|4 simple words, one terrible mistake|

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[Grillby POV]

'Shit, ok... Grillby you can do this. You can do this.'

[Gaster POV]

I wake up, my head lying on Grillby's chest. I lift myself slowly and stretch a little. I feel a pair of warm arms wrap around my waist and pull me back down into the bed, I chuckle as warm flames tickle my face. "Babe, I have to get up for work, and you do too" I whisper into my lover's ear, he grumbles "Just 5 more minutes.." I giggle, "Ok, 5 more minutes, but then we have to get up" "Fine"

We lay in each other's arms, and after a few minutes I break the silence "Ok, hun, we really do need to get going now-" he groans loudly and grumbles 'Fine' before letting me go. I sit up and stretch again and get up off of my bed walking to the bathroom to take a quick shower.

[Sans POV]

Around 10 I finally woke up to my dad yelling to get me out of bed. I sit up and walk down the stairs yawning, "Ah, finally, there he is" Dad says with a chuckle, "Har har" I poke fun at him, before slumping down on the couch. "Fuku, Grillby, and Papyrus already left, but eggs and coffee are on the table for you. After you eat, assuming you're going to work with what you have on already as usual, we'll head out" he says as he steps out of the kitchen with a coffee mug in hand. "Thanks pops," I say and shortcut to the table, picking up my fork and shoving some eggs into my mouth.

[20 ish minutes later]

We finally enter the lab's doors and head off to our stations.

It gets pretty boring sometimes, and usually, nothing happens, but I could feel something was kind of off today, I just couldn't tell ya what. Anyway, we get to work and I start reviewing blueprints for the new energy source we're adding soon.

Eventually, it's our lunch break, so I shortcut to Dad with our lunches. We head to our usual spot just outside the lab doors and sit. After 30 minutes, we head back inside to our stations.

[My science knowledge is good, but it is not that good Gaster, so time skip lol] (if you get the ref we're friends now)

I look over at Dad at his desk, he seems to have fallen asleep... I'm getting worried for him, he never was one for sleep, but he seems to be losing, even more, these days... I decide to leave him alone to sleep for a minute, and I continue with my work. I had at least 5 books open at once, writing down notes and equations as I came across them, trying to find one that would work for my research situation.

[another hour or so later]

I slam my head on the desk lightly, nothing is working... "shit" I mumble to myself, I drag my hands down my skull. Then Pop wakes up "Sans.. h-how long was I asleep?-" he looks over at me, rubbing his eye sockets "mm, 'bout an hour, you seemed like you needed it though" I turn to him, playing with my pen as we talk "actually, I could use your help with this real quick if you can," I say, he stands up, walking over to my desk "What's up?" He takes a look at my work, I chew lightly on my pen. "You've gotta carry the one here, and times 5 here" he grabs my pen after a minute and writes down the new equation for me "Ooh, alright, thanks pops" I take the pen back and start plugging in the numbers.

[Gaster POV]

It felt nice, him asking me for help again... it made me feel useful, I smile at him and get back to my work, resting my skull on my hand, groaning. "You need any help, pops?" I hear him ask, "No, I just need to figure this ratio out, it's just a little difficult, thanks though" I respond and return to my work.

[another couple of hours later]

I think I've finally figured out the ratio needed for the equation I was building, I start rewriting it and plugging in the numbers. after solving it, I double-check my calculations and sigh in relief. "found it" I sigh, I look around and see other coworkers packing up for the day, I look at my watch "Oh, Sans, let's start packing up, it's getting late" It's already 8, I have a little over an hour to get ready for mine and grillby's date in waterfall.

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