Would That Make You Happy?

Frisk is your child, the result of a teen pregnancy, but they've always been told that you're their older sister. In an effort to get away from your own abusive mother, the two of you end up falling into the Underground, where Sans is startled by this abrupt change in what had become a predictable pattern of events. Maybe your presence is what is needed to stop the endless cycle of Resets.

After many struggles, both internal and external, you and your found family reach the surface, only to face even more difficulties from the society you weren't sure you'd ever see again. You meet new friends and encounter people from your past, though for good or ill, you're not sure. Sometimes it's difficult to tell kindness from cunning.


9. Sugar

You don't think you'll ever forget the look on Papyrus's face the moment he tries your dinner. His jaw goes slack after he swallows (nope, not going to ask) and you find out that those sparkles you thought you saw the other day? Yeah, they're actual sparkles. They're the same orange shade of his magical eye, so you think it's got something to do with that. He apologizes to you over and over for ever doubting your cooking prowess, and after every bite he makes an enthusiastic noise of approval.

You're so happy, and proud, and embarrassed from Papyrus's attention. It's hard for you to eat when you can't stop smiling.

It's decided that in exchange for staying at the house, you'll take care of cooking. You could kiss Sans for suggesting it. Now you don't have to worry about hurting Papyrus's feelings, and it helps you feel less like a freeloader.

The next few days pass in a dizzying blur, so distracted by just enjoying your time in Snowdin.

Some of the local kids figure out that Frisk is staying with 'those funny skeletons' and they come by the house to see if they can come out and play. Frisk's eyes are so bright and they barely wait for your nod of approval before they're running out the front door. You wince as you notice one of the monster children stumble and fall on their face (they have no arms to catch themselves) but they just get up and laugh.

One day you and Frisk accompany Papyrus on his rounds through the forest. The two of you help him recalibrate the puzzles you completed, and you check in with the various dogs. You have to scold Frisk to stop petting Lesser Dog before their head clears the treetops. 

With their boundless energy, Frisk wants to go out with Papyrus again the next day. Not wanting to stay home by yourself, you leave with them in the morning but find yourself at Sans's station before long. Sans doesn't seem to mind the company. He cracks a few jokes, tells you a story about how Papyrus first started training under Undyne, but most of the day you enjoy a companionable silence. 

Sometime after lunch (Sans seems to materialize a pair of hot dogs out of thin air) you find yourself sitting on the floor of the small station. You lean against Sans as you stifle a yawn, and he doesn't say anything when you rest your head on his shoulder. It's so easy to be comfortable with him. He knows the ugly truth of your past and doesn't think you any lesser for it. It helps. He also doesn't pity you, or treat you like you're fragile. He's more considerate about startling you now, and makes sure you're doing okay, but it's not coddling. He cares.

"frisk seems happy here," Sans says, waking you back up as you start to doze.

You make a noise of agreement.

"how about you?"

"I'm happy too."

"how happy?"

"A ton."

"a ton?"

"Yeah. A skele-ton."

He chuckles and pokes you in the side. You squirm a little, but refuse to lift your head from his shoulder. "joke stealer," he says, pretending to sound annoyed.

"I was just borrowing it, you can have it back. Skeleton puns are more your style, anyway."

You settle back down against him and close your eyes, nudging the fluff of his hood with your nose. As you start to drift off, you feel him lace his bony fingers through yours.

Sans knows he shouldn't let himself get attached. There's still that ever-looming threat that everything will just be reset. And if that happens, would you even be there with Frisk next time?

He doesn't know why this time is so different. He hopes that it means something, that maybe this will be the last time, once and for all.

And, if it is... can he really afford not to care?

Papyrus finds the two of you a few hours later, startling you both awake with his scolding. You're embarrassed to find yourself nearly laying on top of Sans; you think he must have gradually slid into a more reclined position in his sleep, taking you with him. Face burning, you leap to your feet as though caught doing something scandalous. Sans's cheekbones are blue, and when Papyrus's back is turned he winks at you. Your face gets hotter, and you aren't sure you understand what's going on.

