Dressed to Impress
"oh, uh, heya kiddo."
"Mnn" you groaned, attempting to roll over in your bed. But before you could, your body hit something solid, hard, even. You immediately cuddled up to it, before you realized that something- someone was in your bed. "What th-" You looked up, your eyes slowly adjusting to see Sans. He had the laziest, sleepiest grin on his face, and all you could think about was how absolutely adorable it was. Or at least until you heard a small grunt from the foot of you bed.
There stood Frisk, their hands flying in a blur of words, too fast for you to catch more than a few words. After a moment they moved their head from Sans to you, not that there was a big distance. Or, really, any distance. Frisk started to sign again, and the change in their pace was enough to make you frown.
They said something about Sans- or as they called him, "dunkle," something about Papyrus, and then something that you had to assume was another name. You were incredibly grateful that you had started to pick it up again, using your breaks at work to study. Frisk said something about travel and missing, and something about Toriel too. But before you could piece it together, Sans motioned for your attention, pulling you closer to him still. Had his arm been around you all night? Hell, when did you even fall sleep?
"kiddo's sayin that they thought paps and i were gonna be home. tori went to go grab something for the pie. they came to welcome home the piece of scrap metal."
Frisk signed angrily, but the deep frown on their face just seemed cute to you.
"alright, alright, calm your britches kid." Sans slowly let go of his grip on you, sliding off of the bed. "hey, we'll catch ya later, alright?"
Raising an eyebrow, Frisk began signing again. You didn't catch much, but you could have sworn that you saw the word "girlfriend."
Sans chuckled, ruffling the kids' hair. "you wanna ask her, or me?"
Frisk signed again, a smug look on their face. That was definitely the word "girlfriend." It sounded... nice.
The skeleton looked back to you, shoving his hands into his pockets. "they were wondering if you'd wanna meet mettaton?"
"Wait, Mettaton? Like, the one who has a bazillion movies?" You asked, eyebrows raised.
"the one and only."
"Um, well, yeah, of course. If have to get ready first and," it struck you as you hopped out of bed, "And shower, of course." How could you not have showered after everything yesterday?
"just come on over when you're ready," Sans stopped for a moment, watching Frisk's hands, "kiddo wants to show you their new game."
You nodded, and as they turned to leave, you could have sworn that there was this blue glow behind his teeth. Frisk must have seen it too, because they snickered as they left, signing something to the monster.
And so you were left to your own for a bit, but you didn't want to waste time, so you quickly grabbed things from your closet, not paying much attention to what you picked up, and jumped into the shower. You washed about as quickly as you could, dressed, and set on doing your hair and makeup.
It couldn't have even been half an hour before there was a knock on your bathroom door. It wasn't loud, but you still jumped, nearly stabbing yourself in the eye with mascara. Hesitantly, you opened the door, revealing Frisk on the other side.
"Hey Frisk, what's up?" You kneeled a bit, until you became eye level with the child.
They signed slowly, and with the help of a little charades, you managed to understand what they meant.
"He locked himself out, really?" Frisk nodded, and you sighed, shaking your head. "Let's go get that dork."
Frisk happily took your hand, leading you out of your apartment and into the hallway where you faced Sans, his cheeks tinted blue. As you reached the skeleton, Frisk somehow slipped your hand from theirs to Sans' in one move, wiggling their eyebrows so fast that you thought they might vibrate off of their face.
"You know you could have told me yourself, right?"
"you were in the shower, how was i s'possed to-"
"And the sending Frisk was a better idea? Oh, come on Sans," you shook your head, taking them back to your apartment. "You guys can do whatever, I'll just finish getting ready."
"w-woah"
You turned your head to face Sans, following his blushing gaze. Of course, you blushed too, seeing that he was checking you out. "Sans, are you really-"
"tryin to impress me, huh?" You had never seen his grin so big, so sincere.
"Why would I be trying to impress you?"
Frisk tugged on your pants, looking at you as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.
Frowning, you looked at your pants, and your face turned pink. "Oh, crap. I didn't even think about it." Skeleton leggings. You were wearing your skeleton leggings. You had practically forgotten about them, you almost never wore them because of how tight they were. But how could you forget about them? And how could you not have noticed when you put them on?
"gotta admit, it's kinda working." Oh no, he was gonna- "and tibia honest," there it is, "they look really good on you." He strolled in front of you, releasing your hand along the way.
Frisk looked between the two of you, the smuggest grin on their face. "He thinks you're hot," they signed.
"Oh does he?" You asked, following Sans.
