Sans and the three stooges
Frisk walked briskly down the empty side streets of the Under-City. Her polished black heels clicking urgently along with her fast pace. She glanced up at the grey sky surrounding her, it was getting close to dusk now. Frisk drew the collar of her sleek trench coat up as she shifted her tilt hat to cover her perfectly made up face. Something sounded in the alleyway behind her, and Frisk narrowed her eyes before quickening her stride. When she rounded the corner, she pressed her back against the wall of the alleyway and dug into her purse to pull out a pistol. She waited with baited breath for her pursuer to make himself known as she raised the weapon, while she peered around the corner of the building that she was currently taking shelter behind.
“Sorry there doll face, you guessed wrong.” A deep voice chuckled from behind her. Frisk startled, before she whipped herself around, trying to aim her gun at the mysterious stranger, but her wrist was caught abruptly in a firm skeletal grip as she was then met with a smiling skull. Frisk furrowed her brows at the familiar face as Sans took a drag from the cigar that he held between his teeth.
“Kitten has claws I see.” He drawled as he then plucked the gun out from her captured hand. Frisk only smirked wryly back at him. She really wasn’t in any mood for his usual games, but she was glad that it had only been him following her instead of someone who might have had far more sinister intentions.
“I thought we agreed not to meet like this anymore.” She questioned, and Sans released his hold on her, before shrugging his shoulders in response.
“I guess it’s a habit I’m having trouble breaking.” He replied. “Besides, I heard that you were in some sort of trouble.”
“Nothing that I can’t handle.” Frisk shot back smartly and Sans only chuckled, but instead of its usual jovial character it sounded slightly sad.
“I missed you.” He then said as he reached forward and stroked her cheek. His eyes no longer held their usual mirth, and instead were filled with a longing that Frisk didn’t really recognize. It took her by surprise, and she choked on her tongue unable to respond.
“I know you said you wanted time to think about it, but let’s leave tonight.” Sans then said, taking a step toward her. “I can get the car, we can pack a few bags and be well out of the city by morning.”
“I can’t.” Frisk replied, turning away from him when she managed to get a hold of herself again. “You and I are from rival gangs, we might as well be from different worlds. It will never work.” Sans was silent only for a moment, before he took another step closer.
“That’s never stopped you before doll, and frankly it’s never stopped me either.” He then took a lock of one of her short curls and tucked it behind her ear under her tilt hat. He stared at her for a moment longer, and Frisk found that she was completely trapped in his gaze. Then he leaned forward, tilting her chin up toward him as he inched closer to her richly painted lips.
Frisk’s eyes snapped open as she abruptly bolted up from her bed. She blinked her bleary eyes a few times as she stared hard at the far wall of her bedroom, while her flustered mind replayed the excruciatingly embarrassing dream that she had just awoken from. Frisk’s cheeks steadily turned darker and darker as she revisited the delusion. She slapped at her face and shook her head, trying to rid herself of the ridiculous fantasy. She groaned to herself when her efforts didn’t work, leaving her in a horrible state of mortification.
She was about to burrow herself under her blankets again to try and hide form her shame, when she glanced at her clock. She sighed sadly as there was no time for her to even try and get rid of her embarrassment. The brothers would be expecting her for breakfast soon. Frisk groaned loader when she realized that she would have to face Sans basically immediately after she just had that dream about him, and she wasn’t sure that she would be able to keep up her usual poker face. She knew that he would most likely catch on that something was up, he had a knack for being far too observant.
Frisk continued to grumble as she pulled herself out of bed to get ready for the day. The worst part about that dream was that Frisk couldn’t excuse it as a onetime occurrence. Lately Sans had been making regular appearances to her while she slept. Usually though, her dreams were more random, and very abstract, like the one she had about Sans giving her a bouquet of fish, before spraying her in the face with a trick flower on his lapel, that one had been relatively easy to brush off, but this one was far too realistic for her liking. Even if it had been in the style of a noir film, Frisk was still very unsettled by how detailed it was. She supposed that’s just what she got for staying up late and talking with Papyrus about the new crime movie he had just seen.
With one more deep breath Frisk tried to push the worst of her anxiousness away as she then turned her doorknob and walked into the hallway toward the skeleton brother’s apartment.
