about this being unacceptable before running up the stairs, passing a now jammie dressed kid, to his room.

The kiddo walks down the stairs barefooted with their coat and stuff in their arms. I stand up and walk over to them to take the stuff away from them to put away safely into the bag. But before I could settle into the couch again, Papyrus runs back into the living room with an arm full of clothing. He stuffs the clothing into my face with a grin, the kid settles onto the carpeted floor giggling away.

"I guess... I'll uh, go change then.." I take the arm full of clothing up the stairs and past a Sans into Papyrus' room to change. 

Papyrus' room is interesting. He has a race car bed, a bookshelf of books that don't really look read, except for one. He had a computer in the corner of his room and a box of bones. Next to his race car bed was a table of action figures? 

I set the clothes down and go through the options. Most consisted of short shorts that would probably look like underwear on me, and Shirts that probably would stop at my belly. However, I found a baggy T-shirt that would fit Papyrus well, but hang just past my hips on me. And some long sweats that I would have to be careful about. It hung over my feet and I stepped on them no matter how hard I tried not to. I folded the other clothes he gave me and set them onto his bed neatly. I walked back downstairs and saw Papyrus on the floor in front of Sans who was on the far side of the couch. The kid sat on the other side, bouncing slightly when they noticed my presence. 

I give them a small smile and carefully made my way down the stairs, letting out a sigh when I reached the bottom safely. When I got over to the couch I noticed Papyrus had bowls of different food and that the T.V. was on. Sans was wearing some sweats like the ones I was wearing, except he fit them better. He also wore a T-shirt that said something but I couldn't read it in this light. And no jacket, it took everything in me not to stare at his bare boney arms. The kid scooted over to let me sit down then crawled into my lap, leaning against the arm of the chair and resting their feet in Sans lap. 

"Shh. Its starting!" Papyrus whispers turning to the T.V. gripping a pillow tightly to his chest. 

'Mettaton and Mettaton, staring: Mettaton.'

......

What?

"hey, hope you don't mind we picked a movie while you were changing." Sans leaned over to whisper to me. I shake my head and turn to him.

"Nah, not at all... Just one question." I whisper back, I could see his bone brows furrow and he tilted his head. "Whats a Mettaton?"

It took everything in him not to laugh, it came out as a muffled snort instead.

"super famous guy in the underground. hes a robot actor." He manages to get out.

"Oh..." I look back at the T.V. another question brewing in my mind. "Why does he look like a fax machine?"

This got him laughing to the point where Papyrus had to turn around and shush us, threatening to separate us. I giggle and indicate zipping my lips closed and tossing away the key. He seemed content with this and went back to watching the movie with starry eyes.