Frisk nodded, signing something else, but you were at a loss again. They scrunched up their face, wondering how to act it out, and it was obvious that they didn't know either.
"Wait, I got this!" Nodding to the kid, you ran into your kitchen, taking the small white board off of the refrigerator door and bringing it back to the living room. Frisk was now sitting on the couch next to Sans, who was in the middle. The skeleton quickly made room for you in the other side, but you sat next to Frisk on the edge instead, showing them the board. You handed them a marker, and wrote on the board. "This way we can talk without someone translating"
"He thinks you're pretty" they wrote next to your own writing.
"watcha got there, kiddo?" Sans moved to look at the board, but Frisk quickly turned it to block his view. They held each other's gaze for a few minutes before Sans gave up, grabbing the remote to turn on the TV.
"I think he likes your soul." They wrote after erasing everything else.
You blushed, laughing awkwardly. "How would you know that?"
"Were you doing your makeup?"
Well, okay, changing subjects much? Deciding not to dwell on it, you responded, "Yeah, I've got to go finish though"
"Can you do mine?" Frisk wrote. As your face scrunched up, they quickly scribbled, "mom says I'm already pretty, but I want to look super cute for TonTon!"
"That's so cute," you squeaked, hurriedly covering your mouth, "we should really ask your mom"
Frisk nodded as you erased the board. They turned to Sans, tugging on his sleeve. Just then you noticed that he was back to wearing his normal white shirt- how had that happened? You know he had been wearing a different shirt this morning, the one with the cartoon ribs. So how had Sans changed his shirt.
"jeesh babe, you're gonna burn a whole through my shirt if ya keep starin like that."
"Eh?" You blinked, focusing onto his face instead of his- oh God you had been staring at his chest. Er, ribs?
"not that i'm complainin, I don't really have the heart for it." He winked, that somehow possible movement making you roll your eyes.
Frisk stuck out their tongue, closing their eyes tightly before they began to sign something to Sans again.
"text tori, huh? you sure she'll allow it?"
Frisk nodded, signing something else- it was too hard to make out from where you were sitting.
"hey, the kiddo thinks you're pretty, babe."
You smiled, raising an eyebrow, "Oh do they? And why were they telling you?"
Frisk signed something with a temper, something you realized happened often with your jokester of a boyfriend.
Boyfriend? Yeah, boyfriend. God, how were you gonna tell your parents that you were dating a skeleton?!
"cause i think you're pretty too." He rolled his eyes at you, pulling his phone out of his pocket. Sans' fingers tapped quickly into the small keypad in a blur, too small and fast for you to see. You had almost forgotten that he used a flip phone. It only made sense, after all, he has no finger tips to press to the screen.
Before there was even a reply, Frisk hopped up from the couch, grabbing the whiteboard in one hand, and your hand in the other, pulling you to the bathroom. They were pretty strong for a kid, especially one of their size. You followed them into the room, leaving the door open behind you. Frisk quickly took a seat on the edge of the bathtub, though they were almost vibrating with excitement.
"I'll finish mine while we wait, okay?" you wrote. After a moment, Frisk nodded, and you went back to work. Just as you finished up, Sans appeared in the doorway out of nowhere, making you jump.
"hey kiddo, got some good news," Sans walked up to you, slinging his arms around your waist. That was pretty, uh, forward of him. Sure, there was something this morning that had made you want to stay cuddled up to him for hours, but you didn't want to seem clingy. "tori says s'all good, as long as you get it off before bed time."
If he had lungs, you'd be able to feel his breath on the back of your neck. You weren't sure if it drove you more insane, knowing that you were barely breathing, but for a completely different reason. "Yeah, yeah, I've got makeup wipes. Guess that means we can do you up, huh?" You laughed awkwardly, putting as much attention onto Frisk as you could. How was that so distracting?
Sans' grip tightened for a moment before he let go, like some sort of half hug. "anyway i can help?"
Frisk made a simple gesture, drawing their hand from their neck downwards.
"Oh, crap, I should have thought of that. I didn't even think to feed you guys!" You groaned, leaning against the counter.
"don't worry 'bout it, i'll go pick somethin up, make it easy," He spun you around for a quick kiss, another thing you hadn't expected, and he was gone.
You stood there, dumbfounded. Frisk was sticking out their tongue, a disgusted look on their face. After a moment, you shook yourself out of the daze and turned to the child. "So, what look are we going for?"
"I want to look like you!" They wrote, a huge smile on their face.
