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And so, after I spend a small fortune at the concession stand, Alphys, Undyne, myself, and Sans all find four seats in the back row of the theatre, in that order.
“Hehehe, I’m s-s-so excited to finally s-s-see this!” Undyne exclaims to no one in particular as she grabs a handful of popcorn from Alphys’s lap. “I r-remember when they first released the trailer l-l-last year— I was fangirling so hard!”
I look over at Sans for his reaction, expecting the same kind of enthusiasm, but he’s quietly seething into the popcorn I had bought for him.
He obviously wasn’t very pleased. Was it because they knew? I nudge his shoulder with my elbow, causing him to cough and clear his throat.
“Oh, yeah, sure. It’ll be nice to see Nice Cream Guy’s big debut on the silver screen, I guess.”
His response was less than whole-hearted, his attention not even diverting from his popcorn. What’s up with him?
“Hah!” came Alphys’s skeptical snort. “’Big debut.’ Puh-lease! He appears on screen for all of twenty seconds!”
“Alphy,” Undyne lightly smacks her girlfriend’s shoulder, “rude.”
“Yeah,” I chime in, “it took a lot of work just to… Whoa.”
I trail off suddenly because…
Uh, well…
Why do I feel like I’ve had this conversation before?
Sans looks over at me with a concerned expression, cocking his head slightly as he asks me, “What is it?”
“I… You ever get one of those massive waves of déja vu?”
Sans clenches his jaw before looking off at nothing in particular. “Sometimes.”
I opened my mouth to reply, but was promptly cut off by Undyne flapping her hand at me.
“Shhh! It’s starting!”
The lights are dimming and the hushed murmurs of the people around us quiet as the first previews start to roll on-screen. Undyne sinks into the brawny embrace of her girlfriend, who then settles her muscular arm over her scrawny shoulders.
They really are a cute couple.
I bite my lip as a terrifying thought crosses my mind.
Are Sans and I a cute couple, too?
The back of my head is pressed into the seat as I watch the flashing images on the silver screen, and out of the corner of my eye I can see Sans’s fist clenching and unclenching as it rests on his thigh.
He only does that when he’s stressed or anxious.
He’s placed his mostly-empty popcorn bucket on the floor— isn’t he a nervous eater, too?
Something isn’t right.
Never looking away from the screen, my hand slowly slides away from its place on my own lap, making its way over to his fist in the darkness of the theatre to envelop my warm palm over his clenched fingers, giving it a gentle squeeze.
I feel him relax his tensed body as my fingers work their way between his cold boney phalanges.
Sans takes a slow, steadying breath beside me before he turns his hand over, his metacarpals pressing into my palm as his fingers intertwine between my own, giving me his own firm squeeze as if to tell me that he appreciates the gesture.
I can’t hide the smile forming on my lips as his thumb strokes the back of my hand, and I allow myself to rest my head on his shoulder, cozying up to my boyfriend in plain view of friends, of strangers…
And I can’t help but think how right this feels.
Sans’s skull tilts over to lie on my head, slightly nuzzling his face into my hair and he clenches my little fingers tighter into his hand.
“I love you,” he whispers against my ear, his voice muffled by the base tones of the dramatic music on the surrounding speakers.
“I love you, too.”
I’ve never meant those words more than I have in my entire life.
Being so close to him, so open with our words, our actions— letting my fucking guard down for once in this stupid whirlwind relationship.
Even if it is just in a darkened movie theatre, my relationship with Sans has never felt as damned right as it does now.
Sans seems to feel the same way. I feel as his knuckle gently lifts my chin up, his head tilting slightly as he leans in to press my lips against his teeth in a tender kiss, my small hum of pleasure muted by the blaring surround sound. We’re slow to pull away from each other, not really wanting the moment to end, our foreheads pressed together and eyes lowered as we flush our respective colors.
I guess neither of us is really used to showing affection in public.
Popcorn is thrown at us, bouncing off my back and Sans’s cheekbone.
“Get a room, you two,” Alphys hisses at us through a conceited grin, her slit reptilian eye gleaming with mischief. Undyne stifles her own chortles through her hands.
Moment: ruined.
Sans exhales abruptly through his nasal cavity, trying to keep his cool as he slams back into his seat and whips his hand away from mine.
I guess it’s time to focus on the movie.
The title sequence has just started, and the main characters are being introduced through a quirky instrumental sequence. I’m glad Nice Cream Guy got to be in a film, even if it is just a low-budget indie movie. At least it hit actual theatres!
