I Am Myself (Frans)

Chapter Nineteen

(The second part of the chapter is kinda scary and uncomfortable and suggests violence. Please read with caution)

*bzzzz bzzzz... bzzzz bzzzz...*
I shot up from the bed as MTT Show theme started playing from my phone. Struggling to sleepily find my phone I noticed the mess of clothes around the room.
Memories of the night flooded my head, my face turned bright red and I had to fight a giggle.

I finally grabbed the buzzing phone.

"Metta...?"

"Hi there, darling, did I interrupt anything?"

"Yeah, my sleeping."

I noticed Sans was still asleep through all the noise. Lazybones. I kinda envy him his sleeping abilities.

"Sorry, little star, but I really need my studio equipment for a show in an hour."

"Oh! Yeah, it's still all here! Come pick it up whenever you need."

"I'll be there in a minute."

"See ya then!"

Metta giggled robotically before hanging up. I wont ever hear the end of catching Sans' way of speaking from him.

I reached out for something to cover myself with. Again, being naked reminded me of the night, making me blush again.

What I grabbed was Sans' oversized shirt. Perfect. I quickly put it on and slided some undies on my legs. Finger brushing my hair so it didn't look like a nest I ran downstairs.

While unplugging Metta's stuff and packing it up, I felt my cheeks become more and more red from all the memories of last night. Just as I reached the color of a tomato, Mettaton rushed in.

"Well, good morning there gorgeous, you look refreshed! How did it go?" he was obviously mocking my messy appearance.

I didn't know what to say, really, so I just stood there until I was able to get a "Good." out of me.

The robot was mad at the complete lack of details that one word described, but couldn't pry more out of me, because he was in a hurry.

After he left the house with a sing-songy "We'll talk about it later, darling!", I went back upstairs to Sans.

He was still sleeping, so I cuddled up to him for warmth.

"is the lump of metal gone already?" I almost jumped when I heard him speak.

"Sans! You weren't asleep?!"

"nah, i was just snoozin'" he yawned. Aperently he is not that good at sleeping, but very good at pretending to sleep.

"And don't call Metta a lump of metal!"

"why not, he made me mad."

"How?"

"he ruined my perfect morning with ya." Sans turned to me and put his forhead against mine.

"And how did he manage that?" I smiled and kissed his cheek.

"i was gonna cuddle you too sleep again and we'd spend the whole day in bed." He cuddled even close and hid his face in my neck, where he started planting little kisses.

"We can still do that, you know? And I thought nothing gets under your skin, hm?" I tried to cheer him up with a pun. That seemed to work.

"welp, you're the only one here who has the guts to joke like this. especially since you're the one who gets under my nonexistent skin the most." Now he was kissing my neck almost passionetly. It looked like he was talking about something specific.