I snuggle more into the couch and resume my kid petting. Watching the weird movie of a rectangular robot doing wacky stuff with horrible edits of two of them.

~~~

The movie was over and the credits were rolling silently across the screen, the kid yawned and stretched. Papyrus sniffled and wiped away a nonexistent tear from his eye socket before standing up declaring that it was time for another. I gave Sans a subtle look that read 'is this torture?' He just gave me a lazy smirk and he sunk further into the comfortable couch.

I rolled my eyes back to the T.V. where Papyrus was hurriedly searching through his VCR collections for the perfect sleepover party movie. Deciding that I probably wouldn't be able to handle another Mettaton movie without tears coming to my eyes one way or another I try to get Papyrus to try something else.

"Hey Papyrus, That last movie was perfect and it gave me an Idea. We could play a sleepover game, is that alright?" I ask watching him, he freezes his search and slowly turns around.

"Taller human." He says lowly, my eyes widen. Did I say something wrong? Is there a night Papyrus I should be worried about. Like werewolves and the full moon kinda thing?

"now you've done it." I could barely hear Sans speak over my own rambling thoughts.

"THAT SOUNDS LIKE A WONDERFUL IDEA! OH WHY DIDN'T I THINK OF THAT! OH MY GOSH SANS CAN YOU BELIEVE IT?" His voice got louder, which is surprising. I didn't think there was a level of noise like this. I'm sure the entire neighborhood can hear him.

"you've released the friendship beast. prepare for the worst."

"WHAT KIND OF GAME SHALL WE PLAY? OH COULD THEY BE PUZZLES? DO YOU KNOW ANY SLEEPOVER GAMES?!" Papyrus rushes forward watching my every move, his eyes wide and full of stars, he was on his knees to reach my eye level. His hands clasped and he leaned forward.

"Um... We uh, we could play..." I wrack my brain to try and remember something to do with sleepovers but brought up a blank, along with a slight headache. So the kiddo chimed in. Their hands were making gestures that seemed unusually familiar and I automatically knew what was going on but didn't understand why or how.

We could make pillow forts and play in them! Their hand movements were fast and excited. I blink and my eyebrows furrowed.

"NYEH! That sounds perfect!" Papyrus jumps up and rushes upstairs to his room hustling about in there. I still stared at the kid, I should remember something. But nothings coming up just blank white fog.

Sans had to snap in front of my face a few times to get my attention which confused me for one. I look up and saw Papyrus had brought down an arm full of pillows and blankets and the kid had, at some point, hopped off me and was helping Papyrus set up the fort. Bringing chairs from the dining room to help hold some things up. I blinked a couple times before shaking myself out of my thoughts and leaning forward to get up and move over to help the kid out. I pull a blanket out from their stash and hesitated, watching what they were doing and stepping forward to hook a part of the blanket onto a chair and pulling it over to fold over across the top and folded over another chair creating a sort of roof. When I looked back pillows were propped up against the sides on the outsides and insides helping it keep form. There were blankets and pillows on the inside and we decided it was finished.

Wait! We need a door. The kid goes and pulls out the last two blankets and had them settled on top of the roof, it doesn't even waiver as the blankets swish over to the front of the fort into a tent door. The middle of the fort was peaked slightly in an incline. The kid was excited and was bouncing with happiness. They wasted no time hustling into the Fort with giddiness, Papyrus did the same. I let out a breath and smiled, I looked up when I felt something weird, it was like my body was tingling but felt more like a burning tingle in a specific area, in my face. I lifted my gaze and saw Sans look away. Was he staring at me?

Nah, why would he do that. I stretched my arms to the ceiling and let out a yawn. I felt tugging on my pants leg and looked down, there was a miniature hand that gestured for me to enter the fort. I smiled and crouched down to the floor next to the door and opened it slightly. But was stopped in my tracks by a boney hand.

"Nyeh, what is the password?" Papyrus says in a ... whisper. I scratch my chin, well lets see. Papyrus is always saying how great he is and he even stated that as a fact earlier during puzzles, so it was only intuition.

"Papyrus is great?" I give him as an answer. He gasps and I heard shuffling, deducing that he must have moved backwards to make more room. I lift the 'door' again and got in without interruption.

The inside was certainly more colorful. There were several blankets strewn about across the floor of the fort. Pillows anchoring the sides and some leaning against the couch which I realized was also in the fort. It was set up to look very cozy and even felt like it. I crawled my way to the back and onto the couch which was covered by the blanket roof. The couch was elevated more than the rest of the fort. The kiddo crawled up with me and brought a pillow and blanket with them, setting them comfortably down under us. I helped them set up the couch in a form of a bed and when I looked back at Papyrus, Sans was in here. He was laying across some blankets and pillows and his eyes were closed yet I doubted he was actually asleep. Seeing his relaxed form I felt an overwhelming amount of exhaustion start to fill my mind, my eyelids drooped and I let out a yawn. It didn't help that the couch I was laying on was extremely comfortable. I blinked the sleep out when Papyrus started speaking again.

"This is the perfect spot to have our sleep part of the sleepover in." He yawns, it surprises me how this bundle of energy can get even remotely tired, but hey when have I not been surprised.

I smile at him and sunk into back of the couch, the kiddo curled up next to me, their head just under mine. Their tiny hands grasping at the warm blanket that was draped over us. I took my arm that wasn't underneath me and wrapped it around the kid and pulled them closer to me pressing their tiny dainty body against mine protectively. My eyes drooped, I curled around the kid. Not noticing the stare of a certain skeleton boring into my head as I fell asleep, unaware of the nightmares to come. Nor the truth from a tiny unsuspecting child.