I wonder when he’s going to come in? I remember Undyne telling me, but I must not have been paying attention. She tends to ramble, so I tune her out after she gets going. I love her, but man… She just talks so much when she gets excited about things.
It’s been ten minutes into the movie, and I have to admit that it seems a lot better than I expected. The main actors are humans, but there are plenty of Monsters as background characters. I’m pleasantly surprised to see them so well-represented.
I find myself giggling with the audience when the eccentric main character spills his coffee on his love interest. That’s not going to help his case!
Oh? She’s his boss! Ahhh, that certainly complicates things.
A skeletal hand softly brushes across my wrist, and my hand automatically twists into it to reciprocate, folding my fingers through Sans’s. I don’t even have to look over at him to see the contented smile on his face.
But a hard lump forms in my throat when I feel his fingers pull away— just to land on my thigh.
And they’re very close to where they shouldn’t be.
His fingers gently squeeze the meaty flesh of my thigh through my leggings, and I’m starting to regret wearing such a thin fabric tonight.
I should have known this would happen! I know for a fact that he’s not above touching me when people are nearby, and it comes as no surprise that he’s doing it after our little romp got cut short last night. He’s always had such a high sex drive, I should have known better, I should have known…!
Is that why he’s been so cranky lately?— because he got blue-balled?
Before I can even answer that question, he does it for me. His hard porcelain fingers slip between my thighs and tease at my slit, rubbing up and down in subtle, slow motions.
I squirm uncomfortably in my seat, slouching down a bit to spread my legs a little more to give him a better angle. He takes the action in stride, pressing against my slit harder and stuffing the fabric of my thong between my folds.
I purse my lips to stifle the moan bubbling at the back of my throat, and my hand instinctively reaches over to his own lap to give him a taste of his own medicine.
His dick is already as hard as a damned rock through his jeans, and I find myself feeling around the bulge out of sheer awe of his girth. I still can’t believe how well-endowed he is…
And that cock is all mine.
I give it a firm squeeze through the rigid cotton fabric, and the quiet choked gasp that comes from his mouth is like music to my ears. I smile wickedly as I ease up on the pressure, but continue running my palm along his length and making him squirm in his own seat.
We’re only pretending to watch the movie now, too focused on pleasing each other as we’re growing more and more aroused with each passing scene. I don’t even realize that my breathing is coming in short, quick rasps and I’m slowly grinding my hips into Sans’s hand, and Sans is pushing his pelvis into my palm as I continue to stroke his cock through his jeans.
Undyne sneezes abruptly, and we both jerk our hands away from each other in panicked embarrassment, placing them primly in our laps as we straighten our spines in our seats.
We glance over at her out of the corners of our eyes, watching as she sniffles and rubs her finger under her nose to get rid of the next sneeze. Eventually she snuggles back into Alphys, her eyes glued back to the screen, leaving Sans and I exchanging nervous glances.
We end up having an entire conversation with our expressions alone.
‘What are we doing? We shouldn’t be doing this.’
Sans clenches his jaw again, furrowing his brow and looking quite frustrated. ‘Don’t you want to?’
‘Yes, but we’re in public!’ My head nudges over into the direction of the lesbian Monsters with which we came here.
Sans grimaces as he sits back in his chair, awkwardly adjusting his erection within his jeans. I go back to watching the movie, but I think I’ve missed too much plot to even follow along anymore.
…Whose bat mitzvah is this?!
A tap on my shoulder a few minutes later brings my attention back to Sans clutching his empty popcorn bucket.
“I’m gonna go get some more popcorn, do you want anything?” I shake my head no, but Sans leans in close to whisper softly in that smooth, deep voice of his that he only uses in the bedroom, “There’s a supply closet at the end of the hallway outside, on the left. Meet me there in five minutes.”
I feel a pit in my stomach form as he gets up from his seat and makes his way down the stairs of the theatre.
He wants to do it? In public?!
I’ve never felt five minutes crawl by so slowly in my entire life. My fingers are drumming on my thighs repeatedly, and I’m trying to focus on the movie to no avail.
…He wants to fuck me in a supply closet?!
I don’t know how to feel about it. Should I go? Should I stay?
Fuck!
What do I tell Alphys and Undyne?
I should stay. I don’t know what to tell them.
Ahhh, no! Sans has made me so horny, and I don’t want to wait until I get home!
“I have to go to the bathroom,” I mumble in the general direction of Undyne, but I’m out of my seat and making my way down the shallow steps of the theatre before she can reply.
I hope that wasn’t too weird.
I crash into the door leading to the outside lobby, and I look down the hallway to the left to spot the closet door Sans was talking about. I glance around me to see if anyone is watching, but luckily there doesn’t seem to be too many people at the theatre on a Tuesday night.