By the time you were done, you were both pretty happy with your work. You had let Frisk pick out the colors, though you had to show them which would match. (Maybe not bright purple and lime green.) Frisk demanded eyeliner as well, telling you that Mettaton would be proud of them. It was difficult, seeing as Frisk didn't know how to stay completely still. Just as you were finishing up, you heard Sans in the other room. He was clearly being loud on purpose, making his presence clear. Frisk was jumping up and down again, shaking with excitement.
"Alright, go show him," you motioned to the door, and Frisk bolted down the hall. You quickly packed everything back up, eager to see everyone's reaction too. Who could blame you though? It's difficult enough to do makeup, let alone on a child!
"babe, you did a really good job," Sans spoke from behind you, leaning against the doorframe.
"I'm just glad they like it," you laughed, giving a light shrug.
"oh, i got the food. kid's already eating, i think they're settin up candy land,"
"Wait, Sans?" It just hit you.
"mm?"
"How did you get there? If you didn't have the keys to your apartment, then you wouldn't have them to the car either. And Papyrus has the car anyways, doesn't he?" The words were practically pouring out, "And you changed your shirt this morning, and I know you don't have clothes here, so you must have-"
"babe." You finally stopped, your mouth still agape, "remember when we met?"
"Obviously?"
"do ya remember when we were moving you in-"
"What do you mean "we"? You didn't help," you argued.
"i moved the couch," he pointed out.
You had forgotten about that by now, even if it was incredibly strange. "Well, it's not like you can teleport or anything," He gave you this look, the kind of look your parents would give you when they know you aren't telling the whole truth, "Wait, can you teleport?"
"'s a bit more complicated than that, but basically, yeah."
"Then," you paused, trying to process this. After all, he was a magical skeleton, so teleportation paled in comparison. "You lied about being locked out, didn't you?"
Sans' cheeks turned blue, his smile awkward, "it was the kid's idea, not mine." He shook his head, audibly swallowing. How did that even work? "we should go eat, y'know, before it gets cold."
Sighing, you nodded and took his hand. This seemed to surprise him, which made you smile. "I'm not mad, Sans. I'd anything, I'm happy you told me, I guess." You weren't sure if you sounded convincing, but you were more concerned with processing the new information.
There was a knock on the door, and you were tempted to run and open it. Just before you did, Sans squeezed your hand, keeping you in place. "it's open!" He yelled, strolling with you to the living room.
Toriel opened the door, her arms full of grocery bags. You were quick to take as many as you could, setting them on the counter top. "It seems I went a little over the top," she giggled.
"it is mettaton after all, over the top is what he does best."
"Well, he'll appreciate it more than, won't he?" She asked, following your lead and placing the bags onto the counter. "Sorry for the delay, I got caught up talking about snails with Napstablook, you know how it is," Before either other of you could reply, the goat woman was practically tackled by her child. "Oh, hello my child!" She brushed back Frisk's hair, moving it away from their face. They quickly pointed to their face, showing off the makeup. "Very beautiful, dear," Toriel kissed the top of their head, then mouthed the words "thank you" to you and Sans.
"tori, i can let you into the apartment if you want to start cooking."
You gave Sans a playful glare, elbowing him in the side. "You could always cook here, I'd even help,"
Toriel gave you a grateful smile, hugging Frisk to her side before they went to eat more. Sans followed behind the child, but not before kissing your cheek. "I would love that, thank you, child."
"It's not problem, really." You shrugged it off, "What are we making?"
"Cinnamon Butterscotch pie, it's Frisk's favorite."
The two of you went to work, running around the kitchen. Pies weren't exactly your forte, but you weren't bad at them either. Toriel worked through the steps with you, and she continually thanked you for helping. At one point Sans demanded that you both took a break to eat the food he had bought. You were thankful, the smell had been making you more and more hungry. For the most part, Sans played with Frisk, but he'd occasionally come in, just to bug you and make jokes. You discovered in the baking process that Toriel had fire magic, and that it really sped along the cooking. The pie was finished in what seemed like no time, so you both joined Sans and Frisk in their game of Candy Land.
Sans is good at Candy Land, you discovered. Very good, actually. Maybe you just had bad luck when you played with them, but for the second time you were getting absolutely creamed at a board game. Sans relished in it, teasing you about it the whole game.
"That's it, I give up. You can play the next round without me." You said after Sans won another game, laying your head against the couch.
"oh, c'mon babe, s no fun if you throw a fit." Sans teased, his grin as smug as ever.
"It's no fun when you make fun of me either!"
Before he could make his rebuttal, there was noise out in the hallway, several people all talking at once. You all looked to the door, racing to stand up.
The door opened and a robotic, yet awfully melodious voice rang through the room, "HELLO DARLINGS!"