A Different Kind of LOVE

Chapter 6

It had been a few weeks, Sans getting settled quickly into this new, yet familiar, place. Red and Fell seemed to be eating better than when he first fed them, especially since Blue, as he had named his counterpart, actually knew how to cook. None of what he made would be considered to be worthy of "five stars", but Sans was so used to much, MUCH worse that nothing Blue made was bad in his eyes. Red and Fell didn't seem to mind either when meat was slightly burnt, or when there was a slightly strange tang that shouldn't be in the sauce. But, as Sans had assumed, they hadn't gotten much food before he met them. Sans, after giving the alternate him a nickname, found that he wasn't comfortable saying Papyrus' name out loud. So he took to calling this Hoody Papyrus Stretch, loving his choice once the taller seemed to dislike the name.

"HEY, SANS? COULD YOU BRING ME YOUR JACKET?" Sans sighed, a slight smile on his face. It was a weekly occurrence for Blue to do the laundry, throwing Sans' jacket in with the wash. He wanted to wash Sans' other clothing desperately, but since nothing he had would fit Sans, and Sans refused to change in front of him, he settled for the jacket.

Sans stood from the couch, where Red was lounging beside him, both of them lazily watching the T.V. Fell was in the kitchen, insisting to Red that he wanted to help clean, so Blue gave him the job of cleaning inside the fridge.

"Coat, kid." Sans asked, putting his hand beside Red. Red grumbled before pulling his small, tattered coat off, pressing it gently into Sans' palm. Sans smiled before slipping off his own jacket, placing Red's in his pocket before throwing both up to the landing where Blue's hand waited. Blue smiled before running back down the hall to the laundry room. Sans plopped back on the couch, resting his chin on Red's legs. Red huffed, smacking Sans's face with his tiny phalanges.

"PAPA! Get off'a me!" Red roared, hitting Sans as hard as he could. To Sans, however, the blows were barely noticeable.

"Heh, nope." Sans closed his eyes and smiled as Red screamed in indignation, flopping backwards as he tried to wriggle free. Sans chuckled, finally letting up on his tiny "son". Red growled at him before standing up and brushing himself off before blipping to the kitchen, probably to get something to eat. Sans shut his eyes once more before stretching out on the couch fully, his feet and head barely touching each couch arm. He was nearly asleep when a sudden, heavy weight was on top of his ribs, making him gasp in discomfort. He glared up at Stretch, who had blipped home right after his corn dog-station shift ended. Stretch shifted, a little surprised that Sans was under him, but as he looked at Sans' now blushing face, he leaned back into the couch, propping his feet on the coffee table.

"Ugh...STRETCH! Get off!" Sans was thoroughly pinned beneath the much larger skeleton's butt, or lack thereof, and couldn't free his arms to flail in desperation. Stretch laughed, lighting up a cigarette as he settled firmly onto Sans' ribcage. Sans squawked at the weight, his ribcage feeling uncomfortably compressed.

"Nah." Sans glared at Stretch, who was staring at the T.V., a large smirk on his face. Sans wiggled in fury, getting one of his hands unstuck just enough to hit at Stretch's torso, yelling when all it got him was a loud laugh. Sans fell limp, closing his eyes in surrender, before sighing in relief as the weight abated, his ribs aching a little. His eyes popped open, expecting to see Stretch standing over him in victory, a smile on his face. What he found instead was Stretch floating awkwardly over him, still in a sitting position, staring towards the kitchen as the crimson magic surrounding him lowered him to the floor. Sans turned to look in the direction Stretch was focused on, and found Fell, standing straight in the door way, one hand held out, one socket black, the other glowing a hellish red as he dropped Stretch the last foot onto the floor, turning back into the kitchen without a word. Sans shook his head. 

His boys were really something else.