Gimme Some Sugar
You woke up the next morning, a bit later than usual. You slowly sat up, groaning as you stretched. When you opened your eyes to get a good look, your surroundings shocked you. Nothing had changed from last night- but you couldn't remember where you were. You flung the blanket off of yourself, standing and spinning in a quick circle before you remembered. That's right, you moved. You're in the city now. This is your apartment. You have a new friend. You smiled at that last thought, a picture of Papyrus coming into your head. Your thoughts then switched to the other brother- you weren't sure you could really call him a friend, but he had definitely seemed to grow more comfortable with you last night.
You decided to go to your kitchen to make some breakfast- before you remembered you had to go to the store today. You sighed, resigning to take a quick shower instead. You found your bathroom supplies, unpacking just enough for your shower. The hot water felt amazing, even if your surroundings were strange. You decided that you were going to buy a cute shower curtain to lighten up the place, make it more....yours. You braced yourself to step out of the shower, knowing that the cold would hit you like a bus. As soon as you had a towel rapped around your body, you ran across the hall and into your bedroom. You smiled at the light blue walls, they were your favorite color. Picking through a box full of clothes, you decided on one of your many tank tops and a pair of jeans. As you went to your mirror to make sure everything was in order, you noticed how worn out you looked. Yesterday had taken a lot out on you, and you weren't even close to being moved in. You decided that you'd try to get most of the unpacking done today as you slipped on your shoes.
You grabbed your phone to check google maps, remembering that you saw a grocery store not far from here. But you weren't about to get lost. As you clicked the home button on your phone, you saw there was a message from Papyrus, and opened it quickly. It was a picture of him, with Sans in the background. Papyrus was doing a thumbs up, a plate of spaghetti next to him. Sans, on the other hand, had a bottle tipped to his teeth. You could have sworn that it was a ketchup bottle, but that was ridiculous. You assumed that this was last nights dinner, and you went to send him a reply.
'You really like spaghetti, huh?' You sent the text, and went on your way.
As soon you entered the store, you noticed that there were many items, and even whole sections, that were more for monsters than humans. They had things like "hot cats" and "tem flakes." You decided that you'd be adventurous another day.
Your phone buzzed in your pocket, a message from 'The Great Papyrus :)" showing on your screen. "OF COURSE! SPAGHETTI IS THE GREATEST MEAL THERE IS! IT IS ALMOST AS GREAT AS ME!" You weren't at all surprised to see that he texted in all caps- in fact, you nearly expected it. You texted with him for a small while while you shopped. You bought what you thought were the essentials; milk, eggs, bread, flour, and some cereals. Of course, once you saw the frozens aisle, you had to buy some a pizza. And some ice cream. And some chocolate chips- you never know when you'll want pancakes! Okay, so maybe they weren't all essentials.
When you checked out, and weren't surprised at all when the cashier was a monster. You thanked her and left, receiving one last text from Papyrus, saying that he was, ' going to train with undyne.' You didn't exactly know what that meant, but you shrugged it off.
When you returned home, you quickly put away all of your groceries. Your stomach growled, and you whined with it. "I just put everything up. " you sighed and settled for a simple sandwich. "I'm making cookies later." You told yourself, like some how this would make your simple lunch better. After finishing the meal, if it really even counted as a meal, you started unpacking the rest of the boxes. You decided to do the bathroom first, and then your room. By he time you got into the kitchen, it was already four. You thought that this was a good place to stop for the day, especially since you were craving those cookies that you had promised yourself.
You quickly got out a cookie sheet and a bowl, then turning on the oven before grabbing all of your ingredients, thankful you had thought to buy some vanilla ahead of time. It was as you were mixing your ingredients together that you realized what was missing. Sugar. How could you forget SUGAR? You had thought to pick up vanilla, but not sugar? You looked at the bowl in front of you, wondering what to do next. It was too late to go back now, and you couldn't just leave everything out and buy sugar now. What the hell could you do?
