UNDERTALE: Sans x Frisk One-Shots!

Human!Sans x Frisk: Bae

(I'm on a damn roll today. Three chapters in two days, whew! XD)

This whole story was inspired by a bunch of doodles by @Sinful_Zany . She's an AMAZING artist and her works are AWESOME!!! ^_^

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"Bone-appetit." The boy next to me sniggered.

I giggled as a loud groan could be heard from the other side of the dining table. "NO!!!" The boy sitting there shrieked, facepalming himself. "NO PUNS, BROTHER!!"

Meanwhile, the puny clown beside me ruffled my hair playfully. "Seems like you're the only one who gets me and my puns, kiddo," He remarked with a grin on his face.

I giggled again and nodded enthusiastically. It was true; of all the friends that she met in the Underground, only Sans' puns would make me laugh. And of all the people in the Underground, only I would laugh at his jokes. It was a bond between us that no one could understand.

A very special bond.

Back at the dining table, the white haired male next to me continued to annoy his brother with multiple puns as they ate spaghetti for lunch. Every snicker that escaped his lips was accompanied by a laugh from me. And that only made Papyrus even more annoyed.

"NOT YOU TOO, HUMAN..." He muttered to himself, shaking his head in disappointment as he disappeared into the kitchen for seconds.

On the other hand, Sans continued to laugh, pulling some of his long white fringe hair away from his eyes. Those beautiful, handsome and yet mischievous blue eyes.

Ah, did I forget to mention that I had a crush on Sans? Oops.

He must have noticed me staring at him, because he suddenly tilted his head and inched closer to my face. "You okay, kiddo?" He asked concerned. "Your face is a little red."

I hadn't even noticed that my face was growing pinker by the second. I must have been blushing ever since he invited me over to his house for lunch. So much my ambition of becoming his 'secret admirer'.

Instead of staring into my eyes and making me feel even more nervous, Sans changed his gaze from my eyes to my chin, where a small line of tomato sauce from the spaghetti was drawn.

He chuckled lightly. "That's the red stuff that's not supposed to be on your face," He said as he gently held onto my left cheek to wipe the sauce with his finger.

'Oh my god his finger is on my face omg omg omg' were the words that repeated in my head like a broken record. My heart was beating and my face had a flustered expression.

What happened next felt like a dream.

With my heart pounding in my chest, I yelped as Sans suddenly yanked my face closer to his. Those blue eyes suddenly looked like a predator's, and my eyes must have looked like a deer caught in his headlights. Before I could say anything else, he leaned in to give me a small kiss on the lips.

A kiss. A kiss? A KISS?!

I was completely frozen and my mind was like a blank page. What had happened in front of my eyes felt like that of a movie.

In front of me, Sans backed away from me and resumed eating, his eyes hidden by his long fringe. Who knew what he was feeling.

I didn't.

It was only when Papyrus returned and made a small shriek that I realised that the spoon of spaghetti that was previously in my hands was now on my sweater. Almost instantly, I stood up and grabbed a napkin from the table, frivolously wiping against the reddish stain mark on my sweater. My efforts only made the stain worse however.