Butterflies are swarming in my belly as I anxiously walk to the end of the hallway, finally reaching the door and my hand is trembling as I reach for the handle. I swallow thickly as my sweaty fingers grip the handle, and through sheer force of will, I turn it.
Sans is quick to grab my wrist and yank me inside the darkened closet right after I swing the door open, kicking it closed with his boot as he pushes me up against a bare wall.
It smells like lemon-scented cleaner and mildew in here, and it’s dark as hell save for the dim blue glow of Sans’s magic blush peppered on his cheekbones.
His mouth is all over my neck and shoulder, biting and sucking and his breathing is labored and husky as he thrusts his clothed erection against my crotch.
“S-Sans!” I gasp in surprise, but I’m pushing my hips back into him.
“I want you so bad,” he groans in a dark, silky voice, clutching my wrist again and bringing my hand down to rest between us, my palm flat against his hard cock. “Do you see what you do to me?”
I squeeze his fabric-covered cock in my hand, forcing him to groan and bury his forehead into my shoulder.
“Ohhh, stars, yesss,” he hisses through his teeth.
“Shhh,” I coo at him as I gently suckle on his cerebral vertebrae. “Someone will hear us.”
My body is slammed back into the wall and I’m left staring at the blazing blue eye of my skeleton lover, illuminating his face and the shelving around us in a wicked cobalt glow.
“I. Don’t. Care.”
I can feel the blush rising to my cheeks as Sans glowers at me with determination.
“I’ve had enough of this nonsense,” he reprises before crushing his teeth against my lips and snaking his tongue into my mouth.
“We’re hiding.”
Kiss. Kiss.
“Like this is.”
He digs his tongue into the roof of my mouth.
“Some sort of.”
He nibbles my lower lip before slipping his tongue back between my teeth to tangle with my own wet muscle.
“Forbidden affair!”
He punctuates his harsh whisper with a hard grope to my tit, squeezing it roughly.
“But it is!” I gasp breathlessly.
Sans grips the bottom hem of my shirt and clumsily lifts it up to my chest, quickly pulling my bra down by the cup to suckle at my nipple. I keen softly and caress the back of his skull with my palm as he suckles and nips at the erect flesh, flicking it up and down and in little circles with his hot ectoplasmic tongue.
“I don’t care,” he mumbles against my skin, my nipple leaving his mouth with a wet pop. “I love you. I don’t care who knows—no! I want everyone to know!” He goes back to abusing my poor little nipple with his teeth and tongue, leaving me reeling from his outburst.
What did he just say? He wants… He wants to…
My hands clutch at my skeleton lover’s skull, bringing him back up from my chest just to crush my lips firmly to his teeth as I hold him in place, my leg curling around the back of his femur as he returns the kiss in earnest. His strong, solid hands are roaming all over my back, trailing under my top just to feel my hot skin under his touch, and he’s groping the fleshy cheeks of my ass before tugging the elastic band of my leggings down and over my butt.
“Yes, yes!” I huff, barely pulling my lips away from his mouth as I hurriedly yank my leggings down around my ankles. “Make love to me, Sans!” My hushed voice is husky and it’s more of a moan than anything. “Make love to me, show me that you want me.”
I’m struggling to tug my leggings off over my stupid fucking shoes and I’m gripping onto his broad, sexy shoulder to steady myself, but he’s making it hard with the way he’s crushing his body against me, our tongues sloppily dancing and intertwining together. He’s fumbling with his jeans, fighting to unbutton them with how he’s trembling with excitement, but eventually releases his throbbing cock into the darkness, the cool ectoplasmic glow illuminating our needy expressions for each other.
“Yes, yes, yes,” I whine, stringing the words together through a heady moan as I glance down at his length.
“You’re all mine, human,” he grunts through toothy love bites up and down my neck and shoulders, his metacarpals stroking his cock up and down to ready himself. “No one can take you away from me, or stop me from loving you! Especially not my brother!”
“Yes, Sans, yes!” I keen as he smears the precum clinging to his tip along my thigh, and I pull him into another sloppy, hungry kiss. “I’m your little human, your lover— I’ll be whatever you want me to be, as long as you’ll be mine, too,” I whisper between fervent kisses, never getting enough of his taste. He’s always so warm and slightly musky-tasting, and then there’s the gentle fizzy pops of magic that tickle when his tongue touches my body, and oh, God, I just need him right now!
