Hiding (Undertale frans story)

Peaceful

I'm getting more used to povs y'all! I was just wondering if I should make the Frans happen soon, or if I should wait. What do you think? Comment and tell me because I am completely lost!

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Frisk POV:

        Honestly, I was a bit surprised. Surprised that Sans had actually said yes. Mostly because only a moment ago Flowey was punching Sans and cursing at him. I just shook off my surprise and smiled. "Well what are we waiting for then?" Sans' smiled seemed to grow bigger as he held out my his hand to me. I willingly grabbed Flowey and his hand and we teleported to my room.

          I went over to my closet and picked out my usual clothing. I grabbed a small bag and stuffed all of my necessities in there. "Let me go tell mom." Sans shook his head and sat down on Frisk's bed with a plop, Flowey right beside him. I walked off to find mom, hoping she would say yes.

Time Skip~

        Right now, I'm sitting on the couch watching T.V with Mettaton, Papyrus, Flowey, and Sans. A horror movie, of course. I yawn, and stretch out my arms. Of course, Sans is asleep. I stand up and take a good look at my surroundings. Wow, that was fast. Papyrus is asleep. So is Flowey. Mettaton was still awake though. He stood up next to Frisk and said, "Why, darling, you seem to have a thing for Sans."

        I looked at him with a confused expression, blushing only slightly. "Where did you get that from?" Mettaton laughed loudly, but still quiet enough not to wake up the bone brothers. "Well, this is a frans book." I was left with more questions then answers. "What the hell is that?" Mettaton rolled his eyes. "You'll find out." I sighed and bid my goodbyes to the robot. I grabbed Flowey carefully and walked upstairs to the guest bedroom. Where's Mettaton gonna stay? Oh well, it doesn't matter. It was so dark in the hallway, I wasn't even sure I was in the right room. But I was so tired I didn't even care. Do I like Sans? No, that's impossible. Isn't it? I placed Flowey on the bedside, lied down, and closed my eyelids, and tried to get some sleep.

Sans POV:

             "Sorry kid-  30 is the limit on head dogs." Frisk frowned. I winked at her, and she started to walk away, careful to not drop all the hotdogs that were on her head. But, they all came tumbling down. As soon as the first hotdog dropped to the floor, I-

         "WAKE UP BROTHER!"  I opened my eyes slowly. I groaned and flopped back down onto the couch. "IT APPEARS WE HAVE FALLEN ASLEEP ON THE COUCH. GO BACK TO YOUR ROOM! AND PICK UP THAT SOCK ON YOUR WAY!" As soon as Papyrus left to go to his room, I got up and walked up the stairs sluggishly, not bothering to pick up the sock. Once I got back to my room, I turned on the light in my room, planning to change into my pajamas. But when I turned on the light, there was Frisk, lying in my bed.

         I quickly turned off my light, scared that I would wake her up. What the hell is she doing in my room? And that stupid flower? I  didn't want to accidentally wake her up when moving her, or the flower, so I decided to sleep on the couch. But just when I was about to leave I noticed that the blanket was on the ground and she was shivering. I sighed and covered her up. She looks so..... peaceful. I stared at her longer then I would like to admit, but I eventually trudged down the stairs and to the couch. Welp, this is uncomfortable.