Green, Black, and Blue Make The Colors in the Sky

At night

He teleported home and started dinner. A quick glance at the clock confirmed he'd gotten home before Papyrus, and still had a few hours before he would get home. Dinner was, yet again, tacos. He had an act to keep up, for Pap's sake. He sighed, glancing out the window. He put Papy's tacos in a container, then ate his own. He moved to the T.V. turning on a show that ____ had gotten him into. Supernatural. At first, he had been bothered by the graphic show and course language, but he'd been sucked in like the beautiful girl who'd shown it to him, and now he watched it often. He found himself dozing as time went, but jerked awake when he heard ancar door in the driveway. In his half asleep state, he switched to Napstaton, and rushed to greet his little brother. "PAPY! YOU'RE HOME!" He forced his exhaustion away, leaping to hug the taller skeleton. Pap caught him easily, chuckling. He smelled like smoke again. Something that had decreased on the surface, but still happened sometimes because the habit was hard to kick. He decided to pretend he didn't notice and babbled excitedly about puzzled he'd designed recently and how he'd been getting more popular online. He pushed a glass of water into Pap's hand, sat him at the table, then put a plate of tacos in front of him. Papyrus pretended to eat them, as usual, though he could see them teleporting into the trash. He ignored the sting in his chest. Soon enough, it was bedtime. They did their routine as Sans dozed off once more to Papyrus reading The Adventures of Fluffy Bunny. He woke up in a cold sweat. Another nightmare. He heard his brother whimpering next door, and it quickly escalated to screaming. He teleported in, forcing his brother to lay down with blue magic. This negated Papy's own blue magic, sending everything in the room which had been floating to the floor. He sighed, whispering comforts to his little brother, as usual. He sighed sadly. Why did comforting his brother's night terrors about the resets have to become routine? Sans was glad Pap only remembered when he was asleep, with vague deja vu during the day, though Sans always remembered. He couldn't help thinking he was so alone. But he wasn't anymore. No, he had ____ now. And one day he would tell her about everything. If one day ever came...