Papyrus already had the food on the table when she made it into the kitchenette. Frisk was pleasantly surprised to see a relatively edible looking plate of Alfredo placed in front of her usual seat. Papyrus was actually making good use of the recipe book that she had picked up at the market the other day, and Frisk made a mental note to maybe get some more cook books that would include some other dishes outside of only pasta.
The rustling of newspaper snapped Frisk back to the present as Sans flipped over to the next page while he sipped at his morning coffee. As soon as Frisk saw him, she felt herself stiffen and start to blush, caught off guard by his appearance. Sans glanced over to her and paused. He eyed her quizzically, before putting his coffee mug down, Frisk flinched.
“Hey kid, you ok?” He asked. Frisk felt her face growing redder, before she quickly crushed it down and offered up a forced smile in an attempt to cover up her staring.
“Never better.” She replied quickly, before urgently taking a seat and immediately stuffing her face full of noodles in an effort to distract herself.
Sans watched her with a raised brow bone for a little while longer, and then shrugged to himself, before he turned back to his paper. Papyrus on the other hand scolded Frisk for eating too quickly.
“FRISK I KNOW THAT MY FOOD IS IRRESISTIBLY TASTY, BUT YOU’RE GOING TO CHOKE IF YOU SCARF IT DOWN LIKE THAT.” He said concerned.
“Heh, ya kid we wouldn’t want you to pasta away.” Sans added with a grin. Papyrus instantly dead panned when he heard his brother’s pun. It was far far too early for this in his opinion.
“Well I gotta say Paps that I don’t really blame her for eating so quickly. This is probably your best dish yet.” Sans continued, while taking the last bite of his Alfredo, leaving his plate clean. Papyrus’ eyes brightened back up immediately.
“REALLY? YOU THINK SO?” He asked excitedly.
“Sure do bro.” Sans replied.
“I SUPPOSE THOSE TIPS THAT I READ OUT OF THE RECIPE BOOK WERE ACTUALLY HELPFUL THEN, THOUGH IT DID TAKE ME SO MUCH LONGER TO MAKE IT, WHICH MEANS I'M BACK TO SQUARE ONE ON MY TIMING.” Papyrus said, his brow furrowed in contemplation.
“Hey just think of it like the next level of your training.” Frisk said, flashing him an encouraging smile. “It just means it‘s more of a challenge right?” Papyrus straightened up, before puffing himself up confidently.
“YES FRISK YOU ARE ABSOLUTELY RIGHT! AFTER ALL I WILL NEVER GET ANY BETTER IF I ONLY STAY IN MY COMFORT ZONE. THIS JUST MEANS I AM PROGRESSING NYEHEHEHE! THE GREAT PAPYRUS IS VICTORIOUS AGAIN!” He proclaimed heroically.
“Congratulations Paps.” Sans said, before folding up his newspaper and hoisting himself out of his chair. “Whelp I’m off to work. Thanks again for breakfast bro, maybe you can try to top it with dinner, and uh, thanks to you to kid.” Sans added throwing a wink in Frisk’s direction, after all it was thanks to her that charcoal spaghetti was no longer on the menu.
Frisk managed a nod and a brief wave back as she didn’t want to chance engaging with Sans for too long incase her face decided to break out in a blaring red blush again. Sans tilted his head quizzically at her short response, but didn’t question it as he was already running late. When he left Frisk let out the breath that she had been holding.
“Well that defiantly could have gone a lot worse.” She thought bitterly to herself as she began to pick at her pasta again.
Sans waltzed his way through the market square as the afternoon slowly started to shift to early evening. So far he was having a pretty easy day. He had stopped by Alphys’ place in the morning to give her a brief overview of the possible lead that he had found in Gaster’s journal. He, of course, skipped over the details concerning the human children test subjects, and the cruel actions taken against them, but he had managed to encourage her to come up with some knew ideas regarding the soul smoker; A few of them had even sounded promising.
Despite his generally light work load today Sans was still feeling a little off however. It was the mystery monster working for the Gambino’s that was still weighing heavy on his mind as he hadn’t come up with any leads on that matter since Jack had come back empty handed. He had even tried paying off a human contact for info, but the chump had ended up trying to take his money and split without delivering on his end of the bargain. Sans had taught him a rather stern lesson afterwards as he really didn’t like it when people didn’t keep to their word, but unfortunately the human didn’t know anything useful so Sans cut his losses and let him go.
