A "Human" That Likes A Skeleton

Texting Thread

Your siblings looked up at your smiling face and nodded.

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~<~<~<~Time Skip One Week~>~>~>~

[Haven't done one of these in a while huh?]

A week had passed from that conversation and since then, Gaster has taken Mel to work with him every day. Supposedly to run a few tests to make sure she was perfectly healthy. 

Though you had a sneaking suspicion that he also wanted to show her the new technological advancements and get her up to date.

The weather had increased dramatically throughout the week. So you had a plan to talk to Gaster about a beach day, you were also planning on everyone coming along.

As to what you were doing as of right now, you were on the couch in the living room playing a rough round of your game. 

"GOSH THE FRIZZ-NACKLING- ARGH" You shouted as you jumped up and crumpled to the floor in an angry pile of feathers, fur, and limbs. You had lost the most intense round you've ever played, to a newbie no less.

Your poor phone was quite a few feet away as the cause of the spout of pure anger you had. You stayed in that little pile of fury glaring death stares at the phone.

Until a certain skeleton picked it up and kneeled down in front of you, then you just planted your face into the carpet. Which smelled faintly like tomato sauce. 

"You doing okay pancake?" The blue jacket wearing skeleton asked. 

"Grrrrr" You growled back making it very clear that you were not 'okay'

"Alright then, c'mere" You felt a pair of hands wrap underneath your arms and pull you to someone's lap. 

Then, you felt someone run their fingers through your hair. Instantly, all anger you had at the game, disappated. 

You relaxed your muscles and started to purr. It was no surprise when Sans chuckled at your quick change of attitude.

"What made you so angry?" He asked.

You turned your head so you were facing his outstretched pink skippered feet so you could speak clearly.

"Newbies who only got the last hit in a mini-game..." You replied almost bitterly.

Sans scratched behind one of your cat ears, to which you melted into.

"Sounds like someone needs a vacation. Perhaps to a faraway island without internet?" Sans asked in a faint teasing tone.

Your head snapped up to face Sans shaking your head violently and you were about to voice your horror when he placed both of his hands on your cheeks and touched your forehead with his.

"I was kidding pancake, don't worry." He said soothingly. With your lips pursed and eyes narrowed, you said seriously,

"No matter how upset I am. I could not live without the web. I'm stuck to it." Your lips tugged upward in a small smile at the cause of your intentional pun.

Sans caught on right away and his own forever grin widened challengingly.

But instead of initiating a pun war as you anticipated, he started to tickle you.

And for the next few minutes, that felt like years, the entire house was filled with your laughter, pleas, and struggle to free yourself from the merciless onslaught of Sans tickling you.

Finally Sans stopped but only after you slipped out from underneath him and flapped you wings to soar up to the second floor.

Where you peeked over the railing and stuck your tongue at him in victory.