Chapter 10
Sans got up with a yawn, blinking blearily at his room. No sign of the kid, and when he put a hand to where she had slept the bed was cold. Probably run off. He couldn't help the twinge of disappointment about it. It wasn't everyday he found someone who would laugh at his jokes, even his bad ones. Disappointment turned to worry as he thought about that kid alone in the Underground, probably getting scared witless by the other monsters, soon to be hunted down by Undyne for their soul. Even knowing that he shouldn't interfere, Sans got up and decided to take a look around anyway. If he could find the kid then he'd see about bringing them back.
Pleased with his solution he headed out of his room and padded down the stairs lightly, stopping at the bottom in confusion. The living room was tidy. Normally Papyrus cleaned up when he got home from work, not before. Even then, mostly he just cleaned up his own mess and left notes for Sans to do the same, notes that were rarely followed. Scratching the back of his skull and letting out a silent yawn, Sans turned to head to the kitchen and stopped in amazement.
The little thing hadn't run away. She was in the kitchen, the surprisingly clean kitchen, making what appeared to be breakfast. On the table was some chopped up fruit, something Sans was unaware they'd even had in the fridge, and a bowl of some hot cereal. Porridge maybe. The girl hadn't noticed him yet, so he walked to the entryway and watched for a bit. He smiled as she climbed on the counter to grab a clean glass from the cupboards, being too short to reach it from the ground, before carefully climbing back down and filling the glass with milk. She was so adorable, determination radiating from her as she closed up the milk.
"What does the clock do when it gets hungry?" Sans asked, stepping into the kitchen fully. She gasped and turned around, dropping the glass in her surprise and it shattered on the floor. The short skeleton was ready to start cursing himself as he saw the fear on her face before she quickly knelt down and started picking up the glass pieces.
"Hey kid, don't touch those," He manages to get out, stepping forward quickly. Unfortunately his sudden movement caused her to flinch, and the piece she was picking up sliced her hand open. She didn't cry out, just brought her hand to her chest and looked down, face red. "You could hurt yourself." Sans finished lamely, aware that he had caused this.
"Don't worry about it kiddo. No use cryin' over spilt milk." His voice was encouraging, giving her a wink he sent out his magic to carefully pick up all the glass shards, including the ones she was already holding, and put them in the garbage. He grabbed a towel and threw it over the spill before sitting down on the floor across from her. She hadn't moved at all, and Sans could practically feel the tension coming from her. Hell, it was giving him a good amount of stress too.
"Making yourself some breakfast? That's a good idea pal, might be a long day." He tried again, keeping his voice casual. If he wasn't paying attention he might have missed the slight shake of her head.
"No? If you weren't making breakfast, what were you doin' with the food then?" With a shaky hand she pointed to him, keeping her face down at her crossed legs.
"Me? Wha..." The thought came to him and Sans couldn't help the slight blush that tinted his cheeks blue. "Did you make me breakfast?" At her tiny nod he felt his non-existent heart melt. Sending his magic out again he lifted the dishes from the table and set them on the floor in front of him. Grabbing the spoon he started eating.
"It's delicious."