For a second you thought about asking Papyrus. He said he loved cooking, so surely he had some. But that was such a dumb trope, asking your neighbors for sugar. And besides, you probably would have heard him come upstairs if he was home. You settled for your last chance, hoping, praying even, that Sans was home, and that you were about to knock on the right door. You headed for the end of the small hall, taking a deep breath before knocking on the door. There was a grunt from the other side, and your heart began racing. What if this wasn't his apartment? What it was, and he had been asleep? What if it WASN'T Sans, and they had been asleep? The door opened before you could run, a small, tired skeleton staring you down.
You waved meekly, hoping he wasn't mad. "Uh, hey." Smooth. So smooth. Sans seemed to look you over before opening the door more, gesturing you inside. You let out a breath you didn't know you were holding, and slid through the doorway. "So," you started, trying not obvious as you looked over his apartment. It looked bigger than yours, but when your eyes hit the kitchen, you were thankful for the one you had.
"so." Sans said, his voice more groggy than yesterday. You felt a flutter in your stomach, but just assumed it was a quiet grumble.
You turned on your heels to face him, and he nearly ran into you. "I know this is such a stereotype, asking your new neighbor for sugar, but-"
The skeleton interrupted you, his huge grin seeming more genuine than before, "you want me to give you some sugar?" He ask, one of his eyebrows raised. You really needed to stop questioning that.
"If it's not too much trouble, yeah." You nodded, slowly getting why he emphasized the word 'sugar.' "Oh, I uh, not like that. I'm baking cookies, and I forgot to get sugar when I went to the store. So I need some sugar-"
Sans cut you off for a second time, and you could tell he was struggling not to laugh. "you NEED some sugar? jeez, ______, i saw you staring yesterday, but i didn't know you wanted to jump my bones so badly."
You could feel the heat rise to your face, but even with all of your embarrassment, you couldn't help but laugh. "Jump your bones?" You were shaking with laughter, putting a hand to your stomach.
"cmon kid, who wouldn't want to go to the bone zone with me?" Sans wiggled his eyebrows, rocking back and forth on his feet.
You managed to calm down your laughing, only letting out a giggle here and there, "B-bone zone? Oh my god, Sans. I was going to give you some of the cookies, but now I'm not so sure."
That seemed to get him to stop teasing you. He quickly turned into the kitchen, reaching up into one of the cabinets. They seemed oddly high, and Sans had to stretch to reach the bag. It was... Kinda cute. As you came up behind him, he plopped the whole bag into your hands. "Oh, Sans, I don't need this much-"
The skeleton shook his head, raising a hand. He really must enjoy cutting you off. "it's cool. pap never uses it anyways."
"I'll bring it right back, okay?" You smiled at him before darting off down the hall to finish the cookies. At the last second, you decided to double the batch, making sure there were enough for the brothers too. You slid the first two sheets into the oven, quickly grabbed what was left of the sugar to take back to Sans.
His door was still wide open, and you slipped in without hesitation, heading to the kitchen. Sans stood there, drinking from a... Was that seriously ketchup? Maybe it was just weird monster beer or something? No. Nope. It's red. He's drinking ketchup. He opened an eye, peeking over at you. His smile grew, but it looked more like a smirk now. That smug bastard. "what, you want some?" He tipped the bottle towards you, but you quickly shook your head and set the bag of sugar down on the counter.
"Gross. Just.. Gross. So gross." You kept shaking your head, realizing that that must have been why your couch smelled faintly of ketchup. It wasn't bad, just- drinking it? Seriously?
The skeleton laughed, shrugging it off. Just then, his brother burst in threw the open door. "BROTHER? WHY IS OUR DOOR OPEN? THE HUMAN'S DOOR IS OPEN TOO- ARE YOU ALRIGHT?" He seemed genuinely worried, and you didn't want to think about what was going on in his skull right now.
"right here, bro." Sans' low voice rumbled. It wasn't nearly as groggy as earlier, but it was still very deep.
"I'm here too, Paps." You walked around the corner, just in time to be swept up in the skeleton's long arms.
"HUMAN? WHY ARE YOU IN MY HOME?" He suddenly gasped, smiling as he kept you suspended in the air, "HAVE YOU DECIDED TO JOIN US FOR DINNER? I SHALL MAKE YOU MY FINEST DISH! FRIENDSHIP SPAGHETTI!" Papyrus dropped you and ran into the kitchen to gather his supplies.
