His New Favorite Color

You were right, it was a long night. About seven hours, five movies, and two snack breaks later, you were ready for some much needed rest. However, Jay was wide awake, ready to put in the next movie.

“What's next, Edward Scissorhands?” He asked, hopping up from the sofa.

“Honestly, I’m just ready for some sleep, y’know?” You pulled on a blanket, throwing it over your shoulders.

Jay shrugged, striding to a still unpacked box and pulling out another blanket. So much for helping him unpack today. “You can take the bed, I'll be up for a while anyways.”

“So you're gonna sleep on the couch some more? That can't be good for your back.”

He just shrugged again, heading off down a hallway. Scrambling off of the couch to follow him, you dropped the blanket, leaving it behind. It wasn't until you stood that you realized that your leg was asleep, making it even harder to catch up.

Jay’s bedroom, like the rest of his place, was spacious and modern. His bed was huge- way bigger than he needed, even with his height. Of course, there were tons of pillows, covering a good portion of the bed. Jay began throwing them off as you looked around, inspecting the room. Lava lamps, empty boxes, a walk in closet with clothes already strewn across the floor, and a desk with too many drawers. He really did have a nice place.

“Phone charger is next to the bed if you need it. You can borrow clothes if you want,” he offered. If it had been anyone else, especially another guy, that would have been so weird. Any other guy and the idea of wearing his clothes would have been vaguely creepy, but you knew how comfortable Jay’s clothes were.

“Am I grabbing from the floor?” You half joked, but Jay was already tossing you some clothes. “Oh, sweet, the gray ones!” Grinning at your best friend, you caught the sweatpants and shirt with something less than grace.

He turned away, trying to conceal his proud grin. “What can I say? I know you well, Chica.” With that, Jay slipped out of the room, closing the door behind him.

“Thank you!” You yelled after him before changing into the much softer clothing. It didn't take long for you to slide into his bed, pull the covers up to your chin, and fall asleep.

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Buzz, buzz.

Too early, you thought annoyedly.

Buzz, buzz.

Groaning, you opened your eyes to the bright screen of your phone shining in your face.

Buzz, buzz.

You squinted, trying to let your eyes adjust to the brightness. Sans’ name was displayed in big letters, and above that the time. What could he want this late?

You cleared your throat, sitting up as you answered the phone. Even if it was in the middle of the night, something fluttered in your stomach. “Sans?” your voice cracked, barely coming out.

“babe,” you could hear him sigh in relief, but his words still came out drenched in concern, “where are you right now? you aren't home.”

“I'm at Jay's, why?” You didn't want to think about how he knew you weren't home.

Sans paused, waiting a moment before he spoke. “have you seen papyrus?”

“He must still be with Mettaton.”

“why would he be with the sex toaster?”

You coughed, trying with all your might to not laugh. “Okay, you're telling me about that nickname later. And because he wanted to?”

“just- i’ll call you back, okay?”

He hung up before you had a chance to respond, leaving you half awake and with a million questions. Why had he sounded so… Panicked?

You were nearly asleep again when your phone started buzzing again, earning itself a glare.

“where does jay live?”

“Is everything okay?”

“i’m comin to get you, i want you home tonight.”

“Sans,” you said, your voice harsh but your heart pounding in your chest.

“paps is fine, he's almost home. somethin happened, explain later. so where am i going?”

You gave him the address, taking your time to get out of bed and stand up. He had hung up already, telling you that he'd be there as soon as he could. You tried to sort through your thoughts, too many thoughts for being this tired. What had happened to Papyrus and Metta? Was Sans just overreacting? He did seem really protective over his brother, so it'd make sense. What if Jay woke up and you were gone?

Using your phone as a flashlight, you looked around the room for something to write a note with. You found a few notebooks in Jay's desk and ripped a page out, scribbling out a note explaining what had happened with a dying pen that you had discovered. It took a while to fumble your way back to the living room, finding a now asleep Jay stretched across on the couch. You sat the note down on the coffee table, hoping he would see it in the morning.

There was knocking at the door, sounding weirdly hollow. The noise bone made against wood was never pleasant. You made your way to the door without tripping on anything, opening the door to an obviously stressed Sans. As soon as you made eye contact he relaxed, looking you over as if to make sure that you weren't hurt. Sans quickly pulled you into a hug, sighing into your hair. You could feel his warmth as you traced his ribs and spine through his shirt. There was something, just a whisper in your mind- ‘home.’

He broke the hug, his face contorted into confusion and something unreadable. “what’s that smell?”

“Oh, sorry, Jay's place, so y'know.” You waved him off, not wanting to talk about it.

“are those his clothes,” It may have been phrased like a question, but it was clear he already knew.

