Can I live in undertale?

Shine bright like a teardrop.

"I love you." Flame says into my ear.

"we aren't a thing. We might have been shipped by Shadow, but, Flame, I can't date you." I say.

That was all. He went outside in the freezing weather (its all right, we spawned in jeans and jackets. My Nikes be killin'.) and Shadow went with Bolt to help Papyrus out in the kitchen.

That left me to talk to Sans.

"What do you do for skele-fun?" I ask. He laughs. "I enjoy doing nothing, and just lying around with paps. Maybe TV if I feel like it." he looks at me from his spot on the couch. I lay on my stomach next to him, curiously feeling his boney hand and the fuzz on his jacket. "Why are skeletons so calm?" he asks.

I smile. I know the answer, but I give it to him. "why?"

"Because nothing gets under their skin." I laugh. My turn. "A girl walks under the shadow of a tree. There is nothing wrong with the shadow, it's just a shady figure." Sans chuckles. "Good one." His eyes flit to the TV before back to me. "Why do you keep holding my hand? Need a date? We can go to Grillby's."

"No, your hand is just weird. It's cool. We don't have any skeletons where I come from. I'm not used to it. Gotta get used to it. I plan to hang with you guys for a while." I feel my ears get hot. That's weird, even for me. Why is this happening, again?

Papyrus comes out of the kitchen holding spaghetti for everyone. Bolt makes an invisible decapitation of his head with his hand. Shadow tells me the plan in my head.

We all sit down to eat. Flame pretends to show Papyrus a trick with his fork, and it wizzes past Papyrus's head. While Papyrus is distracted with the fork, we dump the spaghetti in Flame's bandanna and replace it with the spaghetti Bolt cooked. Shadow runs into the bathroom with the spaghetti, dumps it out, washes the bandanna and covers the spaghetti up with toilet paper, and tosses the bandanna in the washer. Flame apologizes to Papyrus and makes an ordeal about it so Papyrus doesn't see Shadow until she gets back and sits down. We eat up Bolt's spaghetti, pretending it's Papyrus's, and make the biggest deal about it being so delicious. It was, but Bolt made it. Sans saw it all, smiling at us and shaking his head.

"Aren't you going to eat, Sans?" Papyrus asks.

"No, I'm going to Grillby's. "

"But you always go to Grillby's!"

Sans shot Bolt an evil look. "these kids love your spaghetti. They'll eat more than I could ever. Let me go to Grillby's."

"OMG." Shadow whispers. "If we have to go through that one more time, it will be Sans having the bad time." -Don't worry, I have a plan.- I send her in my head. I sit up, wipe my mouth, and say to Papyrus, "I wanna go to Grillby's. I've never been, and it seems cool. If Bolt and Flame help you clean up, and Shadow finds a place for us to sleep, can I go?"

We let Papyrus and Sans work it out. In the end, I got to go.

Sans and I sit at his favorite place to sit. Grillby handles our order and Sans sips the ketchup.

"So..." I say after I lose the joke I was about to use to counter his seven. Teen. "I'm... no... good at talking to people, skeleton or fleshed. I have, like, no life. I just play Minecraft (and undertale) and watch Gravity falls and Steven universe all day. Or I draw. I love to draw."

He considers this. "You seem like a great kid. How old are you, anyway?"

"Fourteen. You?"

He shrugs. "We don't celebrate birthdays, I'm probably not much older than you."

Grillby's washing cups with a rag not far away. Customers scurry in and out. A drunk monster teeters in his chair a few chairs down. I pretend to fix the collar of Sans's jacket so I can touch his skull to see...

Dang! He's only almost seventeen! I never would have guessed that ever, in a million years!

The shock must have showed on my face, because next thing I know Sans is got ahold of my wrist and is saying, "What up, kid?" I shake my head. "nuthin', Sans, I'm just being an idiot."

"Sure?"

"Mhm."

That was true, it was pretty stupid of me to see how old he was, because now, excitement bubbled through my veins. And when I get excited, bad things happen. It's a curse. Why am I so excited? Stop being excited, there's no reason to be, stop, stop! Oh, jeez, I'm gunna be the death of myself...

I got so excited, I knocked Sans's ketchup onto the front of my shirt.

"Son of a muffin!" I yell.

"Son of a muffin? That's new." Sans comments. I shake my head. "I'm the oldest out of seven kids. We have a new one every two years. Muffin is one of the safe words I use so I can't get in trouble for cussing in front of little ones." So embarrassing. Kill me, Flowey. Just murder me in my sleep.

I mop up the ketchup and sigh at my ruined shirt. Grillby shakes his fireball head at me. (I bet he cooks burgers by putting them on his head and doing math. No one likes math. Or asparagus. Math and asparagus come out of Satan's butthole. If Satan had a pet donkey, they would call it's poop math and asparagus.) Sans just looks at me. I expected him to look gross in real life, but he's actually pretty cartooney. He gets these weird slabs of bone that pop out of nowhere that serve as cheeks when he frowns. I swear, no lie. Cross my heart, I hope to fly.

"Here, kiddo, use my jacket. Covers up ketchup stains." Sans says, lending me his jacket. I had one, but Obi Won must be using the force on my stomach, because it told me to keep quiet.

"Thanks, Sans." I say.

We get home, and I curl up on the floor next to Bolt. This world is the best thing to ever happen to me. I love it here, it's so much better than the overworld. All the monsters here are so nice. Well, all except Flowey, but he can kiss my butt, and stick his howdy where the sun don't shine.

I try to laugh, but I cant. Instead I cry. Right into the pillow laid out for me. Shadow starts to scream in her sleep, so I run to the kitchen for some reason. I don't know why, I get these urges to do something, and they seem pretty pointless at the time.

I cry harder at the shelves and fridge. I don't know why I'm crying. These tears make me weak.

"Hey, yo k, kiddo?" Sans asks.

I wipe my face on my sleeve and shiver. "Yeah, Sans, I'm fine." I say. He doesn't seem to believe it, but he leaves me alone anyway.

For some reason, that's even worse...

Note from author:

Hi. Hope you enjoy this as much as I enjoy writing it. I'm pretty sure you already know what's gunna happen, but don't spoil it for the clueless. Please vote for this chapter or whatever it is you do, I don't really pay attention to stuff like that. Also, read it. Pretty self-explanatory, but hey, just saying.