determination is relaxation

Frisk is...something

(Y/N)'s POV

"nice to meetcha , buddy. I'm Sans, Sans the skeleton." greeted the small skeleton. He looked to be just a regular skeleton model I would see in my biology class, just shrunken down to about half the height and given real bones. He also had a very wide and constant smile that was slightly creepy. The strangest part was that, even though he had nothing to cover up under him, he was still wearing a dark blue coat with fluff on the top and basketball shorts. Interesting.

Sans put out his hand for a friendly handshake, so I figured I would oblige. Just before impact I could see a tiny pink object between his ulna and radius.

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"pfftthahahaha" I laughed hard. I like Sans already.

"ol' whoopee-cushion-in-the-hand-trick, it's always funny." Sans retorted to my laughter as he pulled the whoopee cushion off his hand and into the pockets of his coat and looked up to me.

"So is Frisk home?" I ask tentatively with a smirk. Although he seemed weak and small, it's always the quiet observant ones that are the smartest. I remember Sans was the first one to spot me in the shop. Its not likely to happen, but I shouldn't make him mad.

" hey kid! where are ya?!" Sans shouted back at the house. There was silence for a bit then an answer came almost as an echo.

A soft female voice that sounded like Frisk said"I'm in the kitchen Sans! And I told you to stop calling me kid!"

Sans shrugged "well she's not at home, but try the kitchen." Sans winked. We may become good friends.

Sans allowed me inside by stepping aside and waving his arm. "house about you come in" he punned. I laughed like a moron and walked inside. I really like this guy's sense of humor.

I walked inside the blue carpeted giant of a house and looked around.  The first thing I noticed was the stack of books on the nightstand. They and the nightstand sat beside a lime colored couch which itself faced a 132' TV. How they were able to get something that didn't exist in such size must be a display of power. Next to the TV was a combo of notes atop a sock. About 20 feet to the right of the sock was the kitchen island with a granite top and dark oak as a base. The carpet suddenly changed to a white tile signaling the beginning of the kitchen area. In the kitchen it was all dark oak cabinets and granite countertops. All except for the refrigerator which seemed to be just a large box with refrigerator qualities.

Inside the kitchen next to the stainless steel oven was a waft-y and meaty aroma accompanied by a small human girl. Well small to me, she was actually closer to average hei-

The girl turned around to reveal a face of both cold steel and fluffy puppies. My brain couldn't comprehend her face or long flowing light brown hair, so instead I listened to what she was about to say.

"Seriously sans, I'm not a kid any-" She trailed off. While turning her bright red eyes were closed. She didn't realize it was me till the last minute when she opened them. Once she did realize it was me she seemed to be a tad star-struck but recovered quickly.

"Hey (Y/N), sorry I thought you would be here earlier so you wouldn't have to see this." Frisk motioned to the kiss the cook apron she was wearing with a half smile.

"Nah, You're fine Frisk. I don't mind." I tried too say with indifference. It doesn't look half bad. Wait no, you're here to learn, not ogle at women who slightly dress up I reminded myself.

"So." She started, taking off her apron "You ready for your monster lessons?"She continued.

"You know it" I said, trying too sound casual to. I was ready to learn what made these guys tick. And, if they were any threat.