Sans sighed as he continued to mossy back down the slowly emptying streets toward Grillby’s. Normally he would just take a shortcut back home as he was usually tired after a long day at work, but tonight Sans thought that he would actually enjoy the quiet walk. The sun was now just starting to set, and Sans thought that Ebott couldn’t look more picturesque then it did in this moment. He hummed to himself, completely content as he watched the sky shift from a dazzling yellow, to a rich warm orange, and pastel pink. It was the sound of someone bumping into a trash can behind him that jerked Sans back to the present. When Sans whipped his head around to see what caused the disturbance, he could just make out a shadowy figure as it darted for cover into a narrow alleyway. Sans stiffened as he narrowed his sockets, but he turned to continue on his way, pretending that he wasn’t wise to his pursuer’s game.
Sans knew that what he was doing was risky, but he couldn’t help but think that whoever it was that was following him was most likely one of the Gambino’s goons. Which meant that if Sans played his cards right, then he could get the lead that he had been so desperately looking for.
Sans kept up his casual pace as he tried to remain as aloof as possible, but in reality his magic was already buzzing with anticipation. All he needed was to get his pursuer off of the main streets, and then he would be able to turn the tables and get that traitor monsters name. Sans saw his chance coming up on his left. It was another alleyway that was tucked privately away from the public’s oblivious eye. Sans grin twitched a little larger when he spotted it. It looked like luck was on his side tonight.
Sans decided to take the gamble, and darted into the shadowy alleyway. His new friend seemed to be right on his tail, but before Sans could call forth his magic to prepare himself for the face off, a cloud of dense read smoke hit him full in the face. Sans felt his magic immediately disappear from his grasp as he hacked and coughed, chocking on the thick mist. He finally managed to stumble out of the haze, deeper into the alleyway. He leaned his weight against the wall as he continued to sputter and cough, but before he could get a hold of his bearings again, something blunt and metallic swung at him from his left side. Sans only had enough time to register that it was a crowbar before it struck him across the skull.
He fell heavy on the cobblestones. A loud ringing deafened him as he struggled to pull himself to his feet again. He tried once more to call his magic forward, but he couldn’t even muster up enough to form even a single femur bone. Eventually he heard smug laughter above him as his mind gained a grip on reality once again, then a heavy boot kicked him in the ribs.
“So this is the guy that Ludo wanted us to whack?” One of the men said in question as he loomed over Sans crumpled body.
“He’s a bit on the small side aint he?” A second voice said, agreeing with the first voices apparent confusion as he kicked Sans again, this time the blow landing on his spine. “I thought that the boss wanted us to wrangle a much bigger pest then this small fry.”
“Well orders is orders.” A third voice barked. “And this is the target that we was assigned, so let’s not muck it up.” The other two let out snarky laughs at the stern ones comment. Sans was just starting to register what was going on as he listened to the three stooges start to bicker around him.
“How are we gonna muck it up? This job was so easy I don’t even know why the boss sent all three of us in the first place. I mean I could have handled this solo no problem.” The first voice gloated as he swung the crowbar over his shoulder.
“Hey I says we have a little fun with him eh Larry? You know since he didn’t even put up a decent fight.” the second one added.
“I agree with that there proposition Curly.” The first voice, Larry, answered as he began to pat the crowbar in his hand threateningly.
“That’s not our orders you mooks!” The stern voice grumbled as he pulled out a revolver from the holster on his belt. “Now step aside so’s I can get the job done.” Sans felt the sting of panic start to well up from his soul as he heard the click of the hammer being cocked back.
“Hey easy now there Moe, we was gonna get the job done.” Larry then said, stepping in front of Moe’s line of fire. “We was just gonna do it in a more entertaining manor.”
Sans had almost gotten himself balanced on his hands and knees, before Larry whipped around and swung the crowbar at him again, this time upper cutting him in the jaw and flinging him backwards. Sans saw stars as he fought for consciousness. The maniacal laughter of his three attackers was the only piece of reality that Sans could keep a hold to as he began to inch his hand behind his back, desperately reaching for the gun that he had stashed under his trench coat.
“Enough fun and games!” Moe then yelled as he strutted toward Sans with his gun drawn. It was all that Sans could do when he mustered up an easy smile and a chuckle.
“Boy fellas, I gotta say that you sure do know how to crack a guy up.” Sans said, even managing a well-timed wink, though it was painful to do so. There was a brief pause, before Curly then seemed to get the joke and started to laugh.