My hands have drifted down under the hem of his own shirt, my fingers pumping his spine loosely, feeling the slightly pliable bones shudder under my touch. A broken, deep moan escapes from his mouth, and I swallow it hungrily down my throat.
“Th-That’s… All I’ve ever… haaah… Wanted f-from you… Was… For you… To love me…!” Sans groans against my lips, his body trembling from his own ministrations combined with the soft, fleshy touches of my palms against his heated bones. He struggles to return the kiss, his tongue stuttering as he continues to work his throbbing cock in his hand, rubbing the tip against my inner thigh.
Fuck, I can’t take it anymore!
“Sans, Sans, please, put it inside, please please please, I need it, I need you,” I beg him weakly, covering his skull in quick, fevered kisses. “Make love to me.”
Sans cups my face in his warm hand as he steadies me long enough to pull me into a passionate kiss, his tongue soft and dripping with his magic as he laves it along my tongue. He reluctantly pulls his hand from his cock to yank my thong to the side, a probing finger dipping between my pink folds to gauge how ready I am for him.
The soft moan that we breathe into each other’s mouths reveals that I’m more than ready— his finger slips between my folds easily and rubs soft circles around my clit, sending warm, balmy waves of bliss down my body. After a few moments, that finger slides down and into my entrance with hardly any effort, my inner walls sucking him in eagerly as I clamp down on the thin bone.
Sans languidly pumps his finger inside me for another brief moment, and it truly is much too brief for my desperate state. As he pulls his digit away, he nips my bottom lip between his teeth when I whimper with unparalleled need, but quickly places his hands behind my bottom to lift me up against the wall, pressing my weight into the painted cinderblock.
He covers my neck in wet kisses and licks, ignoring the bitter remnants of my sweet perfume on my collarbone as my legs wrap around his lower torso, crossing at my ankles. He yanks aside the thin fabric of my thong in the darkness just to press his dribbling tip between my swollen labia, sliding it along my slit to coat his cock in my running juices.
He hoods his eyes sockets as he crushes his body against mine, keeping me propped up against the wall as he stares deeply into my eyes. His pupils have turned to glowing blue hearts, something that only happens when he feels true desire or passion.
“I love you,” he whispers to me before guiding his cock past my folds and slowly sinking his entire girth into my waiting cunt. I gasp and clutch my arms around his shoulders, holding him close to my exposed bosom as my inner walls swallow him up.
“I— I love you, t-too,” I stutter through the pleasure of being penetrated by my lover. “I love you so, so much, Sans. You m-make me so happy.”
Sans peppers my chest in gentle kisses as he takes a moment to become accustomed to the tight heat of my pussy squeezing around him, adjusting his hands under my ass to get a better grip on me.
“Human,” he whispers against my breast, a slight shudder in his voice as his hot breath caresses my skin. “I won’t allow my brother stand in the way of our happiness any longer.”
He slowly gyrates his pelvis to add a bit of friction to our union, but stays motionless for the most part, worshiping my body with kisses and licks and gentle nips along my collarbone.
“You’re mine,” he reprises in a hoarse growl, “and I want him to know that!”
I feel his phalanges grip my thighs and ass harder right before Sans begins a steady, shallow pace of fucking me, little baritone grunts from exertion escaping from his throat.
I quickly fall into a fit of whines and a slew of yeses, bearing my muscles down on his thick cock as it pistons inside me. I’m struggling to remain quiet as he takes increasingly less and less mercy on me, each thrust seeming to be rougher than the last. His hard pelvis hurts as it slams into my body, but truth be told, I’m not really thinking about the pain— only the sheer ecstasy of being one with my soulmate.
Sans is grunting and panting as he watches his cock disappear between my legs, hilting himself on each stroke, and concentrating on making love to his soulmate.
“All he ever does,” Sans mumbles between his fervent thrusts, “is try— to protect me— from things— I can handle— by— myself!“
“Sans,” I breathe, mostly hoping to get him to quit talking about his obnoxious cock-blocking brother. I don’t want to let that prick know that he’s good at killing boners even when he’s not even directly involved.
“He’s overbearing! He smothers me!” Sans shouts, his fingers digging into the back of my thighs as he slams into my cunt forcefully, jarring me slightly from his strength.
“S-Sans?”
But he’s not listening to me.
“And he’s lazy! His jokes aren’t— even— funny! He smokes those— disgusting cigarettes! And—“
Oh. Oh, no. He’s getting loud. Each thrust is being punctuated with a new complaint about his brother, and they only seem to be getting stronger.
“He’s selfish!”
“Sans!” I whisper harshly.
“Arrogant!”
“Yes, but—“
“Ignorant!”
