Bromance Romance ~ sansby fanfiction.

5. Where everyone is getting used to some new things on the surface.

A/N: The entire title should have been "where everyone is getting used to some new things on the surface (like somebody's abs mmm)" but wattpad didn't let me make it that long.
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Monsters lived on the surface for around 2 weeks, when Frisk knocked on the skelebros' new house door.

"Hello human, will you give me and Sans a hand with our new armchairs? We don't know where to put them."

Frisk was a little sad that Papyrus answered them instead of Sans, but they smiled at the skeleton anyway.

"...Sure."

They ended up helping with lots more around the house. It wasn't completely finnished yet. The only thing in Sans's room was a mattres, and they had no tv.

The lucky thing for monsters was that, once they got to the surface, they became unexpectedly rich. Turns out humans don't have that much gold at hand.

Frisk floped on the couch. They were so tired.
Sans floped next to them.

"didn't have time to talk to ya for the past couple weeks, sorry kid."

"You promised something." They said through gritted teeth.

"did i? you reseted before i could say i promise so..."

"You said you would do it!"

"and you trusted me? we both know i'm a liar. besides,"
Sans sat a little closer to Frisk and tried to look Frisk in the eyes. "and i want you to be honest...", his eye flared blue. "do you really still want to do it? and leave toriel broken harted again? another kid she's lost... another SOUL asgore killed!"

What he did, was, in fact, black mailing. Amd usually Sans hated it. But he really didn't want the kid to die. Not now, when the whole world was at their feet.

"i know you have nothing and noone to go back to on the surface, but at least try and live with us? tibia homest frisk, you've got quite a family of monsters."

They sighed. "Find me a therapist then!" Frisk snapped.

"that's not even a proper challenge."

Sans needed just 3 minutes of looking through his phone. "how 'bout i take you here tomorrow?"

He asked, showing Frisk the screen. It was a google search for what looked like a therapy center in their town.

"Fine. I'll give you this one."

"give me half a year of going to this lady, ok?"

"And then if it doesn't work..."

"i'll do whatever the fuck you wanted me to. deal?"

"Deal!"

They shook hands and Sans smiled to himself. This was a bet he couldn't loose.

~ another big big time skip brought to you by the author that doesn't know how to write. we are 6 months into the future.~

Sans was a little upset. Now that they were on the surface, he had to travel more to go to Grillby's. The town they were in was bigger than all of Snowdin, probably bigger than the whole underground. And Grillby's diner was on the otherside of town.

He had to take the bus to get there, wich he mostly disliked. People would always give him funny looks and he was pick pocketed once.

But this time, he quite liked the bus ride. Because two stops after he got in, Frisk came along.

"sup, kiddo."

"Oh, hi, Sans. Didn't think I'll meet you here."

"me neither."
Well he would expect to run into Frisk if he had remembered this was their last therapy session. Six months finnished, and hopefully he didn't have to kill anybody.

"so how you feelin' kiddo?"
"Eh, Jennifer gave me a hard time today when I told her I made you rpomise to kill me."

"so you still wanna put the plan into action?"

"Heck no! She said that if I kill myself... Or you kill me... She'll come after you personally and kill you too."

Frisk laughed and assured Sans that they were fine. And that everything will turn out fine in the end.

"Ok but real talk, tho, she wants to call you and make sure I'm ok or something? I gave her your number."

Sans 0ut his hands in his pockets.
"ok. where you headin kid?"
"The park. I'll meet some friends."
"cool."

The bus stoped and Sans knew he had to get of. "see ya."

•••••••••••

He sighed looking at the new Grillby's restaurant. It looked almost the same to the underground one, but in Sans' mind, it could never be the same.

He wanted to open the door when it flung open by itself. Two teenage boys scrambled out of the place, running as fast as they could.
Grillby leaned against the door, looking after them. He looked tired. His shirt had three out of six buttons unbuttoned. Not that Sans would count them. He had rolled up his sleeves and was now looking at the skeleton, arms crossed.

"have you lost your cool there, grillbz?"

His face lit up a little at the joke and let Sans in. The place was a little empty for his liking, but it was fine. Two new employees, a boy and a girl, both human, were walking around, cleaning and taking orders.

"Does two boys cane here looking for trouble."

"they should have known better than to play with fire. what were they doing anyway?"

"Hitting on some girls in the booth over there. And then wanted to fight me for telling them to stop. They also..."

Sans forgot to listen at some point. Grillby took his place behind the bar as he spoke. Sans sat on one of the stools. Getting more involved in his story, the bartender leaned over and sat with his elbows on the bar, looking directly at Sans.
The skeleton however, forgot everything he ever knew about eye contact. The lights of his eyes remained fixated on the unbuttoned shirt, and down Grillby's flaming hot body. Pun intended.

"And then you came and saw them run." He finished.

"right." Sans said, pretending he heard everything about the boys. "you should button that shirt up."

Grillby gave a shit eating grinn. He wasn't in the mood for anything that day. "Why? Does it distract you?"

"n-no", Sans shifted in his seat. "i heard everything about... the boys and the..."

"You didn't listen!" Grillby pouted jokingly.

"i did! it's just that... i... i..." Sans'cheek bones became more and more blue. He looked around like the other customers would give him a reason for why he wasn't paying attention.

Grillby laughed and patted his shoulder. "I was messing with you., it's fine if you zoned out."

"oh... c-could you say all that again, then?"

Grillby smiled again, and restarted the story.

And Sans did listen. Even though it was hard for his eyes not to slip to Grillby's exposed chest. Watching his white SOUL beat through the flames was relaxing in a way Sans didn't experience before. And maybe he liked looking at the abs that he could kind of see down the bartender's shirt.

A/N: btw, this chapter has like 1100 words, my god.