Both Jane and Jeff got a lot of credit for what they did. Both deciding to finally confront each other and have an honest conversation. But then both immediately lost any smart points they earned because they both ended up tumbling inside of the snow, and now they have colds.
"You guys are so lucky I grew up in a snowy ass town," Sans called out from the kitchen as he and Laughing Jack opened up two cans of chicken noodle soup to microwave. "You know how many people I had to help with colds? So many."
Living in Snowdin gave one a very specific set of skills. Ice skating with slippers was an example. Sans became really good at aiming from constant snowball fights. And, of course, dealing with colds. Making soup, wrapping people in blankets, stuff like that.
"Woah."
Sans had turned after finishing the soup to find Zero suddenly looming over him. Staring down at the soup.
"I want to feed her," She said. Eyes emptier, yet set. She really wanted to feed Jane.
"Uh... yeah, okay, I wasn't gonna feed her at all." Sans placed the bowl within her hands. "Have fun."
The moment Zero realized she got to feed Jane, her eyes lit up so brightly as she turned and rushed towards the living room. Sans grabbed other bowl, and before he could deliver Jeff's feast, Laughing Jack suddenly leaned over and peppered a few kisses along Sans' skull.
"What's with monochrome people being all lovely-dovey today?" Sans chuckled, leaning against Laughing Jack.
"You just looked so cute making those soups!" Laughing Jack giggled.
"Just tossing a bowl into the microwave? Well, wait until you see me tossing a hot pocket into the microwave, I bet I'd look real sexy then."
From the counter, Eyeless Jack cleared his throat.
"Oh uh - yeah, hey Jack," Sans said quickly, "When'd you get there?"
There Eyeless Jack sat, hunched over with one hand holding onto a heart, other holding a scalpel. Staring up at them from underneath his sweeping brown bangs.
"I was here before you came in." He chewed for a bit, swallowing the piece of heart before straightening his back. "So hi."
"Yeah, hi."
Sans quickly turned and retreated back into the living room like a child whose hand was caught in the cookie jar. On the main big couch sat Jane between Clockwork and Zero, thick blanket wrapped around her as Zero started to feed her soup.
"Babe, you're not scooping it well at all," Clockwork said.
"What do you mean?" Zero huffed out, cheeks puffing from annoyance as she scooped out another spoonful of soup.
"You keep giving her all of one thing. Like the last spoonful just had carrots in it, this one is just broth. You have to get a combination of everything!"
"I'm fine either way, I don't care how I eat," Jane chuckled, before quickly sneezing with a shiver.
"Well I do." Clockwork leaned over her sick girlfriend, hand gently grabbing Zero's as she helped her scoop up a diverse spoonful of veggies, chicken, and noodles. "See? Like this?"
"Oooh."
Sans chuckled as he passed them on the way to Jeff's room, Laughing Jack following with Bean wrapped up within his arms.
"Hey, hey!" Zero suddenly pointed out to Laughing Jack. "Monochrome buddy!"
"Monochrome buddy!" The clown giggled and pointed back at her.
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Daddy's a Serial Killer
Fanfiction(Book 2 of my "Welcome Home, Serial Killer" Rewrite! Read that or else this won't make any sense to you!) Now, in a new home, with a little girl and a (probably) not mentally stable boyfriend, Sans was on his way to a new life. It was finally time t...