“Sans, shhh, we have to be—“
“And just— plain— mean!”
“Aaahn, fuck, Sans!” I wail, suddenly feeling his cock throb in my cunt as the tip presses against my cervix nearly painfully.
“Yes, say my name, human,” he hisses at me through gritted teeth. “My name, because you belong to me. Because Papyrus can never take you away from me!”
I’m fisting my hand in his scarf, trying to hold on for the ride as he basically fucks his frustrations out of himself. His roughness only makes our lovemaking more heated, more desperate and breathy— my head is getting fuzzy from the lack of oxygen getting to my brain, but I’m vaguely aware of my orgasm welling up inside my burning core.
“Sans,” I whimper again, not because he wants to hear it, but because he’s the only thing I can even comprehend at this moment. His hardened, boney hands gripping my thighs and ass, his hot ectoplasm pistoning inside me with wild abandon, the smell of his sweet breath as he mumbles my name, his sweaty forehead pressing against my bared shoulder— I can’t think about anything except how happy I feel being held in his passionate embrace.
“Sans, I’m— ’m gonna— c-cum—“ The words get caught in my throat, and my voice cracks as he just keeps pounding my pussy, straining to keep my body pressed against the cold cinderblock wall. I’m just focusing on the pleasure, how every time he thrusts up and into me his pelvis drags across my sensitive clit, working me up and up and oh, God, I’m so close!
“P-Please,” he begs me through bated breath, “cum… with me, human. I love you s-so, so much, p-please!”
I tip my head back and squeeze my eyes shut as my hand clamps over my mouth to stifle the high-pitched squeal coming from my dry throat as my orgasm winds up all the way in my body, finally snapping like a taut cord. My thighs squeeze around Sans as I try to ride my orgasm out on his fervent thrusts, the rest of my body stiffening from the steady wave of pleasure trickling over my body.
Sans isn’t far behind in his own orgasm, his thrusts coming in quick, erratic motions before finally bottoming out inside my battered cunt and groaning deeply as he empties his seed therein. He smooshes his face into my chest, smearing his sweat and some drool from the corner of his mouth onto my skin, but I don’t really mind. My muscles feel weak and exhausted, and I’m sure Sans feels the same way despite not having any.
With my eyes still closed and a loose smile on my lips, I pat the back of his head gently and sigh, “I love you so much.”
And when I open my eyes, I feel my stomach drop and my brain struggle to regain control of my rational senses.
Standing at the opened closet door is a short, stubby man with an angry scowl on his face, his arms crossed in disdain— obviously very disgruntled to have found some horny kids fucking in the supply closet. He’s wearing a red uniform with the theatre’s logo on his left breast, and on his right: “Gerard – Manager”.
But what’s even more concerning is the skeleton monster standing behind him.
And the bleak look of absolute betrayal on Papyrus’s face is heart-breaking.
I gasp when I see them both standing there, squirming in Sans’s grip as I scramble to release myself from him.
“S-Sans,” I whimper, lightly shoving against his shoulders.
“Mmm,” he groans, only burying his face into my skin even further. I don’t think he’s realized we’re being watched. “I love you so, so much,” he mumbles happily, still awash in his afterglow.
The short man, “Gerard”, clears his throat.
The sharp, garbled noise startles Sans to look up behind him, and he immediately drops me to my feet, scrambling to put away his softening cock and zip up his fly. I yank my shirt down over my exposed sex, squeezing my thighs to keep his magic from spilling down my legs for the moment. I don’t think my face has ever been hotter from shame and embarrassment.
“I…!” Sans stammers, but he chokes on the next word as he sees his brother looking back at him.
Sans and Papyrus lock eyes for what seems like an eternity, neither of them having the courage or the words to fill the silence. Sans looks like he’s been caught with his hand in the cookie jar, which isn’t really that far off from the truth.
Sans is the first to speak, no doubt trying to defend himself as he spits out, “Papyrus, I—“
“i…” Papyrus starts, putting his hand up to stop his brother from speaking. “…really didn’t need to see that.”
And he turns and walks away.
“Wha— Papyrus! C-Come back!”
Sans shoves his way past the manager, following suit.
Leaving me here.
Pantsless.
With the manager of the theatre.
“Gerard” narrows his eyes at me and I try to avert my gaze to something less intimidating.
“I’ll just, uh, just be going?”
“And don’t come back,” he growls back at me, slamming the door behind him.
After I shamefully run my hands around the dark walls to find the light to the closet and clean myself up with some paper towels on a shelf in the corner, I go back to tell Undyne and Alphys that Sans and I have to leave.
