Loving Every Bone in Your Body

Chapter 1.6 || Water We Doing?

Frisk quickly explains to you exactly what happened with them and Papyrus, clearing up any and all misunderstandings you had gained of the tall skeleton.

You also learn of the properties of the food in the Underground.

When you questioned why Frisk wasn't hurt, because during the child's excited explanation of the fight they mentioned being beat up a little, the kid answers by holding up the bag of cinnabunnies they had bought.

"That's just... really cool," You compliment again, walking to the edge of the fog wall with Frisk at your side. "Food and monsters being made up of so much magic it's just... cool!" The kid laughed at your goofy grin.

Coming out of the fog, you are met with the distant sound of rushing water, and the light dimming just a bit. The new area has a lower ceiling than the snowy forest leading up to Snowdin, but it has more of a... chill feeling. Temperature wise, that is. Wasn't freezing, but wasn't quite warm. You decide the winter coats are now a bit too much.

"Yo!" As you and Frisk walk into a smaller space that has a save star off by a station point with, lookie there, Sans, a yellow, small monster runs up to Frisk. "Dude, you ready?" You look between the two, but decide to ask later as you take Frisk's coat off of them and walk over to where Sans was positioned.

"Work, hmm?" The skeleton straightens a bit when he sees you, nodding with a shrug in your direction.

"Yeah. Is it weird to see a guy have more than one job?"

"Since it's you..." You snort when Sans rolls his eyes. "Here. This place is much warmer than Snowdin. Tell Papyrus thanks for giving them to us." Sans takes the bundles of coats, dropping them somewhere behind the counter.

"Yeah, I will."

"And thank you too." The skeleton looks a bit surprised.

"What? For what?"

"You're the one who told Papyrus after you saw Frisk looking so cold. So, thank you." For a moment, the guy doesn't know what to do. You had sounded so sincere it just... surprised him. He finds himself nodding, and he stumbles over his words.

"Right... Yeah. I... did that." You snort, smiling widely. You're about to turn away, but soft bones wrap around your wrist and stop you. Looking back over you see Sans comically laid over the counter, like you had tried pulling him out but stopped half way.

"Sans?" You asked with a laugh.

"Well, since you caught me lying down on the job," He gestured halfheartedly to his position before wiggling a finger bone to beckon you closer. Without hesitation you leaned down a bit to hear him. "Look out for yourself around them, kid. Frisk can handle themselves fine." You raise a brow in confusion at his serious look. "You're lookin' out for the little one so much you keep forgetting about yourself."

"And how do you know that?" He shrugs at your challenging voice, his bones slipping in their hold.

"Just.. You remind me of someone." He shrugs, pulling himself off the counter so he can sit comfortably back on his stool. The white pinpricks avoid you, and you take it the guy doesn't want you questioning what he said.

"Well, we'll see you and Papyrus later, right? Your brother did promise Frisk and I Spaghetti after all."

"Oh. Right. Do you want his number-?"

"Frisk was already a step ahead of you." You then give the skeleton a mock look. "Also, keep your brother away from my kid. They're cute and all, but I don't find them dating-"