Frisk is unusually quiet on the way back home, and insists on holding your hand. 

Your anxiety isn't gone, but it's better than it was. Papyrus's sudden movements and loud voice still make you flinch out of reflex, but if he notices he never mentions it or makes you feel guilty. Sans stops telling you that you don't need to help out around the house. Doing things, feeling productive, it helps keep the (unfounded) guilt from nagging at you in your mother's voice.

A week into your stay with the skeleton brothers you decide to make cookies. Frisk is out playing with the other kids, Papyrus is out tending to his puzzles, and Sans is inside with you.

Sans sits on the counter as you pull out everything you need (you picked up the ingredients the day before), watching you with that grin on his face. You're used to the way he always seems to be looking at you, or at least you thought you were. After napping on him the other day there's been some kind of silent tension in the air. Not for the first time you wonder if he sees you as more than just a friend, but... no, that's impossible. He's a monster, a walking skeleton. How would that even work?

You've been wondering about that more than you'd like to admit.

Cookies. Right. That's what you're supposed to be doing right now. You measure and set aside a bowl with flour and baking soda, and start to combine the other ingredients. But, where's the sugar? You could have sworn you got it out... oh, you spot it next to Sans.

You hold out your hand. "Can you give me the sugar?"

"sure, i've got some sugar for you." 

Before you understand what he's trying to say, Sans takes hold of your hand and pulls you towards him, cupping your face with one hand and brushing his mouth against your cheek. You think... you think that was meant to be a kiss? Oh. Oh.

No, this is Sans. It must be a joke. He saw the opportunity and took it, that's all. You pull away, cheeks burning. "Don't tease me like that," you manage to say in a small voice.

"i'm not teasing," he says, and you notice that even though he's smiling, he seems serious. "at least, not in the way you think."

"And what exactly do I think?" Your voice is higher than you like, a thrill of anticipation prickling under your skin.

"how about i just come out and say it, instead of dancing around it by pretending to be a mind reader." He leans forward a little bit, studying your face. You bite the inside of your lip. "i like you. in the 'let me take you on a date tonight' kind of way."

You blink. "Are you... asking me out?"

He raises a brow and his grin widens. "i'm pretty sure that's what i just did, yeah."

"But, I... Sans, I'm a human." This is just crazy. He can't be serious.

"i happened to notice that, yeah. what about it?"

His lack of concern gives you pause, but you press forward. "Even if this whole dating thing works out, what then? Ignoring the fact that Frisk and I are currently freeloading on your couch, how would... things... even work?" Your face feels hotter, but it's better to talk about this now before you get too involved. You also admit that you're a little curious.

Sans chuckles. "i, uh, admit i'm not exactly familiar with how all this," he gestures at you, from your head to your toes, "works. but i'm fairly confident we can figure something out. if, uh, you want to. if it gets to that." He makes a noise like he's clearing his throat and glances away for a second.

There are plenty of reasons you should say no. How much longer will you and Frisk even be around? Granted, the way things are going you don't seem to be leaving Snowdin any time soon, but can the two of you really stay in the Underground? Before, Sans had asked you if you were happy here. And you are. You've never felt happier, more at ease.

Sans scoots closer to you, still perched on top of the counter. He's starting to look a little uncomfortable. "c'mon, buddy, throw me a bone here. you can say no, i'll understand, but can you give me an answer at least?"

Fuck it, why not? You like him, he likes you... who knows what's in store for you and Frisk in the future, but for now... "Okay," you say, nodding and smiling. "I'd like that, a lot actually."

His smile widens again, and he looks pleased. "cool. i'm sure pap will have a ball with frisk." He holds out a hand to you and you give him yours, smooth bone sliding under your fingers and palm. It's a familiar, comforting feeling now. You wonder how his hands would feel under your clothes. "i promise that you're gonna have a good time."

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