The movie is almost over, I think, but I peek my head past the dividing wall from the door to attempt to see them through the darkness.
Let’s see… I squint to see all the way to the back of the theatre and…
What the—
They’re sucking face!
Alphys has her muscular hands running up and down Undyne’s quivering thighs as they quietly kiss each other in the darkness, and they’re sitting right behind an elderly couple!
Have they no shame?
. . .
I decide to leave and maybe try to find Sans before I realize how hypocritical I am.
I try to keep my head down to avoid looking at the pimply teenage employees gawking at me like I’m some kind of circus freak as I check the lobby and concession stand. There’s no doubt in my mind that they’ve already heard what happened.
Sans is nowhere to be found.
Hm.
I walk out to the parking lot, thinking that maybe they’re duking it out outside, but it’s empty save for a few cars.
My drive home is riddled with anxiety and fear for my future with Sans.
Papyrus knows. How much did he see? He caught Sans telling me that he loved me, with his dick inside me.
Why was he even there?! And he was with the manager? What the hell? This shouldn’t have happened…
Maybe I could move away. Start a new life.
. . .
Would Sans come with me?
. . .
I keep my phone close to me once I’m in my bed, waiting for Sans to call or text— anything to update me on the Papyrus situation.
Should I have gone to their house? Would that have made things worse?
Just as I’m halfway drifted off to sleep, my phone chimes from a text message.
…But it’s from Undyne. She’s asking me where Sans and I ran off to.
I don’t respond.
Something jostles me awake.
I open my eyes in pitch darkness, reaching over to turn my lamp on to see what’s—
“Papyrus?!” I shriek, startled as all hell to see him sitting on the edge of my bed.
I’m about to start begging for my life when he calmly says to me, “heya, kiddo. how’s tricks?”
Like he’s just popped over for a friendly visit at— I glance over at my clock— 3:30 in the goddamn morning.
“What the fuck? How the hell did you even get in here?” I gasp, still settling down from my fright.
“shortcut.” He shrugs.
Ever heard of knocking? Jesus fucking Christ.
I sit up in my bed cautiously, keeping my eyes on him, watching for any sudden movements.
Treating him like a sleeping bear.
Is he going to kill me?
“relax, i’m not here to kill ya,” he mumbles, scratching at his cheekbone nonchalantly.
“Then why are you here?”
Papyrus places his hands in his lap, looking down at them pensively.
“tell me the truth, kid,” he starts after a beat. “do ya really love him?” He lifts his head back up to direct his judgmental gaze towards me.
Oh.
“…I do,” I reply quietly, looking off at nothing in particular, curling my knees up to my chest. “I love him more than anything.”
“and you’d do anything for him, right?”
“Of course.” I didn’t even need to think about it.
“and ‘he’s your entire world, you don’t know what you’d do without him’… all that sappy shit?” he continues, using some air quotes and rolling the lights in his sockets.
I nod in response.
“…that’s how i feel about him, too, kid,” he sighs in defeat. “he’s my big bro— the only family i have. he cares about me. he cares for me. i love him, too. it’s a different kind of love than what you feel for him, but it’s just as strong.”
He scrubs the heels of his palms against his eyes groggily. Even under the dim light of my lamp, he looks very obviously sleep-deprived.
“sans and i talked for a looong time, tonight,” he mumbles. “and to tell ya the truth, i’m pretty fuckin’ sick of talking.”
A tired smile forms along his jaw, and he lies back on my bed, next to my feet.
“but you need to hear this, directly from me. sans told me how he felt about you, and why you kept your relationship a secret from me. he said i wouldn’t approve because you’re a human, right?”
I nod.
“…well, he wasn’t wrong. i don’t like humans.”
Thank you, Captain Obvious.
“they’re manipulative, mean, vindictive— and he’s just so nice. sans wants to help the world. he’s so pure and sweet, and i just— i don’t want some human ruining that. he wears his heart on his sleeve, and i want to protect him… like he’s protected me all these years.”
Another deep sigh from Papyrus before he continues.
“but sans told me that you make him happy, happier than he’s ever been in his whole life. and so i asked myself— do i make sans happy, too?
“…i really didn’t like the answer i came up with.
“he felt the need to hide you from me. you’re very obviously important to him, and sans was afraid to share that with me— his own brother.
“so that got me to thinkin’… what kind of a brother would i be if i stood in the way of his happiness like that?
The long, drawn-out silence that follows is palpable, almost as if he’s waiting for me to say, ‘You’d be a shitty one.’ I shift uncomfortably in my bed.
