UNDERTALE: Sans x Frisk One-Shots!

Lost Hoodie

(A/N: This is not my first SF one-shot. My first one was 'A Starry Night', but that story's already a published book! So I shall move on to my next one-shot, 'Lost Hoodie'! The artist is kuzukago on DeviantArt. :3)

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"Huh...?"

"Where did it go?"

Sans rubbed his bony chin with his fingers in confusion. He knew that his closet would always have his signature jacket hung up nicely on the rack after the monthly laundry. His enthusiastic brother, Papyrus, was a picky and precise fellow on that topic; he absolutely would not forget about his neatness.

So, if that is the case... then where is it...?  Sans thought.

Looking for an answer, Sans turned to his nearby brother who was still picking up more laundry to wash. "Hey Pap, have you seen my hoodie?"

The tall skeleton tilted his head. "YOUR HOODIE? I THOUGHT THAT I, THE GREAT PAPYRUS, HAVE ALREADY PLACED YOUR HOODIE IN YOUR CLOSET!" He declared before narrowing his eyes. "WHEREVER IT IS NOW, I HAVE NO CLUE." He then happily walked away.

So much for getting an answer. Sans rubbed the back of his head in frustration. The thing couldn't have grown legs and walked by itself, right?!

Maybe he left it at his bed? The skeleton lifted his pillow off his bed. Nothing.

Did someone snuck it into bottom compartment of the tall sink? Sans walked to the bottom floor and opened the door to the abnormally tall compartment of the sink. Still nothing.

Sans even tried looking behind the sofa, only to find the annoying dog still chewing on Papyrus's 'secret attack'. Sans narrowed his left eye socket. Where the heck is my hoodie?!

And then, a clicking sound came out of nowhere.

Sans instantly turned his head to where the noise came from. The stairs.

A grin found its way to his mouth. So there you are...

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The little girl peered behind a wall, her blue jacket's sleeves covering her small hands. She squinted her eyes, surveying the top floor.

No one in sight? Odd...

Frisk trotted to the railing, looking over it curiously. The sofa below was empty and the television was not switched on. What's going on? Frisk knew that if Sans was fed up, he would sit and sulk on the sofa. (A/N: Try saying that 5 times fast! XD)

What she didn't see, however, was a pair of white pupils peeking out of the dark room behind her. Accompanied by two white hands, the pair of eyes approached closer and closer to Frisk, trudging heavy haunting footsteps...

And finally, the two hands grabbed the tiny human girl from the back, triggering her to yelp in surprise. Her rarely visible eyes widened as she fell flat on the floor.

Well, technically she was not on the floor. Luckily for her, someone had cushioned her fall. Feeling his cold and hard fists rest on her stomach, the tiny human girl spread out her arms like a starfish while her two feet pointed to the ceiling. The skeleton who bolstered her landing awkwardly grinned at her jubilant giggles.

Opening his closed eyes, Sans slowly sat up, startling the small girl. She raised her head to stare at his skull, her eye slits and small grin easily displaying 'curiosity'. "What are you planning to do?" She asked him eagerly.

Sans simply sighed. Gosh, this kid's filled with surprises. Not answering her question, he lightly ruffled Frisk's chocolate-brown short hair. Enjoying this sign of affection from Sans, Frisk nuzzled her two hands covered in jacket sleeves. Smells like ketchup and snow, she noted.

However, that affectionate moment was short-lived, when Sans brought his other hand to Frisk's hair and began roughly tangling up her hair like a cheeky brother. The sudden change of Sans's actions bewildered Frisk, as she widened her eyes once more and yap loudly.

Sans managed to shake Frisk's head so choppily that she was beginning to see stars. Moaning in an anime-like fashion, her head fell to rest on Sans's chest, right below a cheekily grinning face bursting in laughter.

Soon, he felt like he had his fair share of fun and sat back a little, letting out a satisfied sigh. His hand remained on his 'toy' 's hair as she made a pouty face, crossing her arms and legs as if she was unamused.

When she opened her eyes again, she was eyeing Sans's boney fingers tugging at the navy blue jacket she was wearing. Slightly adamant to return his jacket, Frisk stood up and sneered at the skeleton while she took off the hoodie. "Why did he have to go ruffle my hair like that?" She asked him as he stood as well. "You could have just asked it at first instead of giving me a headache!"

"Welp kiddo." Sans held his hands in the air as if he was innocent. "Who asked you to take my hoodie? I guess you deserved some form of punishment for that." He answered with a sly grin. Frisk only flashed another pouty face before thrusting the heavy jacket to Sans's chest.

But the battle for the hoodie was far from over. Just when Sans got his grip onto his precious clothing, Frisk continued to grasp onto one end of it and dragged it towards her. Unexpecting Frisk's actions, Sans narrowing his eye sockets at the determined child, a frown written all over his skull. She's scheming something. Frisk would never do something like that after agitating someone like Sans.

Leaning a little closer to Frisk's face, Sans jokingly pointed a finger at her. "You planning something, kid?" He interrogated.

And then, he got a completely astonishing answer.

"Yes. This."

She swiftly yanked the jacket closer to her, pulling Sans along with it. When his skull came nearer to Frisk's face till they were inches apart, Frisk tiptoed a little before bringing her lips to his teeth.

They were kissing.

While the two of them were still holding onto the navy blue hoodie.

Sans felt nothing but beads of sweat dripping down the back of his head like melted butter and heard nothing but the nearby Annoying Dog's constant panting. He'd better not have a camera...

After a few minutes, Frisk broke the kiss and jovially stuck out her tongue at her skeleton friend. Shen then turned her heels and merrily skipped out of the room.

Leaving a dumbfounded Sans alone in the room.

He could have sworn that his face was turning blue and the sweatdrops on his head was increasing with every second. Clearly flustered, he rubbed the place where the child's lips left him, as his monster soul began to blaze a cyan blue glow.

Gosh darnit kid... You are such a schemer.

Though I guess losing my hoodie is kind of a good thing now. He absentmindedly thought.

I think I'll do it again sometime. 

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I just made Frisk make a 'frisky' move. :D

(That was bad. XD)

- HoodieGirl15