I like you a skele-ton kid (sans x punny reader

A new friend and a new wound

Frisk's POV

'(Y/N)', I repeated in my head. She was quite shy, yeah ok, she just dropped into a 100 ft hole, met Flowey, my goat mother and me, the person who can see with none of his eyes open. I could see her looking at me as we walked up the stairs. The carpet smushing between her toes, and for me, rubbing against my socks. Her hair was in the way of her face and she probably knew it but I told her anyway.

"(Y/N)?", I said when we reached the top of the stairs.

She hummed in responds.

"Your hair is in the way of your face", I commented.

"...stupid hair", she mumbled under her breathe, moving her (H/C) hair out of the way. In the process, revealing a huge scar on her face.

I started to walk again and she followed behind. But I didn't go to my room, instead I headed to the bathroom. I grabbed a small box with rubbing Achol in it. Then looking up I saw (Y/N) with a playful smirk. The smirk looked like sans but with not all those teeth showing.

"That's one small room buddy, but I guess it's nice for keeping fingers warm", she shrugged when I gave her 'the look'.

"What? I thought it was cool, that's all. Don't worry you'll warm up to my humor soon".

 I chuckled at her horrible puns. 

"Come here, I'm gonna heal your nasty wound", I said opening the bottle of Achol, grabbing the two cotton swabs next to my toothbrush. She looked at me, smiling as she started to move the hair that, once again, landed on her face.

"Sssssssssssssss... ow, just ow. Dude this stuff is fricking gnarly. It burns like the sun', she commented on the Achol, which was on the side of her face, seeping in her skin.

"Heh, well you're not gonna see the sun any time soon, so take it like a champ".

"You can say that again".

I peeled off the Pargament paper on the band aid, placing it on her cut.  Her hair fell on her face... again. I looked at her with a smile, as did she. After we through away the used aids, we went to my room. 

Opening the door, she started to check it out. Looking at my desk, she picked up a piece of paper with my sketches on it.

"This is sick man, may I?", she pointed to the pencil on the right-hand side of the pile of books that I borrowed from Alphis. I nodded my head. (Y/N) grabbed the pencil and stroked it across the paper, creating markings that I didn't quite understand. (Y/N) continued. She was making stripes and swiggles and dots that were making the picture look like it was alive. After a while she started to crouch down on the chair that was provided.

"Done. What 'cha think buddy?", she said, holding up the paper like it was a trophy.

"That is awesome, ma'am", I said without thinking.

"Oh freak! Sorry, that just can out and-"

"It's fine... ser", (Y/N) bumped my shoulder in humor.

"Harrity har har", I rolled my eyes or eye lids.

"THE GREAT PAPYRUS IS IN THE HOUSE! WHERE IS FRISK?! NEVERMIND I WILL PREPARE THE PASTA FOR THE NEW HUMAN! SANS-"

"What the heck is that- er- I mean who", (Y/N) asked, smiling uncomfortably.

"SANS! COME IN! WE HAVE A NEW HUMAN IN THE UNDERGROUND! COME HERE LAZY BONES!", shouted Papy.

"It's my friend", I said simply.

"Huh..."

"What?"

Before she said anything the door swung open. The pasta obsessed skeleton was in my room, smiling a little too much at (Y/N). Then she started to laugh. Sans teleported to the room at the sound of her chuckling.

"Heh, sorry I just think you are quite... humerous. Sorry for being a bone-head but it's true. To be honest your pretty knee-t", she snorted.

Sans chuckled and joined (Y/N) in the fun.

"Don't you mean tabia?", he nudged (Y/N).

"Yeah, this a skele-ton of fun, huh?" she nudged back.

"Dinner is done!", Toriel yelled for us to hear her.

"Coming", we said in union, only Papyrus was screaming it.