When Lightning Strikes

Chapter Two

 Sans curled into your side.

The winter chill seeped in through the walls, chilling your bedroom, and no doubt the boys rooms as well, considering yours had the heater and it was definitely warmer than the living room. A bony arm curled around you, pulling you closer to the body attached to it and away from Papyrus, not that it mattered as Papyrus only shifted closer to you in response. You haven't felt this warm since summer ended and fall hit your city hard. You felt awful for the boys, since they couldn't hold body heat in as well as you could, and you couldn't even hold yours in that well compared to other humans.

You sighed, and enjoyed the moment. There wasn't anything you could really do about it anyways. You yourself had a hard enough time staying warm.

You glanced at Sans as best you could. Your chest swelled with the love you had for the skeleton, and you couldn't help but grin at how peaceful he looked right now. Sans didn't get nearly enough sleep, with how much he works, and his nightmares certainly weren't doing him any favors.

But, right now, it seemed as if his nightmares where leaving him alone, something you were incredibly thankful for.

His face pinched up as the alarm went off. The shrill, auto-tuned voice of Mettaton filled the room, and like every other day that this happened, Sans woke up looking pissed off. Papyrus curled in further into your back, trying to hide from the noise. Your face dropped into a pout as the boys woke up.

"If you hate Mettaton so much, then why did you set him as your alarm?" you sleepily asked Sans.

"Motivation to get up." he said with a yawn.

"i'll get started on breakfast." came from behind you, muffled as Papyrus buried his face into your back.