The Day of New Findings
It had been a week, and sans had only gotten clingier. Sneaking into your bed at night, or lying on you any chance he got. It's not like he would do anything weird, “just want to be near you” is what he said. But today he wouldn't even let you stand alone in the kitchen, he just sat there half asleep watching you with his default facial expresion. So when you finally got out the house, you had to practically drag him off of you just to hang out with Michael, Who in fact gave you some much needed advice.
M: “sooo did you fuck him”
Silence
M: “im going to take that as a yes”
“it was just once alright”
M: “hey that's enough for the “clingy types”, one date and there practically in love forever”
“speaking from experience, mister I still stalk my ex”
M: “oh hush up, that was a long time ago, and this isn't about me this is about your little whatever with bone boy. Listen If I were you I'd test him”
“test him how?”
M: “ like I'd know, you're smart figure something out”
“wow thanks for the help”
M: “anytime now, since i helped you have to pay for lunch”
“like hell I will”
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“Papyrus, Sans I'm home”
Nothing, you went upstairs to see a blue ball of bones lying in your bed, but this time he had headphones on. You would've let him sleep if it weren't for the pair of underwear in his hands, you prayed he hadn't done what you thought he did. But decided you didn't want to know, so you took the underwear and threw it in the dirty clothes bucket not even caring if they were clean.
*what to do, what to do*
You looked at the wire connected to his headphones, noticed it lead to his pocket you pulled out his phone.
*don't think I've ever seen his phone before, didn't even know he owned one*
You turned it on, the background on the lock screen a picture of you, pap and the gang. When you swiped you found it had a passcode, this made trying to get into it even more interesting. You couldn't think of anything that would fit, could've just given up but where's the fun in that.
So you called Papyrus, trying to ask him without actually asking was hard but not impossible. In the end all you got was “I don't know something about birthday gotta go”
That meant it was a date, six numbers and a birthday. Which made no sense because monsters didn't celebrate birthdays *they lived too long*, and the only thing that made sense was yours, or the official date that monsters came out the mountains. But why would San's use your birthday you never told him, you thought it would be rude if only you had a party so you kept it a secret. So you tried the date of monsters release but it didn't work, so you tried your birthday….it unlocked.
“but how’d he get it?”
He rolled over laying on his side, which made you flinch. You should be used to Sans sleeping like a rock, he wouldn't wake up if there was an earthquake. The phone blipped open showing the home screen this time of you and him drunk out of your minds.
The first thing that stood out to you, was some cheesy looking app called INKcredible from the looks of it, it was for writing. As soon as you opened it, a loud popping sound burst through the silence luckily still not waking Sans. You scrolled through a bunch of files, all dated long before you even knew him. The only change was when the titles changed from dates to letters like some sort filing system, it all stopped at a file called The First Meeting. Just as you were going to click it, your heart pumping faster each second papyrus came home. You closed the phone,stuffing it back into his pocket racing to meet pap down stairs.
“OH GREAT ___ YOUR HOME, I NEED YOUR HELP POLISHING MY BONES BEFORE METTATON ARRIVES.”
“sounds fun”
Couple hours later pap is heading out the door, freshly polished,dressed and ready to pick up his boyfriend at the airport.
“ALRIGHTY, THE GREAT PAPYRUS IS READY TO CARPE DIEM”
“wooo go get’em pap”
And with that he was out the door, you finally got to sit down thinking about what to do now. You could go to the main office and see if they have any work for you, but that seemed like too much work.
“hey ___ could you come up here”
Oh great, now he's awake where was he when pap and you were stressing over what to wear. You got up from the couch *reluctantly you might add*, a trudged up the stairs.
“sans...sans this better not be a prank”
You checked your room but it was empty, so you guessed he was in his. The silence hanging like a body, started getting to you the hallway giving off a sticky feeling. His door left open but dark, the room deadly silent the pounding of your heart making its way to your ears as you crept inside.
“sans?”
“hey kitten, ya got a lot of explaining to do”