Undertale: The Surface

Spaghetti Dinner With Skeletons

I looked at Sans as we walked down the street, and he would side eye me in return, his grin seeming bigger than usual when our eyes met. I was expecting him to say how he knew a shortcut, but this time he didn't say anything about it. Instead, he started a conversation on his job.

"Long story short, I have a skele-TON of work to do in the next week or no more extra breaks this month." He says as he stuffs his hands in his coat pockets and winks at me.

His pun brings a smile to my face. "How on Earth can you do it Sans?"

The skeleton shrugs as a reply before sighing, his breath creating a puff of smoke which dances in the cool, late autumn air. December is approaching fast, and snow will start falling any day now.

This reminds me that I have no coat, and my arms were starting to get very cold, but the house was close by and we were almost there. I decided to tough through this one. I go to speak, but as soon as I start to talk, the front door to the house swings open and Papyrus waves.

"SANS! FRISK! WELCOME HOME!" He greets with excitement. His hands were covered in cooking mitts and he wore a "kiss the cook" apron with cute little skulls sewn onto it.

"Heya bro, dinner done yet? I'm starving!" Sans exclaims as we walk through the front door, Papyrus closing it behind us.

"YES! I'LL DISH THE SPAGHETTI!" Papyrus then runs to the kitchen and dishes three plates of spaghetti before sitting at the table with us.

For a small second, I forgot Papyrus had cooked this meal, and eagerly stuffed my face with food I've been dying to eat since I got home. Sadly, I was reminded who the chef was as the taste settled on my tongue. My face automatically scrunched up. I thought Sans said this was good?

I look over at Sans, who is happily eating his spaghetti, or he at least seems happy. I cannot believe what I'm seeing. Either both Sans AND Papyrus' taste buds have died, or I don't know good food. My eyes slowly travel to the spaghetti on Sans' plate and I feel sick.

It's covered in ketchup.

No wonder he said it was good. I sigh and decide to suck it up and eat the spaghetti, but not until after I poured the whole bottle of Parmisian cheese onto it. It would at least block out the taste of the original dish.

Once I finished eating, I caught Sans grinning at me again and felt my mind go blank. Quickly, I averted my eyes from Sans. "Very good meal Papyrus," I compliment with a warm smile.

Papryus' eyes lighten with joy when he hears my compliment.
"OF COURSE IT WAS GOOD FRISK! I, THE GREAT MASTER CHEF PAPYRUS, COOKED IT!"

Any other person would automatically take their comment back, but because I knew Papyrus and knew this is the way he is, I take his words as a "thank you".

"You wanna help me clean up, kiddo?" Sans asks, standing with his plate in his hands. I nod and take Papyrus' plate and my own and walk to the kitchen.

After we get the dishes washed, dried and stacked away in the cabinets, Sans leans against the counter and looks at me.
"Hey Frisk, are things alright with you?"

I stop drying my hands and look over at Sans. "Yeah, why?"

The skeleton shakes his head. "No reason, just checking in on you."

With a nod, I set my hand towel down. "Everything is alright."

"Good, I was worried about you."

A small frown pulled at my lips. "How come?"

With a shrug, Sans turned his head and his gaze shifted towards the window.
"Not sure, all I know is I was suddenly worried about you. It kinda upset me, I felt this feeling, this dreadful feeling of not knowing what was happening. It was probably nothing though, but still I couldn't shake that feeling. That's actually part of the reason I texted you and invited you over. I needed to be sure you were alright..."

I watched Sans body language. His hands shaking subtly, his white pupils staring into the distance. He seemed lost, with images of something horrible and unimaginable happening to me flashing through his mind. I felt my heart sink when I seen this.

"Hey," I said softly, breaking him out of his thoughts, pulling him back to reality. His eyes traveled to mine, and I smiled for him. "I'm okay, see?" I motioned down my body to show I was healthy and unharmed. "Okay!"

Sans seemed to relax and he nodded. "Of course, thank goodness for that." He still had his normal grin, yet there was a certain edge to his voice that told me he wasn't 100% sure. I decided to do what Sans always does when the mood needs to be lightened.

"Hey Sans, what does a skeleton contact his friends on?"

Sans raised an eyebrow. "What?"

"A skelephone."

Suddenly, Sans breaks into laughter, and I internally celebrate knowing my mission was a success. I laugh along with him until I'm suddenly pulled into a big hug. My eyes widen and my cheeks grow warm at the sudden physical contact, but I'm defiantly not uncomfortable. In fact, I don't even try to pull away. I just stand there in Sans arms.

"You're alright kid," he says softly, and suddenly I feel relaxed and safe. With that feeling, a smile pulls at my lips, and I wrap my arms around Sans and enjoy his warm embrace while it lasts.

Once I say goodbye to Papyrus and thank him once again for the food, Sans and I are off to my house. The cold wind stings my arms, and Sans must see this as well, because as we walk, he slips his coat off and pulls it around my shoulders.

"But Sans, won't you be cold too?" I ask, looking at him with concern.

"You're chilled to the bone Frisk. I'd rather you have it. Besides, I'll be alright. My shortcuts get me home faster." He said with a wink.

I would reject his coat, but he wouldn't take it back, even if I got angry. Instead, I slipped my arms through the sleeves of his coat and blushed when I heard Sans chuckle at how it fit on me and how different I looked in it. It was a little big, but still fit nice.

We got to the door and said our goodbyes, and as I walked inside, a strange feeling hit me, though I couldn't quite put my finger on it.

I ended up going to my room after saying goodnight to Asgore and Toriel. I slipped into my pajamas and then pulled Sans' coat back on before laying in bed. I closed my eyes as Sans' scent came from the coat and surrounded me.

My heart fluttered as I remembered our hug, and I wrapped my arms around myself trying to get that feeling back again. It certainly wasn't the same, but it would do for now. A big, goofy grin spread across my face. I never noticed how much I could miss Sans, but tonight it felt like I hadn't been with him in years, and I yearned for his warm embrace once more.

I let out a soft sigh, and with that I fell into a deep sleep.

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