The Day of New Homes
The Day of Change ‘sorta’
“toooo hott mmmh”
Whatever was on you it was way too stuffy and hot, and there seemed to be a lot of it. Oh must be covers, but your covers were never this soft.
“cough...cough”
Great now you needed water, you were going to get up but something about this place seemed weird.
“oh crap”
Right this isn't YOUR place, your place burnt down along with all your belongings. You couldn't groan loud enough, how were you live without all your stuff matter of fact where. And oh man your eyes started to water up, as you remembered what happened.
“poor Muffet ‘sniff’ and her spiders to”
Right in the middle of your pity party you heard a loud bang, followed by soft yelling.
“SANS BE CAREFUL, ___ WOULD NOT LIKE IT WE BRUISED HER STUFF ANY MORE THAN WHAT THEY ARE”
“heh sorry bro, but to patella the truth it was really heavy”
“UGH IF YOU HAVE TIME FOR PUNS THEN YOU HAVE TIME TO CARRY MORE STUFF IN”
“you got it bro”
How was it that no matter what, Papyrus would always be optimistic. You vaguely remember kicking him and Undyne during your struggle to get to your burning apartment, you got to remember to apologize to them for sure.
“Welp better get this show in the road”
When you got out of the incredibly hot bed, you noticed no aches, headaches or signs of stress at all weird usually you wouldn't be able to get up due to pain, but now you felt mildly alright except for the emotional pain in your chest but other than that you were fine. You blamed it on the bed and walked into the hallway, following the incredibly loud voices to both the skelebros. They seemed to be struggling to carry your couch in, they were actually carrying YOUR stuff in.
“ OH ___, DID WE WAKE YOU”
“morn’in doll”
“OH hey guys… no you didn't wake me… but what are you doing”?
“WELL WE THOUGHT SINCE YOU ARE GOING TO START LIVING HERE, YOU WOULD LIKE SOME OF YOUR STUFF”.
“uuhh pap you ruined the surprise”
“OH PHOOWIE”
“what, wait like live here like here, here in this miniature mansion, there's no way I could do that”
While the offer was tempting, there was absolutely no way you could mooch off of the skelebros. It just wouldn't feel right, you were raised to make and stand your own ground.
“yes you can, and you will”
Sans plopped down onto the couch leaning his head back so he could see you on top of the stairs. No way were you going to let him talk you out of this, you didn't need charity *and he wasn't the only one that could be stubborn*.
“hmhp while the offer is nice I'll have to decline, I can find a place of my own”
But for some reason, he just wouldn't back down.
“in under twenty-four hours, good luck just room with us we have plenty of space you can use, and also it’s not a request”
“I said no, Sans”
“and I said yes”
Then began the glaring match, with both of you giving heated stares to the other. Each one trying to bend and break the other person, and then you remembered something, something fairly important.
“heh you don't control me”
And then you left going back to the room you woke up in, actually taking a look around it. The way the glass door let in the sunlight, just perfectly enough that you didn't need to turn on the light at all. You also noticed that the room had it's own bathroom *sweet*. A pretty bare bathroom but it had some stuff, like a toothbrush, towel, washcloth and a note from Papyrus.
This is for you
To keep clean with
Please enjoy.
Papyrus.
If Papyrus could get anymore sweeter he'd be a health code violation, that just makes me wonder how in the hell is he and Sans related it just doesn't make any sense. Oh well at least now you can brush your teeth, turning on the water you just happened to remember the last time you were in contact with a bathroom counter, *how warm your skin felt, the way his bones*....* no you need to go away bad thoughts NOW*. Oh man if he was mad about the soda, think about how pissed he’d feel about the perfume and the fact that you just totally blew him off.
“mmh I wonder what he’d do to me this time”
You nearly gagged on your toothbrush, *why in the hell did I say that*. He's really gotten under my skin, and it's getting worst by the second. You need to leave and possibly avoid Sans in the future, but... that would also mean leaving Papyrus to. Leading to never hanging with everyone again, and honestly that would suck. You finished cleaning up and you looked slightly less worse than before so that's good, and well you couldn't hide here forever. So you silently headed down stairs, in hopes of
- Avoiding sans
- Finding your phone
- And getting some food
Hopefully you could do all three, your plan immediately squashed when you saw Sans in the fridge *there goes 1 and 3*. Best thing to do is to ignore him and grab your phone on the kitchen counter, you already knew sneaking wouldn't work so instead you just walked into the living room calm and collected. You spotted your phone on the kitchen table, in which Sans wasn't facing it so getting it and leaving as fast as possible was the new mission.
Walk. Walk. Grab phone. Shit.
How does he manage to always...appear out of thin air like that, how did he even…
“whatcha doin there doll”
He was mad, well more than mad he was straight pissed, and the scary part was that he was trying to hide it. His usual fake grin now replaced with something a lot darker and sinister, his even colder hand squeezing yours in a death grip.
“ i...I wanted to get m-my phone”
He was doing that weird staring thing again, where it looks like he's staring right through you looking into your very being *wish he'd stop*.
“uhh sure, listen if paps needs me tell’im i’m outside”
Then he just let go, very weird for someone who looked like they wanted to rip your head off a few seconds ago. Something had to be wrong it was not like Sans to just let something go like that, maybe it's some type of mind game *well whatever it is, it could help you understand him a lot more*. You checked your phone to see if anyone called not even an email nor a notification , well since you had nothing better to do.
“hey Sans, c-can we talk"?