Uncanny Trust- phan BDSM AU

Four

((3rd person))

*fabu time skip to when Dan is better, roughly three days later*

Life had been getting harder. Dan knew that since now he was better, Phil could (and would) kick me out at any moment. Back to the streets. Suddenly the small teenager began aching for a friend, for love, for someone to care about him. But no one cared. He was convinced that he was just a useless fag who couldn't even find a way to take care of himself.

"You should go ask him, you know. Ask him if you can stay. Maybe you could work for him!" Toriel chirped when he confessed my fears. Simultaneously, his heart leapt into his throat and his stomach dropped.

"I don't know.....I could never.....he's so scary" He mumbled, biting at his lip and running a hand through his thick curls.

"I've never seen him take off work like that for really anything. It's so obvious that he cares about you."

"But why? Why me? Why am I the one that he decided to pick up off the streets, not some other worthless twink?"

"Is that your way of coming out to your adopted mama as gay?" Toriel chuckled, light shining behind her old eyes.

"Oops. Yeah........I'm gay!" Dan blushed furiously and looked down at his bare feet. At least they weren't dirty anymore.

"I'm so happy that you know who you are at a young age! How old are you again?"

"I......uhm......eighteen" he mumbled.

"Really? You look so small-" she cut off and gasped, the kind of rehearsed sounding, dramatic gasp that you only heard in bad movies. "You're of legal age" she added more quietly, almost to herself.

Before Dan could say anything she had already moved on. "Would you like something to eat, my dear?"

"Yes please."

*

After a long climb down two flights of stairs they finally reached the kitchen. Dan almost passed out with how fancy it all looked. The small table and chairs looked like they had cost a million pounds and there was a giant chandelier that added at least a thousand........or so he thought. No one had ever taught him how money worked, and he'd never had any for himself to figure it out.

"What meal do you want? It's 11 am, which means we're kind of floating between breakfast and lunch." Toriel said, rummaging through the pantry.

"Uhhhhhmmmmmm...........I don't know.......how about you surprise me?" He asked, gingerly taking a seat at the table.

"Okay! You know-" she started as she pulled out pancake mix. "Don't ever tell Phil that I don't make the pancakes from scratch, okay? Okay. I really do think you should go talk to him though." She rambled absentmindedly as she poured the ingredients into a bowl.

"I'd be too nervous-"

"Nuh, uh, uh. Mama knows best. As soon as you're done eating, I want you to go up there to his office, knock on the door, and say you need to talk to him. Or he might possibly be in his bedroom, in that instance you would go up there to his bedroom, knock on the door, and say you need to talk to him."

She was speaking so quickly that Dan could only nod, mouth unable to form words. He also felt a little bit belittled, with her bossing him around and all, but he........didn't mind so much?

"Do you want to help me flip the pancakes?" She questioned, already on to a whole different topic.

Dan couldn't help smiling, thinking of when he was younger. Those rare happy moments with his mom.......he could remember flipping pancakes with her.

"Of course!" He cheered, jumping up and padding over to the stove.

It was surprisingly hard to get the goddamn pancakes to flip, and he almost dropped the spatula in the pan when his "mama" started talking again.

"You know, phil is gay too. Like, very very gay. He fingers himself." (DOESN'T MEAN HE'S A BOTTOM)

Dan almost choked. "Thanks.....for......sharing?" He managed out, and suddenly the mental image of the mysterious, always evasive man laying there naked, whimpering and moaning as he wriggled around his fingers inside of himself.......he almost died.

"It's pretty obvious that you've got a crush" Toriel smiled, putting a couple of pancakes onto a plate and drizzling them in syrup before handing them to Dan.

"What?! I.......what??" He started blushing profusely and turned away to walk to the table as soon as possible.

"You do like him, right?"

"I don't know? I haven't really talked to him much! He's just.....he's......." Dan avoided having to say anything by shoving a bite of pancake in his mouth.

*

All too quickly the pancakes disappeared from Dan's plate, and he was too full to eat anymore. He was trapped. 

"Aww now come on, you can do it! I would try his office first and if no one answers then try the bedroom." Toriel suggested, gently pushing him in the direction of the stairs.

"Fine" he huffed and almost rolled his eyes, then caught himself. "And uhm......thank you for the pancakes." He said shyly.

"Any time, hun. Now go get 'em!"

He slowly made his way up the stairs, dragging his feet as much as possible. The feeling of impending doom, the feeling that he was going to get kicked out right then and there, it was almost too much for him to bear.

But there it was. An official looking, heavy oak wood door with a metal plaque on the wall next to it that said office. Hand shaking, the small gay boy slowly knocked. There was no answer. He stuck around for a couple of minutes, and then realized that he should go try the bedroom.

Toriel will be disappointed in you if you chicken out he reminded himself.

Phil's bedroom was right next door so it wasn't like he had much time to hesitate anyway. Putting a mask of false cheer and confidence on his face, he raised his hand and knocked.

No answer.

Should I just go in? He wondered. After a couple seconds of brief contemplation and thinking of any possible consequences, he cracked the door open and stuck his head in.

(A/N: oooOOOOOOoooo what do you think is going to happen?

I just realized after my last update that one of my favorite authors is reading my story and I just....oh god.

Do any of you guys have an constructive criticism for how I could make my writing/this story better? Please tell me! I'm smol!

Also, how was your week? Mine was gr8 except for last night something bad happened but eh....

Goodbye, my beanibobs!)