Wonderful Escape (UndertaleAU)

Chapter 8: Sparking a growing flame

As the sun sank slowly in the sky, I crept down to the kitchen where I could hear Papyrus throwing things around. I wiped my tear-stained cheeks and took a deep breath. "What are you cooking," I asked as I leaned against the counter.

"Oh, hello!" He smiled. Flour coated his already pale body and other mixtures stained his clothes. He was whisking something in his arms and pouring it onto a pan of flat noodles. "I'm trying something new. It's pasta pancakes!" he declared.

"I- what?" I chuckled. "That sounds oddly good."

"Exactly!" Papy exclaimed. "Would you like to be my taste tester?" he retrieved a fork as I nodded and speared a piece for me. It looked like he'd already made one.

I chewed it, puzzled. It was tasty! "This is really good!"

He beamed and puffed out his chest. "You shouldn't have anything less with the great Papyrus as your master chef!"

I watched as he continued to cook with renewed enthusiasm. A faint smile sat on my lips but quickly disappeared as the silence pressed in. My mind wandered up to the bedroom where I had thrown things around, cried, and wordlessly yelled. MK had wormed his way into my dreams last night.

"I'll be back, Papy," I called as I climbed the stairs and entered my whirlwind of a room. I need to get my emotions under control...

I spent a while there by myself cleaning. I don't know how long it had been when a knock sounded from the door. I straightened up and set my face in a pleasant smile, opening the door. Sans leaned against the door frame.

"You wanna head out for a bit after dinner?" He asked, quickly surveying the mess behind me. "Homie you good?" He pointed a finger with wide eyes.

I shrugged, rubbing my eyes with a sigh. "It didn't work well when I left last time."

Sans reached out and ruffled my hair. "Deppresso expresso."

I leaned into his touch and closed my eyes for a moment.

He suddenly moved closer, closing the door to a slight crack. He wrapped his arms around me gently. "You would've jumped to get outta here. What's going on?"

"It doesn't matter," I muttered, clutching his jacket and leaning closer.

Stop. Pull. Away. He closed the door. This can't be good.

My breath came in gasps until he stooped down to cup my face. "I'm not gonna hurt ya. You are ok."

I let my tears fall without a second thought. I tumbled back and hid my face like a small child in shame. I glanced at his hurt gaze and crumbled back into the bed.

"...I'm sorry, Sans." I finally said, steeling my raging emotions. Get under control, Frisk. Stop being an idiotic burden.

He sat beside me and hooked his finger around mine. "It's all good. Nothing gets under my skin anyways."

I let out a weak chuckle. "I'm usually not like this, I promise. I got pretty good at holding myself up. Apparently, my walls decided to crumble." I roughly wiped my face dry.

"That sounds totally healthy." he squeezed my finger. "Talk to me? You can trust me, Frisky."

I intertwined our hands with a deep breath. He really does care. Why? I'm not sure but maybe I could just- open up? Why is that so hard?!

I pulled back from him and drew back into my oversized sweater, hoping for it to swallow me up and take this weird feeling in my soul. I bent down and gathered one of the pillows I had thrown across the floor, setting in beside Sans.