Sans and Papyrus were at Grillby's discussing puzzles. Sans, being the lazy bones he is, just nodded his head and said yes every so often. His thoughts were clouded. He was thinking about last night. What he and Frisk had done still hadn't registered in his mind.
* was it a dream?, he thought to himself. The thought hadn't left his mind for quite some time. That was ,until, Papyrus shouted.
"SANS! ARE YOU EVEN PAYING ATTENTION? DID YOU HEAR ME?" Sans snapped back into reality.
"* what? yeah, bro. course i am.", he said slyly.
"THEN WHAT DID I JUST SAY, BROTHER?", Papyrus questioned. Sans shrugged, winking.
"* i dunno, wasnt payin attention.", Sans joked. Papyrus groaned.
"SANS, LISTEN TO ME. I UNDERSTAND YOU'RE UNATENTIVE, TRUST ME, I DO. BUT, THIS IS NOT LIKE YOU! YOU'VE BEEN LIKE THIS ALL DAY, DAY DREAMING! YES, YOU DO THAT OFTEN, BUT I OFTEN FIND YOU DROOLING ,OR WITH A BLUSH ON YOUR FACE, MUMBLING THE HUMANS NAME! SANS, WHAT IS WRONG?"
Sans' pupils disappeared as a slight blue blush appeared on his face.
"* h-have i, now? hadnt noticed..", Sans admitted. He hopped off his stool ,stuffing his hands in his pocket, his pupils returning. The skeleton stretched his back and began towards the door.
"SANS, WHERE ARE YOU OFF TO, NOW?", Papyrus nearly yelled.
"* headin home.. just gotta go talk to the kiddo, thats all.. hey, if anythin, me and herll wait for ya with some of our own spaghetti. howssat sound?", the smaller skeleton attempted to persuade his younger brother. Papyrus' face lit up.
"OH! WELL, THEN, YES, THAT IS QUITE ALRIGHT! IN THAT CASE, I SHALL BE AT METATTON'S! I'M SURE HE WOULDN'T MIND ME STAYING FOR A WHILE!", Papyrus exclaimed. He was extatic. Sans chuckled and walked out the door. He sighed as his smile faded, sweat beginning to drip down his skull. He flipped up his hoodie and headed towards his cozy little home. He decided to walk. He was too tired to use magic. Too tired to think straight. He just wanted some time alone with Frisk.
"* i hope she's home...", he muttered to himself. He started to walk towards his home, thinking about last night. It really plagued him.
He opened the door with ease.
"* someones home..", he thought. He walked in to find all the lights off, nothing moved or touched. It was quiet. All except for one noise.
"* m-moaning...?", Sans whispered to himself. This gave him a boost of energy. He took a short cut up the stairs.
* sounds like its comin from my room, he thought to himself. He slowly drudged his way over to his door, making sure his didn't make a single sound. As he approached it, he found out he was right. The door was slightly open, as well. Curiosity took the best of him as he peeked in. He was shocked at the sight. His face gained a cobalt blush. His skull began to sweat, again, along with this finger bones. He could feel his own magic begin to form a dick in his pants, unwillingly.
Frisk was there on his bed. She had nothing but her panties on, though they were around her ankles. She was fondling and squeezing her breast with one hand, whilst her other hand was between her legs.
"S-Sans!", she yelled in extasy. She picked up her pace, her back arching.
"* wow, kiddo...", is all Sans could say.
* maybe i should go in there and show her a fun time.., he thought to himself.
Merely a pilot chapter.
