His New Favorite Color

It wasn't until that night when you got a text from Sans that you realized you hadn't been texting him today. Not a big deal, but he usually messaged you whenever he had a short break. Besides, you had already had one girl caught up in her phone all day, not like you needed another.

“coming to get ya at 7, be ready”

It was already 6:30, and you had just come back to your apartment. Hoping that wherever he was taking you was casual, you spent the time fixing your hair instead of your clothes or makeup. Though it seemed to be smudging off, you left what makeup was left on your neck alone. You could barely make out one of the bigger marks, but that was only if you were looking for it. By the time that Sans arrived, you were comfy on the couch with tea in your hands. Setting the cup down and shoving your feet back into your boots, you rushed to open the door.

“ready to go my,” Sans paused, holding out a small heart-shaped box, “sweet?” He had that goofy smile on his face- the one he had when he thought he was being clever.

You looked at him, then the box, then back at him. A small laugh came from you, barely making a sound. You took the box, nodding for him to follow you inside as you set them on the counter. “You got me chocolates?”

“course i did, sugar.”

“That's so cute,” you were trying to fight the smile from your face, but it was no use. “You know, you don't have to get me anything before you take me out.”

“‘n you didn't have to wear my hoodie, but here we are.”

Rolling your eyes, you moved in to kiss him on the cheek. Right before you did, Sans turned his head, landing his lips on yours. A bright blush found it's way onto your cheeks as you backed up, shaking your head. “Was that really necessary?”

“course it was. c'mon, let's get to grillby’s before it happens again,”

“Would that be so bad?” You joked, following Sans to the door.

“y’know i’d love to, but first we have plans. n besides, you've already covered up the marks from yesterday.” He eyed your neck, resulting in you turning a bright shade of pink.

He put his arm around your waist, chuckling, but before you could make your way to the door he- teleported? Was that the right word?- you to an alleyway behind some building. Almost immediately, you slumped against him, head spinning. It wasn't quite as bad as the last time, but the nausea that overcame you threatened to say otherwise.

“Give me a warning next time, will you?” You leaned against the brick wall, hoping to regain some composure. “Where are we, anyways? I thought you said we're going to Grillby’s?”

Sans took your hand, squeezing it in his own, “i’ve found that not everyone likes it when ya pop up out of nowhere. we’re out back- safer this way.”

You took a minute to catch your breath, and once you were okay the two of you went inside. A few heads turned in your direction, but no one seemed to care until they saw Sans. Just like last time, there was a round of cheers, whoops, and hollers as San passed them. Instead of sitting at the bar like last time, Sans motioned for you to sit at one of the open booths. He waved Grillby over while taking the seat across from you. The waiter was quick to take your orders, slipping away without a word.

“so,” Sans started, reaching across the table for your hand, “any chance of me getting that jacket back soon?”

Lacing your fingers with his, you thought for a moment. “Probably not,” you shrugged. You hadn't expected him to smile in response, but the reaction made your heart swell.

“don't blame ya, they're pretty comfy,” he chuckled. You could feel his bones shake softly while he did so. It was then that you took a chance to look over him- it was almost strange to see him without the blue fabric and fur, but then again, you'd seen him in a lot less clothing than now.

“c’mon babe, least try to be subtle if you're gonna check me out.” His voice broke you from your thoughts.

“You'd think I was a skeleton too, the way you see right through me.” Sans laughed again, squeezing your hand before letting go, moving back for the plates to be sat in front of you. How did Grillby cook so fast?

You spent the night joking together and not so subtly playing footsie while you ate with Sans. Both of you were somewhat reluctant to part ways later, but you made up for it when you pressed your lips to his teeth, kissing him tenderly. For a moment you thought about asking him to come back with you, but the moment was ruined when Papyrus flung open the door to greet his brother. You awkwardly parted ways, retreating into separate apartments.

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The morning came too fast, light yet to come through your window. You struggled to get back to sleep, but sleep never came. Giving up, you decided to get ready early, trying to be as sluggish as possible. Even after you were finished it was a bit too soon to leave, so you decided to walk to work instead.

The elevator doors were just about to close as you left your apartment, a sleepy skeleton just inside. He stopped the doors, grinning lazily at you. “mornin, sunshine.”

You slipped into the elevator with him, leaning against the back wall. “You're up surprisingly early.”

“gotta go help alph in the lab,” he yawned, rubbing the sleep from his eye sockets.

