Until Then
It was almost a week until Halloween, and honestly, you were excited. Halloween had gotten pretty boring after your elementary school years. But the hype was recently renewed after you befriended everyone you knew now.
Thinking of your friends, you smiled at the thought of how close you had gotten with them all in the past few weeks.
Toriel was like a mother to you, which was nice since you would miss your own every once and awhile.
Undyne was, very interesting. She was passionate with every activity. Which would usually drain you out, but her enthusiasm motivated you to push through that feeling.
You and Alphys could relate to each other. She understood the fear you got from being around people. The two of you had gotten pretty close. She was overjoyed when she found out you watched anime a few years ago, and that you still sort of liked it. You had made several plans with her and Undyne to have marathon nights. Those were fun, but it was always weird and uncomfortable staying the night. You felt like you were intruding on their relationship. One time, you expressed that feeling. They just gave you a weird look and said it if really bugged you, you could get your own date to bring. Sans popped up in your mind and you couldn't help blushing.
You still didn't get to know Asgore very well. He was very busy with monster and human relations. Seeing him was very unlikely.
Frisk was a complete sweety. They were in school most of the time you went over to Toriel’s. You didn't see them too often. They seemed to know about your little crush on Sans, and desperately tried to get you to confess. You've managed to avoid it. Definitely being worried what might happen when- if you do. It doesn't really help when Sans is also the one who usually translates their sign for you. Learning sign language would be a nice idea, of you were motivated enough to try.
Papyrus was adorable as ever. His loud voice and movements were finally becoming normal to you. You didn't get a heart attack every time anymore. But you would still jump if he spoke unexpectedly. Cooking with him was one of the many things you did when you went to the brothers’ house. You would cook and bake with your mother all the time when you lived with your parents, so it brought nostalgic memories you enjoyed.
Finally, Sans. As much as you were around the others, you were with Sans almost twice the amount. Both of you just enjoyed each other's company. There wasn't much done, you would spend every night, when you didn't work the next morning, staring up at the starry sky from the clearing he showed you. It was starting to get colder, and while it didn't seem to bug Sans, it was beginning to affect you. You couldn’t help but shiver on some nights. It was your own fault for never dressing up warm. Even with your scarves, sweaters, and fluffy socks. Sans noticed how cold you were one night, and draped his huge hoodie over you. It swallowed you up in warmth and oddly smelled like ketchup. You didn’t mind though, you loved ketchup. Giving you his hoodie became a reoccurring theme on these nights, and you looked forward to it.
Tonight was a night you spent with Sans. His hoodie already hanging off your shoulders. You sat up and hugged your knees, looking down at him. He was still lying, but had an eye cracked open to return the look.
“Thanks so much. For everything.”
“no prob’”
“I mean it! I-I didn’t really have any friends. Only one. I don’t live near any relatives whatsoever. I was alone, but not lonely. Until I met you.” you covered your reddening face. A foreign hand brought down one of your own.
“don’t do that.”
“Don’t do what?”
“hide your face like that. it’s too cute for you to do that.”
“Sans!” you cry, using your free hand to fill as much of the space left open from the taken one.
That hand was pulled away too. You were left to stare at Sans, who was sitting up now. Several minutes passed with you two like that. You wanted to tell him how much you liked him. But you were scared. You were scared he would like you back, and be disappointed.
“So, about Halloween. Got any plans?”
“not really,” he answered, first taken aback by the sudden change of subject.
“Good, me either,” you smiled, pulling your hands away from his.
“We should totally deck out your house! I always wanted to do that!”
He watched you with your blissful expression. You got so happy over the simplest things. It was yet another characteristic he loved about you.
“i don’t think we have a deck to decorate.”
“Sans! Stop!” smiling, you jumped up. You held a hand out to him, knowing he would make it difficult. He didn’t try to stand up at all. You had to dig your heels in the dirt until he finally got up himself.
“Thanks,” shooting him a fake glare, you shrugged off the hoodie and handed it back to him.
“Wanna make a list of stuff when we get back to your place?”
“sure.”
Another tradition was to walk back - no shortcuts - and just not talk. It wasn’t an uncomfortable silence, more like a content one. You were still excited about your partial Halloween plans, practically skipping the whole way back. Money and spirit was what you always lacked, and while you still didn’t really have money, you sure did have the spirit now.
You slapped a notepad on the dining table when you got to Sans’ and turned to him happily.
“What should we start with?”
“we only really decorated for uh, Christmas, so i’m not sure.”
“I guess you’re not festive enough,” you smiled up at him. Which resulted in a low chuckle.
“you’re gettin’ there.”
You pulled up one of the sites to a local store on your phone and the two of you looked through the Halloween stuff, picking out what was deemed cool enough. That lasted until pretty late at night. You had to stop after you found it hard to keep your eyes open. Sans had to slide your phone and pad away from you to make you stop. You gave him a confused and sleepy look.
“it’s late. you should get to bed.” he returned with a soft gaze.
“‘Kay,” you stood up, rubbing one of your eyes, “Wanna bring me home?”
“stay the night?”
“Sure,” you mumbled, getting too tired to function correctly.
Sans smiled at your exhaustion, you looked so sweet and innocent, he wanted to pick you up like a small child and hug you tightly. He refrained himself from doing so - he would. One day - and guided you to the couch. A guilty feeling clouded his soul since he couldn’t offer you a spare bed to sleep. You didn’t seem to mind as you sunk onto the cushions. Luckily, he did have a spare blanket. Unluckily, it was pretty thin and you still looked cold. He shed his jacket once again and placed it on top of your already sleeping form.
You curled up under the hoodie, making a soft noise. His soul almost melted at that point. Sighing, he stroked your hair for a few minutes, before climbing up the stairs to his own bedroom.