Chapter 12
You felt a swirling sensation as the world around you went black, then suddenly you were in a small room in a snowy field. A sign on the door told it was a sentry station. It was warm and cozy, despite having an open window, but incredibly messy with condiment bottles everywhere. Some were full, some empty, and you couldn't even guess what was inside them. Taking a peek at Sans you see that he has already fallen asleep on the chair by the window, snoring lightly.
It takes a bit of time, but eventually you get the small station organized. Every time you heard someone coming you would duck under the table, but no one approached the hut. Condiment bottles were arranged by colour and fullness and put on the shelf off to one side, while the empties were thrown away. Garbage on the ground was cleaned up, and you used a bit of the snow from outside and a rag to wash the floor and counter, taking care not to wake Sans. Now it was clean and seemed a bit brighter. Nodding in pleasure at a job well done, you turned to look at Sans to find him watching you.
"Good job kid. Looks like a new place in here." His praise made you blush slightly, and you dipped your head. One of the ketchup bottles floated off the shelf and towards him in a bubble of blue magic before he grabbed it and took a large swig. You blinked in confusion as he held the bottle out to you. Sure, ketchup was fine on fries or with macaroni, but you'd never tried it by itself. Shrugging slightly, you took the offered condiment and took a mouthful. It was terrible, and you nearly spit it back out, but forced yourself to swallow it before handing the bottle back. Sans had a funny look on his face as you went outside and ate some snow, washing the taste out, but it was gone when you went back in.
"Want to hear a story?" He asked rather suddenly, but you nodded eagerly. Looking around for some place to sit that would be out of the way but hidden from anyone who walked by. Deciding the table was your best bet, you crawled under it and leaned against the wall, making the hood of your sweater into a pillow.
The next few hours went by quickly. Sans told you hilarious stories about his brother Papyrus, the one you had heard yelling in the morning. Apparently his endless energy often got him into strange situations. You also learned about Snowdin and some of the other monster who lived there. Your new monster friend never seemed to run out of stories or jokes, and your sides soon hurt from laughing.
The light was starting to fade when he finally finished, grabbing a bottle of ketchup and putting it in his pocket.
"C'mon kiddo, works over. Busy day, I know. Let's head home huh? You in the mood for a walk, it's not far." He gets up before you can answer and heads out the door, leaving you no choice but to rush to catch up. Luckily, while he is about a foot taller than your small size, he walks slowly and you catch up easily. The walk is done in silence to begin with, then he speaks up.
"So, you actually got a name kid? Or should I make one up for you? I can be pretty creative." His prodding is gentle, but there. You feel a bit of your light mood dissipate as you shrug your shoulders. If you had a pen or something you would tell him. Sans notices your silence and slows to a stop, taking out his ketchup bottle. Aiming it at a pile of snow he carefully squirts out the red liquid until it spells his name. You smile at his antics, grin widening when he bends down and picks up the slightly frozen letters of his name and pops them in his mouth. Turning to you he hand you the bottle and nods to a clear patch of snow.
Understanding his meaning you start squeezing the bottle, but it was a lot harder than it looked. Taking a bit more time than he did you eventually had your name spelled out and handed him back the bottle proudly. He looked at the snow, nodding before picking up your letters.
"Frisk huh. Beautiful name." He says, popping the letters into his mouth, and you smile at him.