Just One Night

Sweet Accidents

With a little effort and a fair amount of elbow grease, Frisk had managed to make an actually edible version of spaghetti. She inwardly chuckled as she regarded her bony friend's "spaghetti", yet she had to give him credit. He had come very far in his culinary endeavors since she had first stumbled into Snowdin. With a heartfelt smile, she gratefully accepted a helping of his dinner, not wanting to discourage the sweet skeleton from his determination.

Papyrus took a seat across from her at the small wooden table and piled his plate high, his enthusiastic cries only lifting her spirits even more.

"THE GREAT PAPYRUS HAS OUTDONE HIMSELF YET AGAIN! THIS HAS TO BE THE BEST SPAGHETTI YET!" He cried happily.

She couldn't help but nod and smile gently. It was his best dish so far, considering this one was actually edible. She ate quietly seeing as Paps could carry the conversation for the two of them. Where she lacked a few social graces, he would happily babble on to make her feel calm and fill the silences that would usually follow. She glanced up at her skeletal friend noting how he hadn't changed much in the last decade that they had spent together. He had finally become part of the royal guard after many years of apprenticeship under Undyne, and her training had been brutal, but he was content with the strain and demand. He was often out patrolling and keeping the riff raff to a minimum in Snowdin's city.

She couldn't help but be happy for her friend, but here lately she found herself growing more and more lonely. With Papyrus gone for the majority of the days, she was left alone with Sans, providing he was at home with her. While he also had a job of his own, it was beginning to feel like he was deliberately going out of his way to avoid her. Whenever she would come out of her room to watch TV, there was a fifty-fifty chance of him stiffening and bolting out the door claiming he had forgotten a few errands or he would dash to his room saying he wasn't feeling well. Her heart hurt knowing that for whatever reason he may have, he didn't want to be around her. In fact, that's why she and Papyrus had a spaghetti contest in the first place..

Papyrus had just gotten home and after kicking off his boots in the entryway, he stumbled into the living room to find her curled up on the couch mindlessly flipping channels with the saddest expression on her face. He plopped down on the sofa beside her and tried unsuccessfully to figure out what had upset her so. In a spur of the moment decision, he announced to her, in his usual confident tone, that they would have a cook off to see how far their culinary prowess had progressed. A challenge of sorts to take her mind off her worries, although he would never admit that out loud.

He really was so considerate, and he was right, it did work. That is until her thoughts shifted to the empty seat beside her. Just where was he off to that he had to run out the door right before dinner? Was this another excuse to be away from her? She sighed and cast her gaze down at her half eaten plate, pushing the rest around with her fork while her thoughts led her down a depressing path.

Sensing something was wrong Papyrus lightened the mood by tossing a saucy noodle which landed effectively on her cheek. The cold noodle startled her from her thoughts and she pulled it off looking at him in mild shock. He snickered at her before tossing more at her now smirking face, and just like that her mind cleared and determination filled. The food fight had begun...

~oOo~

A glance at the overhead clock showed that it was now 1 in the morning. Frisk had spent nearly an hour scrubbing the kitchen counters, stove, and even the walls after the impromptu food fight. She chuckled softly remembering the look on Pap's face as a noodle landed just beside his open eye socket. He had been shocked and a bit flustered that her aim had improved that much, and as that thought crossed her mind, she wondered if he had been trying to assess her skills. Ever since he became a part of the royal guard he tended to train her from time to time in swordplay and teach her strategies.

No longer was she the naive little girl she had once been, no, she had grown into herself and become more aware of the world around her. She was still friendly to the fellow monsters, but she no longer allowed herself to believe in the perfect world, the news helping her open her eyes even more.

Shaking her head, she set to work scrubbing the dishes before putting them on a nearby drying rack. Once the room was spotless, she sighed tiredly and picked at her hair and clothes, taking chunks of garlic, meat, and noodles off of her before tossing them in the trash. The big skeleton had left a little over a half hour ago for some late night training session with Undyne. She didn't mind too much, only caring about getting herself cleaned up for the night. Spaghetti just wasn't a good look on her, or anyone for that matter.

Ducking into her room at the far end of the hallway, she paused momentarily, fumbling for the light switch. Bright light filled the small space, her eyes scanning the room and smiling softly at the tidy state. Walking over to her dresser, she rummaged around in the drawers long enough to pull out a change of clothes before heading to the bathroom on the other end of the hall. She passed by the boys' rooms on the way and couldn't help but notice the subtle differences in the brothers' personalities based on the state of their doors. Papyrus' was a bright red wood that sparkled and gleamed with all the meticulous care it was shown, whereas Sans' door was a light blue with a bit of stains and scratches here and there.

She turned on the light in the bathroom and watched it flicker before illuminating the small space clearly. It wasn't much to look at, just a simple white tiled wall with checkered black and white tiles on the floor. The shower was by no means big or extravagant, but it was big enough to shower comfortably. Turning on the water, Frisk went ahead and peeled off her grey t-shirt while the pipes groaned and sputtered cold water. She carefully unbuttoned her deep purple bra before slipping out of her black sweatpants. She stopped, staring at herself in the mirror for a few moments fiddling with her locks and huffing in disapproval when she felt the crust of spaghetti sauce. She looked at herself in the mirror, eyes critical as she posed and turned to assess her "assets".

She barely had time to react as a thud from outside the hall shocked her into action. As she faced the intruding noise, the last thing she expected to find was a wide eyed spluttering Sans staring at her in all her naked glory..