“So you really are a scientist, huh?”

“maybe one of these days i could treat you like my lab work,” he waited for you to respond, and when you raised an eyebrow he continued, “slam you on my desk and do you all night long.”

You choked on nothing, sputtering in attempt to respond. Sans winked at you, strolling out of the elevator. Following him, you finally caught your breath. “W-what kind of lab work are you two doing?”

He shrugged, kicking at a rock on the sidewalk, “you're goin to work, right? i could walk with you, if ya want.”

Was he avoiding your questions? Maybe this is just how he was in the morning. “Only of it's on your way, I don't want to be a bother. I'm just ready to leave, and I'm not even there yet.”

Sans nudged you, getting your attention before he spoke. “you're never a bother. n i thought you liked your job?”

“I do, just not their… Practices. Besides, I'm getting a job at the shelter soon. Well, I hope so, anyways.” You slipped your hand into his, intertwining your fingers.

“i’m sure you'll be purrfect.”

“Sans,” you groaned.

“its a pawsome opurrtunity, kitten.”

“Please stop.”

“guess i have a pretty ruff crowd, huh?”

“I'm about to walk alone, Sans.” you warned.

“alright, alright.” He held up his spare hand in mock defense, his eyes bright.

The two of you walked in silence, occasionally remarking on things you saw. More than once you caught Sans staring into the sky, a far off look in his eyes. When you finally reached the dance studio, he stood with you while you fished a key out of your bag. Chad was already inside, the lights on and blinds up, but the door was locked. You turned to enter, but Sans took hold of your hand again, pulling you away from the door.

“one last thing, babe,” he placed a hand under your chin, moving your face to his to kiss you slowly. You sank into him, your hands finding their way behind his head. It wasn't until you heard someone clear their throat that you even thought to pull away.

In the doorway was Chad, arms crossed in front of his chest and foot impatiently tapping the ground. “Am I interrupting something?” He didn't even attempt to put on an accent.

You felt the heat travel up your neck, your face turning red. “Sorry,” you whispered, looking back to Sans. “Um, I'll see you later, okay?”

Sans nodded, giving Chad a painfully fake smile. “see you at home.” He turned, walking around the corner. It may have been your imagination, but you saw him disappear right as he turned.

“What do you think you're doing?” Chad hissed, waiting for you to go inside before closing the door. “Are you trying to make us look bad?”

“I don't see the big deal, honestly. They're people, just like us.”

“Guess I couldn't see that with his tongue down your throat.”

“That's just dramatic.” You sighed, reminding yourself that you still needed the job. “It won't happen again, okay?”

“It better not, especially not in front of my business.” He spat.

You almost told him that you couldn't promise that it wouldn't happen somewhere else, but you bit your tongue and kept walking.

“Since you're here early, you can work on organizing the CDs in my office. Genre, then artist, alphabetical.” Chad pushed open the door to his room, gesturing to the pile of disks.

You did as told, rolling your eyes at the task. It took longer than you'd have thought, but you muscled through it. Your phone would occasionally buzz in your bag, but you ignored it until your break. If Chad saw you texting the skeleton he had just shooed off like a tom cat, he would have lost his mind.

When you finally got home, you collapsed onto the couch for a nap. Not long later your phone buzzed, Chad’s name on your screen. He had sent you a text, telling you not to come in until noon the next day, and that morning classes had been canceled because he had plans. For you, that just meant sleeping in.

Getting up, you decided to make dinner. You'd have to go to the store soon, you realized. Nothing really happened for the rest of the night, which after the tension with your boss all day was incredibly welcome. You were just grateful to get some sleep.

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Too noisy. Much, much too noisy. Somebody was doing something loud, waking you from a deep sleep. As you sat up, observing your room, you tried to focus on what the noise was. It was almost a distant hum, though the sound kept escalating. It took you a minute, but you finally recognized the sound: yelling.

You slipped out bed, running to the hallway. There was a flash of white and blue, gone as soon as you saw it. Your eyes locked with Catty’s from across the hall, and you wondered for a second why she looked so panicked before she waved you across the hall.

“This totally isn't good,” Bratty whispered from the window. The hot pink curtain was pulled back, giving you a view of the street. You followed Catty to the window just in time to see a limo race off, leaving two familiar monsters you could barely make out in the middle of a sea of people. Of humans.

“What's going on?” You asked, your voice barely audible.

Neither of them answered you.