Relaxation(?)
Oh how you loved the color blue.
The deep cyan painting Sans’ cheeks was for sure your favorite. It wasn't even a mouth to mouth kiss! You were too nervous to even think of that, your pinkness most likely matching his blues.
“S-sorry,” you stumble out, pushing away from him.
“heh, no big deal,” he pulled you closer to him again, cheeks blue as ever.
You avoided contact most of the night after the Mettaton incident, and if you were honest with yourself, you still weren't very comfortable. Part of you really just wanted Sans to spent the night and cuddle the whole time, and the other part wanted to have ‘you time.’
As much as you loved him, you preferred the latter option.
“G-g-goodnight,” you flushed, playing with your fingers and avoiding eye contact.
He let out a light chuckle, “‘night, babe,” you were so cute to him. Giving you a reassuring squeeze, he turned and closed the door behind him.
After five minutes of standing in front of the door, sorting out your thoughts, you crawled toward your bed and collapsed on it.
Tomorrow would always be one of those days where you avoid people and the public like a plague. Black Friday was one of the worst days to be awake for and you always requested it off, even thought you knew the bookstore would need the help. As much as you wanted to help, your mental state would hate you for all eternity for doing that to yourself.
Relaxing from the thought that you didn't have to talk to anyone the next day, you fell asleep easily and content.
11:47 am, not a bad time to wake up too. Late for you, but still early enough to not worry about wasting the day away by sleeping. Having made no plans whatsoever, the day was going to be the best. Plopping down in the couch, you flipped to a random channel for some background noise.
You picked up your flower notebook and began doodling one of the buds. You wondered if you should get some more flowers, liven up your little home with as many pots of different types as possible. It would also mean as so many more flowers to draw as well.
After finishing a few flowers, you realized you haven’t eaten yet, and Undyne would kill you if she found out you skipped, even if you weren’t going to do anything with her today. Sighing, you opened up the fridge to see what you had. You still only really bought fruit, but it was still something. Picking out a peach and rinsing it, you settled back down on the couch, resting your feet on the coffee table.
As you snacked on it, you paid more attention to the TV since you didn’t want to get any juice near your book. Normally, you would flip through for an eternity until you finished your breakfast, but the robot from last night was on screen. Oh yeah, he was apparently popular and everyone loved him. Realization settled in that you had met yet another famous person and you nearly choked on your peach.
You just hoped he wouldn’t talk about you, why would he have a reason to?
“You know, I met a wonderful couple last night!,” Oh god no, “They were just the two cutest people I’ve met!~ A fine example of a human and monster relationship!” you just jinxed yourself, “I must simply have them come and chat with me!”
Well, he did have a reason, and he did talk about you. Before he could say anything else, you flicked of the TV and sat in the silence for a nice long time. You prayed to whatever god was out there that he never put out names. You were never really a violent person, but you really had the urge to see if you could dent metal.
All you could do was sigh for a good six minutes. Not knowing if Mettaton actually mentioned your name or not made you feel sick to your stomach, so you decided to see if anyone else besides you actually managed to watch through the whole thing, since you probably missed it now.
Pulling your phone off its charger in your room, you opened up to one of your now many contacts.
You
-Hey did you watch Mettaton’s broadcast earlier?
From your week at the skele-bro’s house, you noted that Papyrus was definitely an early bird and morning person. He also talked about Mettaton a lot, so you assumed he watched his shows. Hopefully your assumption was right.
Papyrus
* OF COURSE I DID!
*WHY ARE YOU ASKING?
You
-Well, he apparently mentioned me and Sans, and I was wondering if he actually said our names?
-I turned off the tv before I could actually find out
Papyrus
*NO HE DID NOT
*HE SAID HE WOULD SAVE YOUR IDENTITIES UNTIL HE HAD YOU ON THE SHOW
Oh fun.
You
-Thank you!
Why did Mettaton have to do this? Did he not notice how bad you were around people? Certainly getting all the popularity from the ‘mysterious couple’ and then even more from actually being on his show. You could barely fathom the thought.
With your peach finished, you tried to push that thought to the back of your mind and continue with your drawing. When that didn’t work, you sulked on the couch for probably half an hour. So much for a relaxing day.
You decided to think of what to get for everyone for Christmas - you hoped they celebrated it - to get your mind away from being noticed by way too many people for your liking. Most of them were easy to figure gifts out. You scratched ideas out in a notebook you rarely used, collectively coming up with several ideas per person so you would have plenty of choices if a store didn’t have the item or it was too expensive for you.
By the time you came up with a good list, it was already four. Well, it felt like it should have been later, but you did spend a long time making a list. There goes the one thing keeping your thoughts away. Setting the notebook on your bed so you would remember to start looking soon, the one sketchbook that you’ve taken out far too many times entered your line of vision.
Picking it up, the book showed multiple signs of age. The leathery cover was scuffed, and the rings holding the pages together were bent in awkward angles. You hated rings. Most of the pages were in better condition, only a few were starting to lose hold on the rings and some of the corners were crumpled up. You stroked the comforting cover, resting on your bed and flipping through each individual page. You got better at drawing her as the months passed, and you were proud you could pull her face from memory so well.
Since you had forgotten it ever so long ago.
Finally reaching the last page, you could feel tears pricking your eyes as you examined it fully. She was smiling, you prefered that smile over tears any day. Her eyes betrayed her smile though, they were tired and sad. You knew those eyes were always a part of her, you just wished you had noticed it sooner.
You brushed your finger around the drawing, knowing your face was fairly wet by now. You were such a horrible person.