"Um, actually, Papyrus," you hesitated, not wanting to hurt his feelings, "I have cookies in the oven right now. I better get back before I burn the apartment down." You laughed nervously, not wanting to upset him. But of course, the Great Papyrus wasn't phased at all.
"TERRIFIC, WE CAN HAVE THOSE FOR DESERT!" He turned to you, looking the most excited you'd see him yet, "THIS SPAGHETTI IS THE TRUE KEY TO OUR NEW FRIENDSHIP!"
You finally gave in, agreeing to return after the cookies were done. How could you turn him down? You headed to your apartment and checked on the cookies, seeing that it would still take a few minutes for them to be done. You headed to your bedroom, and when you passed your mirror, you had to do a double take. Your shirt was covered in flour, and your face was more red than normal. The ladder was probably because of the heat, but it still was unusual. You changed into your favorite band tee, and as you went to your mirror to do a bit of makeup, you noticed how worn the old shirt was becoming. They cyan blue was starting to fade, and the logo was nearly unreadable. You'd have to find a new one soon, you thought before setting down in front of your mirror with a makeup bag.
You worked quickly and ran for the kitchen when your timer went off. Your face hadn't really changed much, but you felt more confident. Sliding out the pans filled with cookies, you laughed at the memory of this afternoon. You couldn't believe that you had asked Sans for sugar. He hadn't missed a beat, of course, and you were certain you'd be teased at dinner. Papyrus would probably be confused, and you hoped that you wouldn't have to explain. You slid in the last pan of cookies and reset the time, eyeing the ones you had already pulled out. They were too hot to eat. The cookies would burn your tongue, and your hands, if you tried to eat any now. But of course, you gave into temptation, prying a cookie off of the pan while it was still hot, the chocolate chips still warm and gooey. You tossed the desert from one hand to the other, cursing quietly to yourself. You bit into it anyways, and the taste alone was compensation enough for your now surely burned tongue.
Flopping onto your couch, you elected to just watch some tv until it was time to leave. You found some random musical about a robot and their human lover. It was weird, but you were always a sucker for musicals. It was probably all of the dancing, seeing as you liked to choreograph yourself. You smiled, remembering your new job. Somehow, your friend had spotted a wanted ad for a dance teacher, and you were quick to call the listed number. You had been the first person to call, even though the ad had been out for a full week. It felt a bit ridiculous to dance in front of your laptop during your interview, but you got a rush from it like nothing else.
The timer dinged again, waking you from your thoughts. You turned the television off and headed back into the kitchen. After you took out the rest of the cookies, you took out one of your new plates and stacked cookies onto it. You hoped that the brothers would like the treats, and vaguely wondered how they even ate, but decided not to dwell on it. If need be, you'd ask one of them later.
Rushing out the door, cookies in hand, you walked back to the apartment at the end of the hall. You didn't bother locking your door, figuring that you'd be able to hear if anything was going on. The door swung open before you could knock, and you were greeted by the larger skeleton. He ushered you in and obliged, but not before showing off what you had baked.
Papyrus closed the door behind you, following you into the kitchen. It definitely smelled like pasta sauce, though you weren't sure how he made it smell so strongly. You sat the cookies down on the table, and Sans immediately snatched on of them up. You almost chastised him, but you figured that he was an adult. He could do whatever he pleased.
"WOWIE, HUMAN. YOU CHANGED YOUR APPEARANCE!"
You looked to the skeleton, blushing a little. "Uhm, yeah. Just had to change my shirt." You tried to shrug it off, but Papyrus continued to talk. "YOUR FACE IS DIFFERENT TOO. IT LOOKS VERY PRETTY. DON'T YOU AGREE, SANS?" The skeleton looked to his brother, and you couldn't help but to follow his gaze.
Sans' cheeks were a light blue, and he had stopped eating the cookies for a moment. Was he blushing? Your heart fluttered a bit at the thought. Oh no. You told your heart to quit it out. "uh, yeah, bro. very pretty." He shrugged, but your face lit up more. You hoped the topic changed, or else you were going to be as red as the sauce that Papyrus was stirring. Sans went back to eating, and when he noticed you watching, trying to figure out how that worked, he shot you a wink. "enjoying the view?" You felt the fluttering again. Oh NO. You could NOT have a crush on a skeleton.