Bitty Sans X Toriel

Chapter 1: Winter Cleaning

Sans' P.O.V :

"SANS!" Papyrus was yelling at me from down stairs. I think I can here him stomping up the stairs now.

*BAM* he slam my door open.

"LAZY BONES, GET UP! IT'S SPRING CLEANING DAY!" Papyrus cheered.

" * Pap, it's literally snowing outside, plus it's my day off. i wanted to sleep in. " I pull the covers over my face.

"SANS, IT NEVER STOPS SNOWING. YOU KNOW THIS. STILL, IT'S SPRING TIME. IT SNOWS A LITTLE LESS THIS TIME OF YEAR, I GUESS. GET UP." Papyrus pulled the blanket off of me.

" * mnnh. leave me be. " I rolled over and yawned.

"PLEASE GET UP SANS." Papyrus whined to me.

" * broooo. " I whined back.

"-Tsk- FINE WE'LL DO THIS THE HARD WAY." Papyrus grumbled, then he proceeded to pick me up.

" * Pap, you're so cruel. how dare you use my size against me?" I whined and grumbled. Curse my small size. Hmph. Papyrus carried me downstairs and put me down on one of the dinning table's chairs.

"WE WILL HAVE BREAKFAST FIRST, THEN LET THE CLEANING COMMENCE!" Papyrus is being too loud for me. It's too early.

*CRASH* one of the pots fell in the kitchen. Papyrus went to go see what it was.

"HEY! YOU GET BACK HERE, YOU MONGREL! COME HERE! NYEH! HEY NO, BRING THAT BACK! SANS, THAT CURSED DOG HAS THE PASTA NOODLES. I WILL BE BACK, GET STARTED WITH SOME CLEANING." Papyrus chased after the dog that just ran out our front door. It had a box of uncooked spaghetti noodles in it's mouth.

" * ugh. i don't want to do this. " I put my head on the table. I'm tired.

* Sans fell asleep on the kitchen table.

* 30 minutes have passed.

* Monsterkid tripped and flopped into the skelebros' door causing a loud thump.

" * huh! whoa! -CRASH- " I jumped and fell off my chair and grabbed the tablecloth, bringing a glass plate with me to my trip to the floor.

" * ouch. " Well that was elegant. Oh man, if Papyrus comes home and sees that I didn't do anything, he'd kill me.

Stars... I'll just use my magic. My left eye started glowing blue and yellow. I can feel my magic vibrate through my bones. I had five things going on all at once. I had the garbage being taken out, the dishes being washed, the windows being wiped, the shelves being dusted and the floors being swept.

" * phew. -yawn- well that was a lot. Pap would be proud. i still have to do my bed room... nah. " I waved my hand dismissively.

Hmm, my lab could use a good cleaning though. There's some sensitive stuff in there. Aw, but I don't really want to. Come on Sans, power through. It's not that big of a deal.

And with that I was in front of the basement door. I pulled out my keys, unlocked the door and went inside the small space. I flicked the light on.

I brought Pap's feather duster and the broom and dustpan with me. I had my magic get to work as I sat down at my desk. I opened the bottom cabinets pulling out all my old supplies.

Glass test tubes, beakers, petri dishes, graduated cylinders and multi-color, and unlabeled liquids and powders in covered jars and capped tubes. These things had been failed experiments or attempted and forgotten procedures. Both of which needed to get dumped down the drain in the sink and washed out for safety reasons.

I take all the empty equipment and wipe the dirt off and out of them. Placing them back in their places slightly organized. I left the jars and test tubes that were filled where they were on my desk, I'll deal with them in a little while.