Papyrus rubs his face some more before sitting back up and looking directly at me, his eye sockets soft with patience.
“it was hard for me to imagine sans loving someone else, even if it is a different kind of love. i guess i was afraid that someone else would take him away from me, and i’d be all alone.”
“Sans wouldn’t do that,” I mutter softly. “He loves you so much.”
Papyrus snickers loosely. “i know, right? nyeh heh… it sounds so stupid when i say it out loud, but… that’s how i felt. i didn’t wanna lose him. he’s my best friend, yanno?”
I nod again. Even if they didn’t share a fraternal bond, I think they’d still be the best of friends.
“so i guess what i’m tryin’ to say is,” Papyrus picks up again, somewhat louder than the rest of his conversation. “…i’m sorry. for scaring you, or whatever. you and sans should be together, as long as that’s what makes him happy.”
I... Wow.
“You… really mean that?”
Papyrus scratches his chin again, the unsettling sound of bone scraping against bone not really having an effect on me anymore.
“yeah. he’s the best bro ever. i should at least try to return the favor.”
I scramble from my spot on the bed to fling my arms around him in a desperate hug, so happy to finally have Papyrus’s blessing!
No more hiding! No more secrets! Just me and Sans!
We can finally do normal relationship things! We can go to the beach, or have date nights, or even—
“kid. just ‘cuz i tolerate ya doesn’t mean i like ya.”
“Oh,” I mumble, pulling away from him demurely. “Sorry.”
“’n’ one more thing?”
Papyrus catches my worn sleep tee at my neck and jerks me close to him, his burning orange eye aflame with conviction as he stares deep into my very soul.
“d o n o t h u r t h i m , h u m a n.”
I nod vigorously in frightful understanding.
He then pushes me away abruptly and resumes his normal nonchalant expression.
“cuz trust me— you don’t wanna know what comes next, kid.”
I can only imagine.
My hand clutches at the stretched-out collar of my shirt as a thought comes to me.
“So… Why were you even at the theatre tonight, anyways?”
“job interview.”
“So you go from IT to… popcorn slinger?”
Papyrus shrugs. “i don’t have to explain myself to you. also.”
Papyrus looks at me with stone-cold sincerity.
“never talk to me about last night again.”
Oh. Yeah. I guess you wouldn’t really want to be reminded of catching your brother in the middle of fucking your worst enemy.
I nod solemnly.
“good. glad we’re on the same page, kiddo. now, if you’ll excuse me,” he mumbles as he stands up from my bed, stretching his arms despite his lack of muscles. “i’m gonna go smoke some dog treats and try to forget about this whole thing. nighty night.”
“Night.”
I blink and he’s gone.
The fall eventually turned into spring, and then early summer, and Sans and I couldn’t have been happier.
We had our first date nights, which became weekly events: dinner and a movie, sometimes taking me to a musical, or even just inviting Alphys and Undyne over for a stay-at-home double date.
Sans and I are quite the tag team at charades, after all.
We even had our first real fight. It was over something stupid, too— I don’t even remember what it was. I yelled and cried and Sans huffed and shouted, but we worked things out.
We have one rule in our relationship— to tell the truth to each other, no matter how painful.
We learned the hard way that hiding things only leads to heartbreak and unnecessary stress.
Sans and I even talked over the possibility of him moving into my house, and after a convincing pitch to Papyrus, we had plans to move his stuff over next weekend.
Mhm. Life was pretty swell.
And then:
“surprise! happy birthday, bro!”
Sans has huge stars in his eyes as he clasps his hands together in elated disbelief.
Papyrus stands quite proudly with the pristine white tarp still gathered in his hands, motioning towards the brand new cerulean blue convertible he’s just unveiled next to the sidewalk.
“FOR ME???” Sans squeals with delight, rushing over to peer inside the sports car’s black and white leather interior. “PAPYRUS!!! THIS IS!!! SO!! COOL?!?!?!”
“nyeh heh. almost as cool as you, bro,” he finishes with a wink. “i know how much you’ve always wanted to feel the wind in your hair.”
I’m standing off to the side, silently pushing down the urge to vomit because apparently I forgot Sans’s fucking birthday.
“OH, MY GOD!!!” Sans swiftly jumps over the edge of the car, settling into the bucket seat on the driver’s side and gripping the steering wheel firmly, getting a feel for it in his hands.
“it’s got heated and cooled cup holders, too,” Papyrus grins smugly, pointing over Sans’s shoulder.
Sans’s gaze follows to where he’s pointing. “WOWIE!!! How did you even—”
“had to save up a bit,” Papyrus replies casually, “pulled some extra shifts at the electronic store, but it was worth it. anything for my best bro in the whole wide world.”
