Hiding (Undertale frans story)

Still Tired

I think I added the tired part at the end because I am extremely tired XD. I hope all of you get plenty of rest, and stay healthy.  God bless!

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Frisk POV:

                 I opened my eyes slowly. At first I was hesitant at getting up, but then i remembered- I had no nightmares! I shot up and laughed happily. "That was the best night of my life! Oh, I got so much sleep!" I said that a bit too loud then quickly covered my mouth, the big stupid grin still stuck to my face. I got up and stretched. Wait..... am I in...... Sans' room? My grin disappeared. When did I get here? I looked around then shrugged. "Who cares." I skipped out to the hallway, still delighted that I had gotten a full night of sleep. I looked down on the living room. "Sans?" He was asleep on the couch, his sweater spread around him. Guilt washed over me. I remember now. I probably walked into the the wrong room, being his room. Then he had to sleep on the couch. I walked down the stairs, slowly. I walked up the Sans. Still sleeping, huh? "I'm so sorry. You had to sleep on the couch. I didn't mean to. I swear." I whispered, careful not to wake him. I stared at him for a moment before turning to the kitchen. "It's not your fault, kiddo." I jumped and turned around, and there was Sans. "Hey..... sorry for taking over your bed." Sans chuckled lightly and stretched out his arms. "It's fine. It was kinds cute anyway to see you just layin' there." I blushed. Cute? I laughed and laughed. "Oh, you're funny! I don't think I've ever heard anybody call me that." Sans looked extremely confused. "Well that's surprising. You're one of the cutest humans I've ever met." Why was he calling me that? I hated my body. So much. Hearing somebody say that was so surprising. I shrugged and walked to the kitchen. It doesn't matter. I'll just..... figure this out later. I reached up to one of the cabinets, only to find out that I'm too short to reach. "Goddamn this morning" I mumbled as I walked back up the stairs. Sans had turned on the T.V to the news. I opened Sans door and saw Flowey, sleeping soundly. I looked at the clock on the nightstand. It's only 8. Why is everybody asleep? I walked over to Flowey and grabbed him from the pot I had forced him into. I walked back to the living room and back into the kitchen. I placed Flowey on the table and climbed onto the kitchen counter. I stood and carefully opened one of the cabinets. A variety of cereals was just at my finger tips, but just as I was about to grab one of the boxes, I found myself falling back. I could see my life flash before my eyes, until a warm blue light covered me like a blanket. "What the hell you doin' kid?" I looked over to see Sans, his right eye illuminating softly. He placed me on the ground carefully. I sat up and pointed to the shelf with the cereal like a small child. "Help?" He rolled his eyes and grabbed the cereal for me. I stood up and smiled brightly at him. "Thanks!" He smiled and returned back to his place on the couch. I poured my cereal and milk, then took a seat at the table. As I ate my cereal, I thought over what Sans had said. Cute, huh? Interesting. I wonder what made him say that. Is he just saying that because he feels bad for me? Well, that would be a disappointment. I looked up and saw Flowey yawning. He made eye contact with me and looked around. "Oh yeah. We're still in this trash hole." I laughed. "Cheer up, Azzy." He glared at me. "I told you to stop calling me that. That's not who I am anymore. In case you hadn't noticed." I shook my head from side to side. "I believe that's who you are deep inside." Flowey scoffed. I finished my cereal then washed my plate. I picked up Flowey from where he was and walked to the living room once again. I plopped onto the couch news next to Sans, and closed my eyes. Why am I still tired?