“Oh, well yeah, way more comfortable to sleep in.” You laughed awkwardly while he relaxed again. “So, home?”

Sans nodded, pulling you out and into the hallway. Except, when you walked forward, his hand around your waist, you weren't in the hallway. Looking around, you realized that it was Sans’ apartment. Papyrus sprung to his feet, jumping off of the couch.

“HUMAN! SANS! I’M GLAD TO SEE YOUR SAFE RETURN, BUT REALLY BROTHER, ISN’T THIS A LITTLE OVER THE TOP?”

“Sans, what was that?” Your voice was shaking, and your knees felt weak. If it wasn't for Sans holding you, you might of collapsed.

“magic,” He shrugged.

Shaking your head, you sat down next to Papyrus, who joined you somewhat grudgingly. “One day you'll have to explain all of that to me. But first, what happened tonight? Papyrus looks perfectly okay.”

“SANS IS BEING OVERPROTECTIVE.” Papyrus said like it was a mantra he had used for years.

“bro, you could have been in serious danger. that place isn't safe for you.”

“AND WHY NOT? JUST BECAUSE THOSE HUMAN WERE RUDE TO-”

“you've seen what they can do.” Sans cut him off, silencing his brother.

“What did who do?” You asked, looking between the two of them.

Papyrus shook his head, standing up again. “I CAN HANDLE MYSELF!”

“bro, you know i’m just lookin out for ya.”

“HUMAN, TELL SANS HOW RIDICULOUS HE IS BEING.”

All eyes turned to you, making you sink into the couch. “Um,” you hesitantly looked between them before continuing, “I think you're babying him. I'm sure Paps can handle himself for one night.”

“YES! FOR ONE NIGHT, I'LL BE ON MY OWN- IT’S A BRILLIANT IDEA.” Papyrus grinned at you, countering Sans’ glare.

“That's not what I-”

“paps, c’mon, cut it out.”

“NO SANS, I’M SERIOUS. ONLY ONE NIGHT.”

Sans sighed, rubbing his skull. “then what am i gonna do?”

“You could stay with me,” The words slipped from your mouth before you thought about it. Fear spread through you immediately, and you thought of anything to help your case. No ulterior motives, you swear. “I mean, you'd be close by. If anything happens, it'd only take a second to get here.”

“you have a spare room?” The surprise was evident in Sans’ voice.

“Well, no, but,” he cut you off again,

“alright.”

“REALLY?” Papyrus was grinning more than ever as he took you into his arms, swinging you around. “THANK YOU FOR YOUR GENEROSITY, HUMAN!”

Thank God no one could see how red your face was. “So, we should go?”

“you know our numbers, right pap?”

Papyrus sat you down, practically dropping you into the couch. “OF COURSE! YOU’RE BOTH ON SPEED DIAL, AS WELL.”

“I'm on your speed dial?”

They ignored your question, bickering instead over how long Papyrus would be on his own. The arguing lasted until Sans agreed not to check in on him before eight, and Papyrus agreed to not cook while no one was there. And under no circumstances was Mettaton to be invited over or allowed inside.

You walked with Sans back to your apartment, listening to him list off reasons why Papyrus shouldn't be left alone for that long. Apparently last time, he nearly burned the place down. You opened the door, kicking off your shoes and heading to the kitchen for a drink.
You
“so, where are you proposing i sleep?”

Stopping mid step, you turned to face him, face burning. “I, well, the couch I-I guess?”

Sans smirked, “so you weren't listening to pap. huh.”

“It's hard to listen when certain skeletons keep interrupting.” You had no idea what Papyrus had said, or why it was relevant.

“he wanted me as far away from the door as possible. really, he wanted me in another building. “too close” he says,” Sans rolled his eyes. Well- whatever his equivalent to rolling eyes was.

“I thought Papyrus liked the idea of you staying here?”

“don't get all caught up now, babe.”

Nodding, you slipped past him and headed towards your room. “Of course I won't. But hey, I've gotta shower, okay?”

“smell gettin to ya?” Sans followed right behind you, standing in the doorway while talking.

“Don't be getting snarky,” you warned, grabbing another set of clothes.

“wouldn't dream of it,”

You passed him again, pausing just before you closed the bathroom door. “Make yourself at home, okay?”

Sans nodded, and with that you went to take your shower. You spent plenty of time under the warm water, glad that you didn't have to spend the time washing your still-clean hair. After getting dried off and dressed, you headed back to your room. In front of you was Sans, lying in your bed with his eyes closed but a shit-eating grin on his face.

“What are you doing?” You asked, sitting next to him on the other side of the bed.

He simply shrugged, opening an eye to look at you. “ya said to make myself at home.”

Sighing, you pulled the covers over you, mumbling, “I'm not even tired anymore, y'know?”