Beautiful Integrity (Sans x OC)

Six

I'm in a dimly lit place, I'm not sure if it's a room or if it's outside. It feels neither warm nor cold, I'm simply there. 

I feel a hand on my shoulder and then I turn around. It's a skeleton, and my subconscious tells me it's Sans. But it doesn't look like him, not in the least. His left eye is glowing yellow, and his right eye has no pupil. He has a thin black line running on top of his right eye, and then below his left eye. His clothes are different too: he has a black coat with artificial fur, a white turtle neck sweater, pants and boots. He's holding a cigarette on his left hand.

I walk up to him. I place my right hand on his cheek(bone). He looks at me with a blank and depressive expression on his face, the face that somehow looks really handsome.

"Smile for me..."

At this, he doesn't reply. For a few seconds, he keeps looking at me with his blank expression. Then, his lips curl slightly into a smirk, one that makes me melt. 

"What is this place?" I ask him.

And then, I'm awake.

"What..." I whisper. Why would I dream about Sans like that?

I turn in the bed and see Sans sleeping soundly next to me, it's probably not even morning yet. I realize the big headache I have and remember that I got drunk yesterday.

And then it hits me.

I got drunk, and then I made out with Sans. Despite the alcohol, I remember perfectly what he said.

He isn't going to abandon me.

I keep looking at Sans as he inhales and exhales in a rythmic motion, so peacefully. I think of his adorable smile from every day and compare it to what I saw in the dream. I cuddle closer to him and manage to fall asleep again.

When I wake up again in the morning, I wake up to see Sans's eyes in front of mine, with his adorable, sweet grin.

"Mornin', Freckles," he says.

I moan sleepily and yawn. "Good morning, Sans."

"Sleep alright?"

"Yeah," I say. 

Sans pecks my cheek and gets up. "I'm gonna make us some breakfast."

"Alright," I reply and sit up on the bed.

Sans smiles sweetly and sits down. He lifts my chin up and kisses my lips softly, and then he leaves the room. I shower and get dressed and go downstairs, with a lighter headache than earlier, and then I go downstairs. On the table sits Papyrus while reading a book and playing with Papaya at the same time. Sans hands me scrambled eggs and a bottle of ketchup to put on the side. I look over at Sans's plate, which looks more like ketchup with scrambled eggs.

We sit on the table to eat; Sans's hand occasionally brushes mine. Anytime Papyrus notices, he blushes dreamily and squeals "NYEEEEEHHHHH".

Then among the three of us we clean up the kitchen. I go upstairs before leaving the house, and when I go back down, I find Sans playing hide and seek with Papaya. I watch them for a few minutes and then walk in on them. Sans blushes blue and then giggles.

"You ready to go?"

"Yup," I reply.

"Great," Sans opens the door. 

I take his hand. "Sans?"

"Yeah?"

"Thank you."

He smiles and pulls me close to kiss my cheek. We walk outside and Papyrus catches up to us.

"So? Are you dating now? Huh? Are you a couple?!?!"