Overtale: Sans x Frisk

Alone Time [relationship building and more fluff]

                I feel a stirring beside me and peer over; Sans is moving in his sleep. The sky out the window is a very pale blue, it's still early morning. He exhales slowly and snuggles up against me. The room is freezing so I pull the blanket up past my chin.

"F..Frisk...?" He mumbles half asleep, his eyes barely open, squinting at me in the early morning light.

"Sorry, I'm cold," I frown and look at him apologetically.

Sans squeezes his eyes for a minute and then reopens them, "It's fine, I was afraid you were leaving," He slowly gets out of bed and shuffles to the closet.

"Sans?" I ask, more alert. He ignores me and opens the closet. Reaching up high, he pulls down a stack of blankets. Still shuffling, Sans comes to the bed and begins layering blankets over me. I giggle quietly and burry my face under the covers. And then, after there's enough blankets for an army on top of me, Sans slides back under them all.

"Thank you," I say aloud.

Sans draws me up in his arms and pulls me to him, "Thank you for staying with me," He says.

I find myself in a cuddling position in no time, still sleepy. He closes his eyes and cradles the back of my head. I can feel him running his fingers through my hair, letting it sift between them. I relax more than I ever have in my life; I've never felt more safe. My skin feels warmer than normal; my heart rate is quicker. One of his fingers slide down the nape of my neck and stop to the side. I hear him let out a hushed chuckle.

"What's so funny?" I ask groggily into his chest, my sound muffled.

"This, everything. I never thought I'd be here. I'm glad I am."

I smile against him; I know he feels it because I hear his heart beat a little faster when I do.

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I don't know what time it is when I wake up, but when I do Sans is still asleep. He's tangled up with me and the extraordinary amount of blankets.

I try to wake him up by giving him a light tap on the arm, but he doesn't budge.

"I know you're bone-tired but you should wake up," I giggled poking Sans' cheek.

He smiles and playfully bats my hand away, "You don't have tibia such a dork."

"That one wasn't very good," I responded, determined to touch his face.

"Sometimes you can be so pun-bearable," He counters, still blinking the sleep from his eyes. Instead of saying something else, I stop trying to be rough and gently put my hand atop his on his face. He pauses, moved his hand and closes his eyes. Delicately, I place my hand on his cheek, letting my thumb rub across it.

"I know we're supposed to go to the Lab this morning but can we wa-"

"Sure thing," He says, smiling before I can finish my sentence, "I'd rather be here with you any day."

I let my hand drop and trace down his chest. Tenderly, I place it above his heart. I can feel it beating, quickly but rhythmically nonetheless. I'm so overcome with these feelings I can't describe it in words what it's like just being near him; touching him makes my body come alive. My fingers tingle with a strange sensation when I make contact with him, my heart beats faster, I feel nauseous and my toes curl. Judging by how I catch him staring at me, I think he's getting these feelings to.

"This is so sudden," I say, catching even myself off-guard.

"I know," Sans responds, his voice quiet, his fingers making their way through my hair again.

"I'm okay with this," My voice is a hushed whisper.

"Me too."

I'm not sure what this is, if there is anything here or if it's just a mutual comfort we've found in each other through our pain. But I do know how I feel and I'm confident in saying this is more than just a friendship. Sans understands me, and he's beginning to let me understand him.

"Frisk I... Can I tell you a story?"

"What's it about?"

"Me. Who I was before and just... a lot of things."

"Please," I say back, scooting up until our heads were level.

"My name wasn't always Sans," He pauses, draws a shaky breath.

I raise my eyebrows but say nothing.

"And I'm... I'm not from here. This world, this time; I was never meant to be her-"

"SANS!" A voice calling up the stairs cuts him off, "UNDYNE IS HERE TO SEE YOU!"

He stops, looks at me apologetically, "Can we continue this conversation later?"

I nod and sit up in bed, watching him get up and make his way downstairs.

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I can hear Undyne's voice; she's talking to Sans and Papyrus excitedly. At least the news doesn't sound too bad. Then suddenly I hear footsteps on the stairs, rushing up.

Sans bursts in the room, "There's been another murder, Frisk."

My eyes go wide with fear and I throw my legs over the bed. Quickly I put on clothes, Sans helps me with my shirt.

"How bad was it?" I ask as we make our way down the stairs quickly.

"He came runnin' into town, screaming about nightfall and magic and fell in the middle of the road. He'd been stabbed multiple times... Other than that, the details were vague," Sans' voice sounds troubled.

"We're going to catch Ferfus, Sans don't worry," I say reassuringly.

He nods and we reach the bottom step. Undyne is standing by the door watching us.

"You two need to get over to Alphys' Lab. Everyone's there, we're all working together to come up with a plan," She glances up the stairs and at Sans' room's door then she looks back at us. I hear her sigh under her breath, "Are you coming?"

"Yeah Undyne, we'll be there in a few," Sans answers for me, arm still wrapped around me although I don't need his help walking anymore. As she leaves he gives me a look and I know; today is going to hurt like hell but with my determination, Sans by my side and some pain killers, I'll make it.