Just One Night

Flustered feelings

A lone figure stalked along a worn down path, the slow, dragging pace only seemed to further increase the person's melancholy. Brow furrowing, if that can even be possible what with his thick skull devoid of flesh, and a slight glaze took over the figure's eyes. A few random lights, seeming to have been built haphazardly, illuminate the figure and with a sigh he turned his gaze down after nearly stumbling over his own two feet...er what were once flesh covered digits. The light bounced off his white undershirt which was carelessly tucked into a pair of black gym shorts. His thick blue hoodie trimmed with fur only served as a fashion statement since his fleshless body rarely felt a chill anymore.

He picked up the pace as he took in his surroundings. There was one place he'd gone to try to escape the infernal nagging of his consciousness... Grillby's. The place wasn't much of a looker after the recent years, but the food was good, the regulars were decent, and hey beggars can't be choosers. The man brushed through the double doors into the warmth and cozy atmosphere as he breathed in the smell of booze and cigarette smoke. The whole place was lit by soft glowing oil lamps, the booths lining the entire wall just on the right, while the left held scattered tables. Slinking forward, he took a seat directly ahead of the door at the bar where Grillby stood wiping up what was most likely a drunkards spilled booze, casting a glance at the poor fool sprawled on the floor, he could only chuckle while sliding into a seat in front of the bartender.

"Yo! Give me a beer," he called while glancing back at the rowdy group of doggos playing cards and snarling at one another.

"What's eating you, Sans?" Grillby asked conversationally. Normally he wasn't one to pry, but with Sans coming in the way he did, the flaming body couldn't help but be curious.

"Papyrus and Frisk are having a spaghetti cooking contest. I swear it's... un-boil-evable..." He said grasping the mug of booze offered and without hesitation downing half the glass. He cast a glare at the progressively loud doggos before turning his gaze to the roaring fireplace across the way. He became entranced by the way the flames danced and the occasional pop flicking embers out into the safe confines of the brick hearth. His mind started to drift back to the scene unfolding in his kitchen minutes prior to his departure.

There the two had been, Papyrus and Frisk were absorbed in making their own batch of spaghetti, Papyrus choosing to make spaghetti with the long thin noodles, which is fine and all, but he just had to go and throw in the most crazy ingredients for his sauce. He caught the smell of garlic predominately and watched as Paps added a bunch of cave mushrooms and some foul root chopped into tiny pieces. Suppressing a gag, he shifted his gaze to Frisk, watching as she hummed softly, stirring a pot of cooking meat. Setting her spatula aside, she took a moment to reach up to the overhead cabinet.

Sans watched her, his gaze darkening slightly, god how many years had it been since she first came here to underground? He could remember back to the first day they met. The way she looked around, her eyes scanning the area, her expression kind, yet determined, her stride taking her further to her goal... wherever that was. He couldn't figure out if she was a threat since it had been quite a long time since a human had wandered down here, and with them it was best to be guarded. Humans were unpredictable, greedy, and merciless creatures. Their minds fickle, desires fleeting, and trickery mastered, but despite all of that he felt drawn to her, whether it was curiosity or stupidity he had no clue.

He had approached her cautiously, and caught her by surprise making jokes while silently assessing her for danger. She didn't speak much in the time that they shared, but she at least laughed wholeheartedly at his jokes, which only egged him on further. He observed her carefully noting her reaction to him when he first appeared, expecting her to be frightened or apprehensive by his skeletal appearance and deep, dark eye sockets that stared into her soul as if probing her for any malice or ill intent within her heart. She merely stared at him through narrowed eyes and made no moves to attack or back away in fear. He ended up keeping a close eye on her throughout her adventures underground, one that led them to many years of friendship and peace.

His train of thought was broken by her grunt of effort as she jumped to reach up to a spice of sorts on a higher shelf of the cabinet. He chuckled lightly, noting how small she really was. She had grown in height over the years, but it seems as though she still wasn't tall enough to get things from the higher cabinets without climbing the counters or jumping to reach. She had kept her hair short but had settled for letting her locks cascade down to lightly brush across her shoulders. Her small frame was accentuated by gentle, moderate sized breasts, her shape curved gently at her waist and flared delicately at her hips, leading down to soft, yet toned legs.

It had been her 20th birthday a couple months back, thanks to Toriel's insistence on celebrating the sweet girl's new "birthday", seeing as how the actual date was long since forgotten. His thoughts drifted and his eyes bore into her as she bent down to grab a pot to cook her sauce. The sight caused a light blush of blue across his face and made him shift a little heatedly. His mind raced at the thoughts of her supple backside and he inwardly groaned as he watched her shimmy slightly before successfully resuming her task of making dinner.

His thoughts quickly shifted to what she could be eating instead, and that had sent him spiraling down a dangerous path; one that he quickly put a stop to. Not wanting to stay and make things more uncomfortable for himself he called out a quick farewell to the duo in the kitchen and left in a hurry. Perhaps if he hadn't left in such a rush, he'd notice the look of hurt that flashed across the young woman's face.