“Hey you get it Larry? It’s cuz we cracked his skull open see?” He said, bumping his partner playfully in the ribs. Larry then started to laugh along as well, also understanding the pun. Moe just rolled his eyes, before turning back to his two partners.
“Are you to knuckleheads serious? We gots a job to do!” He shouted.
“Awe what’s the matter there pal? Did I not hit your funny bone?” Sans said, throwing out another quip. Moe then turned a dangerous eye over in his direction. It looked like he was about to finish Sans off then and there, when his two associates started to laugh and point teasingly at him.
“Haha he’s got you pegged there Moe.” Larry pestered.
“Ya no sense of humor what so ever, just a real stick in the mud.” Curly added. Moe spun on his heels and stalked steadily over to his partners, before whacking them both hard on the back of the head.
“Shut your traps!” He bellowed as the two rubbed the sore spots on their noggins. Sans saw his chance as the three where distracted. He quickly pulled out his gun, and tried to aim for the back of Moe’s head. Unfortunately, with his vision still being a little fuzzy, he missed and instead only grazed the mobsters shoulder.
As Moe howled in pain, Sans decided not to risk trying to take a second shot as he pushed himself off of the wall that he had been bracing himself against, and ran as fast as he could while the other two mobsters started to open fire. Sans only made it a few feet before he dived behind a stack of crates. Bullets were whizzing past his cover as his attackers steadily approached. Sans fired off a few more shots, encouraging the three mobsters to keep their distance, but he knew that he was only stalling at this point. He didn’t have much ammo left, and he was still cut off from his magic, he was also in no condition to fight as he could barely even manage to stand, his skull was swimming as a pounding headache was already defining him, and he was pretty sure that a few of his ribs were cracked . He was in a real pickle at this point.
“Come on out monster.” Moe angrily called as a few more bullets buried themselves into the crates that Sans was hiding behind.
Sans winced as he managed to dig into his trouser pocket, before grabbing ahold of his emergency soul candy. Sans eyed the little red sphere in his palm wearily as he debated with himself weather or not he should really use it. The soul candies were designed to enhance a monsters magic, but Sans didn’t know what effects it might have on him since he had already been dosed with the smoker. A few more gunshots quickly helped him to make up his mind, as Sans popped the candy into his mouth. He crunched through the hard sugar coating with his teeth as he didn’t have enough time to wait for the slow release of the determination, and then he felt it.
A wave of negative emotions blind sighted him as he was engulfed by a burning energy in his core. He felt simultaneously exhilarated, and absolutely enraged as a fire was lit in his ribcage that seemed to spread hot and wiled through the rest of his bones. He bit down the urge to run out from behind the protection of the crates with his gun blazing, and instead focused on trying to call forth his magic. To his utter disappointment, it didn’t seem to be enough as his magic remained still too far out of his reach, but then Sans noticed that his eye seemed to be functioning on the power provided by the determination in the candy.
Sans concentrated, focusing his eye on a tear that was only a few feet away from him. The entrance to the short cut was fuzzy and kept shifting as Sans really couldn’t keep a strong hold on it. He also had no idea as to where it would lead him as Sans couldn’t see through to the other end, but as sans began to hear the approaching footsteps of his attackers, he realized that anywhere would be better than here. With a silent prayer, Sans forced himself forward into the shortcut. He passed out before he made it to the other side.
Sans began to rouse to something warm and soft gently stroking his cheekbone. It was so comforting that Sans almost allowed himself to slip back into unconscious bliss once again, but before he could the memories of what had happened in the alleyway sent a shock of panic through his system as he launched himself forward, grabbing the person who was hovering over him, and throwing them roughly downward. Frisk let out a surprised squeak as Sans pinned her on the couch. Sans eyes widened in surprise as he began to recognize his familiar surroundings. He had somehow made it back to his apartment alive. He also quickly withdrew his hold on Frisk when he realized that she wasn’t a threat.
“Frisk!? What the –.” But he was cut off as a wave of pain then replaced his panic, and almost made him pass out again. Frisk propped herself back up and quickly caught him, before gently laying him down into the couch cushions.
“Don’t move so much.” She said, and Sans could hear that her voice was wobbly with worry. “You’re really hurt, you need to stay still.” Sans was still very much confused as to how he had gotten back to Grillby's as there was no way in hell that he was lucky enough to have randomly picked a portal that would have brought him directly home.
“How- how did I-?” He began, but Frisk jumped in before he could finish as she already knew what he wanted to ask.
