Northern Downpour (Underfell Sans x Reader)

Chapter Eleven

Hello my Berries!  It's been forever I know.  I got back from Madison last Thursday and I've been kinda struck with some writer's bock.  But now I'm back and I'm trying my best!

Sans' dogs name courtesy of  @MflameM who suggested Toby! I thought it was so cute. Thank you to everyone who gave me suggestions because I am horrible at names.

And since this chapter is way overdue, I thought I would treat you guys to a little bit of, the Font brothers at the grocery store 'scene'.  I've been wanting to do this forever.

This is an extremely short chapter because I wanted to get something out there for you guys to read so you won't want to kill me.

I just want you guys to know that I am trying my best.  It's been kind of difficult to express my thoughts since I haven't seen my therapist since school ended.  But I'm ok!  I think...

I also got my drawing tablet!  If anyone knows a good software to use with a Wacom tablet let me know.  Cause what I'm using right now is called, 'Krita', but I'm still trying to figure out how to use it and It's awful.

-CarryOnWaywardPie

Your POV

You were out in the backyard about three days later, testing out your wings.  They weren't strong enough to carry you anywhere yet, but it felt good to stretch them out.  You collapsed on the ground and curled them around your body, sighing contently at the heat they gave off.

You heard the pitter patter of little paws hurry over.  You lifted up a wing to see Toby.  His tongue was hanging out the side of his mouth and was in the play position, his butt in the air and tail wagging wildly.  

He hurried over to you and flopped onto his back, wanting a belly rub.  "Hi Toby."  You say, reaching your hand over to his belly.  "could i have my dog back please?"  Sans asks from the porch.  "Hmm...  Let me think about it..."  You pretended to be thinking for a second before you folded your wing over yourself and the small dog.  "Nope!"  You exclaim, exploding into a fit of giggles.  Toby licked your face and you wrapped your arms around him.

Your wing was lifted up by Sans who gave you a strange look.  "Your hand is in the danger zone there Sansy Pansy.  Go any lower and you're gonna have a bad time."  You say smirking.  Your downy feathers were extremely sensitive.  If someone touched them, you had a hard time controlling yourself.  (Cough foreshadowing Cough)

Sans drops his hand and you fold your wings against your back.  "So what's up?"  You ask.  "pap needed you for something.  something about that cookbook you gave him."  He said.  You stand up and hand Sans his dog back.

You skip inside, finding Papyrus at the counter with the cookbook in hand.  "WHAT THE HELL IS THIS HUMAN?  WHERE ARE THE PASTA RECIPES?"  He asks, almost disgusted.  You chuckle a bit and take the book.  "You see Papyrus.  Most humans, such as myself, need food other than pasta seven times a week.  So I bought you a cookbook so you could try different things."  Papyrus narrows his eye sockets a little.

"PROCEED."  He tells you and you eagerly open the book.  He finally settled on a tomato soup recipe, and unfortunately you didn't have all the ingredients so you would have to go to the store.  You wrote down a list of what you needed as well as some other snacks you wanted.

(I'm sorry if you don't like Tomato soup.  I don't like it but I thought it would be a good start for Papyrus.)

You grabbed Sans from the backyard and all three of you headed to the store in Papyrus' cool black convertible.  He put the top down so his cape could blow in the wind.