wrong number | sans .

act iii | dating handbook pt.i

Chapter Summary| 1-10 steps on how to 'woo' the one you like!

Step 1: Try to gain his or her's attention.

Perched on a branch, Papyrus lowered the binoculars to his chest. A deeply concentrated look in his sockets as he rubbed his chin. "SHE APPEARS TO BE FREE-" he said, letting the binoculars fall to his chest and took out the dating handbook.

Sans nervously sat besides him, his hands tightly holding the tree branch in front of him, sweat littering his skull. Trying not to wobble too much in fear of falling over. "pap-"

a loud 'crack!' sounded behind him, Sans nervously glanced behind and turned tightly to Papyrus - who remained oblivious to the dangerous sound. "papyrus-" he said, more tightly.

"SH! IT SAYS HERE YOU HAVE TO-" Before Papyrus could finish, the branch gave out underneath them. A loud swear came from Sans closely followed by a startled 'nyeh!'

Besides Toriel and Asgore, you turned around at the shouts. Your eyebrows shot up in alarm at the two skeletons on the ground - a thick branch laying over them. Quickly turning to the king and queen, "Excuse me." You say, Bowing your head and quickly jogging towards the two groaning skeletons. Your lips pulled downwards into a small worried frown.

"are you okay? What were you doing up on the tree?" You ask, reaching over to help up Papyrus - but he quickly got up on his own, his sockets wide in shock.

"GASP! WE'VE BEEN SPOTTED!" He shouted, grabbing Sans' arm and flinging him over his shoulder like a potato sack. "RETREAT!" He shouted before sprinting away.

With your hand over your beating chest, you watched with eyes wide as the two retreated. Sans nervously gives you two thumbs up before disappearing into their tent.

"U-uhm...?" You glance around, scratching your cheek before meekly turning around and walking back to an worried Toriel and an amused Asgore. "So, Anyways, as I was saying......"

Step 2: be Charismatic!

"OKAY! SHE IS ALONE, GO OVER THERE AND BE CHARISMATIC!" Papyrus said, pushing sans to your direction.

"charismatic isn't-" Sans tried, resisting against Papyrus's shoves. He cringed lightly when Papyrus picked him up - he instantly slumped like a toddler not wanting to be picked up.

"YOUR HEAVY!" Papyrus wailed, his knees bending in protest at Sans' weight.

"nah, it's gravity." He chuckled.

"WE'RE SKELETONS!" Papyrus protested, heaving lightly.

"duh, this happened last week, remember?" sans spoke, a grin obviously in his tone despite papyrus not being able to see him with the way his back arched.

"SANS, YOU ARE IMPOSSIBLE!" Papyrus shouted, dropping sans onto the ground. The eldest of the two laughed, looking up at Papyrus with a wide grin - a light blue dusting his cheekbones.

"SHE'S COMING!" Papyrus gasped - Sans' sockets widened as Papyrus turned his heel and ran off, giggling to himself.

Instantly twisting his body so he was laying on the ground, he smiled albeit forcefully at you.

Your brows furrowed lightly, glancing at Sans before looking up where Papyrus ran off. Raising your left brow in question, you looked back as Sans, giggling softly. "Are you okay?"

"yep. laying on the ground like garbage is... a family tradition?" Sans tried, cringing lightly at his tone.

You laughed, lowering the phone from your ear - a male's voice spoke through the soft wind as you slowly laid on the ground with him. Your head barely touches the crown of his skull.