“Doggo found you about a block from the market square in a dumpster. He originally was going to check out a shooting that was happening in a residential area. Apparently some human gang members are getting brave thanks to the smoker and are trespassing on the Pansies turf. He caught your sent and he brought you back.” She Answered.
Sans raised a hand to rub at his pounding head, only to find that his skull had been wrapped up in clean white bandages. He looked over the rest of his appearance, finding most of his injuries already tended to.
“You were in pretty rough shape when he brought you in.” Frisk continued as she watched Sans examine himself. “Sans what happened to you?” She then asked holding him with a serious stare. Sans tried his best to pull on a reassuring smile, but he only ended up wincing instead as even the most subtle of movements caused him pain.
“I uh, ran into a bit of trouble on the way home. Just some punks that were looking for a fight. It's nothing serious.” He answered, trying his best not to worry her, but Frisk only narrowed her brows at him entirely unconvinced.
“Why didn’t you defend yourself with your magic, or use your short cuts to get away?” She asked, and Sans paused not really sure how to answer that question.
“They had the smokers didn’t they? They were members of the Gambino’s weren’t they?” Frisk then demanded, and Sans could already see the hurt anger sparking in her soul.
“They could have killed you Sans!” She then said, her voice leaking her panic.
“Hold on kid just settle down a bit.” Sans said as he placed a hand on her shoulder to keep her from bolting off of the couch in anger.
Frisk bit back the most of her rage as she took a deep breath, and willed herself to calm down as Sans had suggested. She knew that he was right, and she knew that she really shouldn’t be worried about whether those goons got away or not right now, as it was far more important that she make sure that Sans was ok first. This was her fault after all, Ludo was most likely targeting Sans in an effort to get to her, and soon Frisk's anger was then replaced with a heavy dose of guilt.
“I’m sorry Sans.” She said quietly. “How are you feeling?”
“I, uh heh, have definitely been better.” He said with a light chuckle, trying to lighten up the mood a little. He was glad to see Frisk smile slightly back at his attempt, though it still looked more sad then happy.
“FRISK, I HAVE RETURNED WITH MORE BANDAGES AND HEALING POWDER! HOW IS SANS?!” Papyrus bellowed as he burst in through the front door.
“He just woke up Papyrus.” She called back, before heading over to help him with his load of supplies.
“OH THANK GOODNESS.” Papyrus said as he headed over to the couch to check on his brother. Sans shrunk down into the cushions while he rubbed at the back of his skull while his brother fretted over him.
“HOW IS YOUR HEAD BROTHER? IS IT STILL TENDER? WHERE DOES IT HURT? IS IT HERE?” Papyrus asked as he continued to poke and prod at Sans’ injuries. Sans winced, and bit back his whimpers while Papyrus fussed over him.
“I’m ok bro, honest. I think I just need to rest a bit.” Sans then said as he managed to push Papyrus’ hands gently away.
“WELL Alright, BUT FIRST LET ME APPLY SOME OF THIS CALCIUM CREAM THAT I GOT FROM ALPHYS, IT WILL HELP ENCOURAGE YOUR CRACKS TO HEAL.” Papyrus said as he dug through his arsenal of medical supplies.
“Eh, Paps can’t we hold off on that for a bit?” Sans asked as he grimaced at the cream. “I think I would much rather take a nap first.”
“NONSENCE BROTHER, YOU CAN SLEEP AFTERWARDS.” Papyrus said as he approached Sans with the cream. Sans backed away as much as he could from the substance, he really hated that stuff it stung something awful.
“SANS DON’T BE A BABY-BONES.” Papyrus scolded as he began to undue Sans head bandage. “IT WILL ONLY HURT FOR A SECOND.” Frisk watched curiously as she retook her seat on the sofa next to Sans again. When she saw the rather large crack running down the length of Sans' skull, she felt her shoulders wilt. Papyrus took a dollop of the white cream and smeared it over the crack, Sans hissed as the cream seeped into his wound.
“Damn it, that smarts.” He muttered under his breath as Papyrus redressed his injury with new clean bandages, covering up the crack once again.
“NOW FOR YOUR RIBS.” Papyrus said and Sans stiffened.
“Come on Paps, can’t you give me a little break?” He said with a plea full smile. Papyrus only huffed not giving into his brother’s request.
