Chapter 9
You woke up to the sound of shouting, wrapped in a blanket and no clue where you were. The last thing you could remember was curling up in the tub. The yelling continued, seemingly from the over excited skeleton you heard last night. Papyrus. He was telling Sans to get up and go to work, calling him a lazy-bones. From surprisingly close you heard Sans yell back, saying he was up and would be down in a minute. A weird laugh filled the house, the sound of the nyeh-heh-hehs slowly fading away. Soon a soft snoring drifted towards you, and you finally let your eyes peek open.
All you saw was blue fabric, which confused you, until you looked up a bit and saw the sleeping face of Sans. Laying on your side you were cuddled up to him, your head under his chin. The air puffing from his mouth with each snore danced across your hair, and his arm was draped over you. It was so comfy curled up to him like this, a feeling of safety around you, that you almost didn't want to get up. But you had, personal, matters to attend to.
Slowly and carefully you worked your way down the bed, freezing whenever he stirred. The process took a while, but eventually you were at the foot of the bed, standing up slowly. You watched his skeleton hand grip where you had once been then tuck into his chest. He was interesting to look at, a foreign beauty to watching a living skeleton breathe in his sleep. His head seemed overly large to you, a bit rounder than your own, and though he had no skin or muscles, you swore you could see his face twitch with emotions. You smiled shyly before grabbing the blanket you had pulled down in your escape and draped it over him, tucking him in carefully before leaving the room.
Heading to the wash room once more you were pleased to see your bag was still there, and that your clothes from yesterday were dry. It was a small miracle that the room you had decided to hide in last night was the bathroom, and not one of the bedrooms. The t-shirt you were wearing was comfy enough, but you felt very exposed with your arms bare so you pulled the sweatshirt back on and put the rest of your clothes in your bag. Once your daily bathroom routine was finished you decided to explore the rest of the house. Living with Toriel had given you some courage, and Sans didn't seem like the type to get mad often.
You crept down the hall silently, not wanting to wake the joking skeleton. Near the stair there was another door, with a note on it that was too high up for you to read the words, though you could make out a skull and crossbones drawn in orange crayon. Smiling at the humour in that you turned and looked down at the living room where you had first entered the house. Last night you had been to afraid to take it in, only looking around to see how you could run away. It wasn't dirty by any means, but it did seem a bit cluttered compared to Toriels house. Quickly you set out organizing the mess, taking dishes to the kitchen, folding the laundry that sat in the corner of the room, picking up the fallen couch pillows. Once you decided the living room was clean enough you moved onto the kitchen.
There was a stack of dishes to be done, and you started on those first. Something about cleaning always calmed you down. You could control part of your life for once by cleaning, could see that you could change things, and it had always made her less angry. You shuttered that line of thought, not wanting to ruin the good mood you were in. Maybe you could thank Sans somehow for his hospitality, and for not eating you. Looking in the fridge you saw half of it was filled with containers labelled spaghetti, and the other half seemingly had ingredients for making spaghetti. Picking out food you could work with you set about making breakfast for Sans.