Love is a Burden

Chapter 4

Today was the day Frisk was supposed to take you to meet their 'friends'. You were worried, based on what Toriel had told you the rule of this world was. You sighed, walking over to the mirror and looking at yourself. You had a pair of black ripped jeans on, these were your favourite. They were tight in all the right places and loose in all the best. You also had a red short sleeved shirt on, that had an ACDC logo on the front. You had a pair of black converse on (and the logo was yellow). You also had your favourite black and yellow choker on, and finally your hair was up in a half-bun, as you looked into the mirror you didn't notice that frisk was standing behind you, trying not to giggle. You glance back at them angrily. "What!? Just trying to make sure I look okay, jeez." They laughed and walked up to you. "Please put it on?" They asked, shaking your arm. "I'm not going to put on makeup frisk, I'm still a guy." They looked at me sadly. "Well come on!!" They said excitedly. "Mom is gonna take us, but we'll be late if you dont hurry!!" They were practically bouncing off the walls at the fact that you were going to meet here friends. They had told you previously that they were skeletons, and their names were Sans and  Papyrus. They keep saying that you'd like Sans, but you didn't even know him, so that couldnt be true... could it? Frisk knew you well, but not well enough to get you a boyfriend... right?! You sighed and went to Frisk. "Finally!! Jeez your ready!!" You smirk, looking at them. Toriel walked you two to the gate and waved you goodbye. You began to walk out when you glance at toriel one last time for the day. She smiled... yet it gave you the feeling that it was... phoney. You shook away the feeling and held frisk closer to you. Frisk looked at you weirdly and than you two were off. You used your soul to teleport you two tho this 'snowdin' place were frisk's friends were. You didn't dress warm so by now you were freezing. You walked frisk up to a door, getting dirty looks the whole time. You kept a noticeable scowl on your face the whole way, not really happy that you were going through this experience. Frisk knocked on the door and a tall skeleton answered. He was dressed in black armour, the shoulder pads were red, and so were his boots. His eyesockets where slanted, giving him a very angry sort of vibe to him. He greeted frisk in a gruff, scratchy voice. Than he looked at you, his empty eyesockets almost peering through you. "WHO IS THIS FRISK?!" he asked, his voice was awfully loud. "Its my brother, Papyrus this is Y/n, Y/n Papyrus. They introduced you... as their brother? That's odd, they've never called you their brother before. "OH, WELL NICE TO MEET YOU Y/N!" papyrus reached his hand out for you to shake, you took it slowly. "Nice ta' meetcha' too Papyrus." You say, the natural scruff in your voice showing. "WELL, I SHOULD PROBABLY INTRODUCE YOU TO MY LAZY BROTHER, AFTER ALL, IT WOULD MAKE ME THE BETTER HOST!" he turned and invited you two in, you peek in through the doorway. The house was nice, and smelt of... mustard and ravioli? Well, a homes a home. You walk in and hang up your coat. Papyrus cups his hands around his mouth and inhales, you assume he's gonna yell. "SANS!!! GET YOUR LAZY ASS DOWN HERE, WE HAVE GUESTS!!" You flinched at the sound of papyrus yelling, but frisk seemed to be used to it. You heard a grumbling noise and a thud. You assumed this was Sans. A shorter skeleton walked down the stairs with a scowl on his face, showing off fangs and a gold tooth. He was wearing black basketball shorts with a yellow strip down the side and a large black winter coat. It was mostly black, but the fur on the rim of the coat was yellow. He was wearing a red t-shirt under it, and most interesting of all, was a large black dog collar around his neck. Heh, you might like this 'Sans'.He looked to be about 4 inches taller than you. Sans walked down the stairs and said in an angry, yet deep voice "The hell you talkn' bout' boss its just fris-!...." he stopped and looked at you, his gaze going from one of anger, to a flirtatious one. "Hey!!! Who's this?" He looked you up and down. "Y/n, nice ta' meetcha'. I assume your Sans?" You answer back, meeting  his gaze. "Hey, he's half bad, for a skeleton after all." You thought, looking into his eyesockets. Papyrus made an angry huffing noise. "SANS DON'T FLIRT WITH THE HUMAN, YOU ONLY JUST MET HIM!!!" Sans chuckled, looking at you again. "Sorry boss, you should see the way their lookin' at me. I can't help it!" He laughed and pulled something out of his pocket. He pulled a bottle of mustard out. Your eyes widened and as he never broke eye contact with you, and drank from the bottle of mustard. You assumed that's why the house sort of smelled like it. You chuckled nervously, and looked at frisk sitting on the couch drawing. They were drawing... you and.... Sans?!?! What were you two doing!? You felt your face flush. You walked over to frisk as papyrus climbed the stairs. ''SANS KEEP THESE TWO COMPANY, I MUST ATTEND TO SOMETHING!!!" He stomped the rest of the way and you went over to frisk. "Frisk! What the hell?!" You looked at their drawing as your face got darker. "What are freakin' outa' bo-!" Sans looked at the drawing and immediately his face went a dark red. Frisk giggled innocently. It was a picture of you and Sans getting married. He was in a dress and you were in a tuxedo. Why they decided to make Sans where the dress you didn't  know, just their decision. Sans glanced at you and saw your reaction to it and he froze. You were laughing, like hard core laughing. He looked down angrily, grumbling something inaudible. "Frisk come on, could ya' please draw somethin' else?" You asked them gently. They sighed, but agreed. They got on the floor and layed down, beggining to draw again. Sans sat on the couch and looked away from you, his face still red, you smirked. He was flustered, and you have to admit it is kind of funny. Sans grumbled something, and all you could pick out of it was 'something something asshole.' That all in its self was funny to you. He glared at you, his one red pupil glowing a brighter red.