“SANS THE LONGER THAT YOU PUT THIS OFF THE LONGER IT WILL TAKE FOR YOU TO HEAL.” He scolded and Sans sighed as he reluctantly began to unbutton his shirt. Frisk felt her face begin to pale when she saw that Sans’ ribcage was almost completely covered with the thick bandages, and suddenly she really didn’t want to see all of the cracks and wounds that lay just beneath the white cotton fabric.
“Hey Papyrus, while your healing Sans I’ll go make something hot for him to eat.” She suggested as she quickly excused herself from the living room.
“THANK YOU FRISK, THAT’S A WONDERFUL IDEA.” Papyrus replied with a smile. “THROUGH A GOOD SPOONFUL OF HEALING POWDER INTO HIS FOOD AS WELL. IT WILL HELP HIM REGAIN SOME STAMINA.” Papyrus added as Frisk hastily made her exit.
When she rounded the corner into the little kitchenette, it was all that she could do to get her nerves under control as she rifled through the cupboards for Sans' stash of tomato soup. She knew he always kept a few cans on hand for quick and easy meals for the days that he worked well into the night.
Sans yelped again as Papyrus applied the calcium cream over his wounded ribs, and Frisk fumbled with the can of soup, almost dropping it in her surprise. She took a deep breath as she placed the can on the counter top, before taking a moment to calm herself down. She was scared. The Gambino’s were closing in on her, and it seemed that everyone else was paying the price for her stupid mistake. She knew that Ludo would never let her go. She knew that he would continue to hunt her down, even though she had once managed to convince herself that she was safe here. In reality, she would never truly be safe, not as long as Ludo held the control over the Gambino’s, and that meant that her friends and family could never be truly safe either.
When the soup began to simmer on the stove top, Frisk turned the burner off and added in a heaping spoonful of magic powder to the batch, before adding in a half a spoonful more for good measure. She stirred until the sparkly powder completely dissolved, and then poured the soup into a mug so that Sans could drink it more easily. She smiled sadly down at the soup, before she made her way back to the living room again, as she remembered how Sans had taken care of her back when she had gotten herself hurt. She remembered that he had made the same thing for her after he had saved her from Ludo, and brought her back to the safety of the Pansies. As Frisk made her way over to the couch again, she was determined to at least repay that portion of her debt to him. She decides that she would make absolutely sure that he made a full recovery, and do everything in her power to take his pain away. She owed him at least that much.
“Here Sans, this should help.” Frisk said as she passed him the mug.
“Thanks kid.” Sans replied as he gratefully accepted the hot soup. He wasted no time in guzzling the liquid down, and sighed in relief when the magic began to take effect, numbing the pain that throbbed beneath his broken bones.
Sans succumbed to sleep again soon after. Frisk got a few spare quilts out of the brothers linen closet and tucked him in on the couch, making sure that the blankets were pulled up to his chin, and that his pillow was amply fluffed beneath his head. Papyrus then performed a healing session, though Frisk was sure to stop him before he took it too far, as she knew that Papyrus often tended to push himself past his limits. When he was finished Papyrus settled himself into one of the kitchen chairs that he had brought over and placed in the living room as to keep a close eye socket on his brother, but he too also nodded off, being tired after expending his healing magic. Frisk tucked him in also, before she settled herself on the floor while she leaned against the base of the couch.
She sat for a while by herself quietly reading over one of Sans’ science books that she borrowed from his room, but she soon realized that she couldn’t really focus on the words placed before her, as her gaze was always drawn back to Sans sleeping face. Frisk wanted to make sure that he wasn’t experiencing any discomfort, and by the peaceful look that he had he seemed to be ok. She noticed however, how tired he really looked right then, and then she remembered with a frown that he often looked tired.
He had always worked so hard to keep his brother, and now also her safe. Frisk reached forward and stoked the unbandaged portion of his skull affectionately. Sans sighed and mumbled something sleepily, before shifting slightly, and settling himself into a more comfortable position. Frisk bit back her giggles as she continued to watch over him while he snored peacefully. She had never seen him so tranquil before. Even when she had seen him take afternoon naps on the couch, it still felt like he somehow was sleeping with one eye open, but now he looked to be completely out of it. Frisk patted his cheek once more, before she grabbed her own blanket and wrapped it around herself, burrowing herself into a little nest down on the floor right next to the couch. She closed her eyes and drifted off to the sounds of both the brothers’ gentle snores in the empty living room.