“I’m your only brother, Papyrus,” Sans smirks back at him.
“nyeh heh… so! go on and take ‘er for a spin,” his brother chuckles back, tossing him the keys. “make sure nothin’s broken.”
“Okay! But I doubt anything is— Was that a pun?!”
Papyrus snickers into his knuckle. “guilty. what’s my punishment?”
“AAAUUUUGHHH,” Sans groans theatrically, “ON MY BIRTHDAY?!” He looks over at me and waves his hand for me to come over.
“Come on, human! Let’s go for a drive!”
“Haha, okay,” I laugh nervously, making my way over to the car.
He turns the key in the ignition and the car roars into a deep, rumbling idle, startling me as I walk in front of the hood.
And Sans looks positively euphoric behind the wheel.
I hardly even have time to pull my seat belt over my chest before he shouts, “Hold on!” and shifts the car into drive, slamming his foot on the gas and fishtailing down the street.
The car is certainly zippy! My head jerks back into the headrest and I feel my stomach lurch as the force overtakes my body, and the low rumble from the engine vibrates through my body before turning into a dulled white noise.
I look into the rearview mirror to see Papyrus lighting a cigarette, waving at us as we leave him behind.
Sans’s scarf is fluttering violently behind him as he drives down the highway, his left arm resting over the door as we sway our heads from side to side, belting out classic pop songs from the eighties on the radio.
I can’t remember the last time I’ve seen him smile so wide and laugh so genuinely.
I really do love him.
I find my fingers clasping between his as he grips the gear shift between us when we come to a stoplight. Sans looks down at his hand somewhat surprised, then lifts his gaze up to me.
His expression changes to a determined smirk with those little blue stars in his eyes.
“Hold on. I’ve got an idea,” he tells me before jutting the car out from our lane and turning onto Beachview Drive.
“We’re going to the beach?”
“Mhm.”
“Wow.”
Sans and I have hopped onto the back of his car, our bare feet swinging over the backseat. My head is resting on his shoulder, his arm wrapped around my waist as we watch the sun set over the ocean together.
The warm summer air is filled with the saltwater brine from the ocean, and seagulls are calling their mates to their nests in order to snuggle down and roost for the evening. Dozens of small blue waves roll over each other only to crash onto the beach, over and over again, washing up little critters like crabs and maybe some stray seaweed here and there.
The sun is a bright golden-orange orb set across a pink and purple sky, disappearing from view over the horizon and basking sailboats and faraway ships in a dark silhouette.
“It’s so beautiful, isn’t it?” I mumble to Sans, just barely over a whisper.
“Mweh heh! While I know that I am very handsome, human, you really should be paying attention to the view rather than my perfect visage,” he smirks conceitedly.
I pull away and playfully shove him to the side, but I’m giggling with a huge smile on my face.
. . .
“…I have to tell you something,” I finally say, looking back over the ocean.
“Hm? What is it?”
“I… I didn’t get you anything for your birthday. I forgot it was today.” I look up to him with guilt-ridden eyes. “I’m sorry, Sans.”
Sans, like the perfect Monster he is, just beams at me in return, pulling me into another warm embrace, both of his hands intertwining against my waist.
“You didn’t have to get me anything, human,” he chuckles against my ear. “Just being here with you is the best gift I could have asked for!”
“I know, but… I just wish I had gotten you something,” I admit. “I mean, Paps got you a car. A car! And I got you nothing— not even a little card with ‘Happy Birthday’ on it.”
Sans stays silent for a long time, just embracing me with his arms and watching the sunset with me.
…Wait. Is he… trembling?
I pull away to look at him. “Sans?”
He looks very nervous about something.
“Sans, what is it?”
He grits his teeth and closes his eyes, taking a long, deep breath to steady himself.
“If you like… There may be something you can give me.”
Sans then stuffs his hand into his pocket, fumbling about as he tries to fetch the contents therein.
“Oh… Darn it, why can’t I…!”
He finally yanks what he was looking for out of his pocket with a triumphant, “Ha!”, but still keeps it from my line of sight behind his back.
He clears his throat to resume his collected demeanor, holding his knuckle to his teeth.
“So, um. I know that we’ve not really known each other for all that long in the grand scheme of things, but I really like you. I mean— I really really like you! Well not just ‘like’— I love you. B-But you know that! Um. Oh geez. This is a lot harder than it was in front of the mirror…”
He’s blushing that light blue color.
I find myself covering my mouth to stifle my giggles. “Sans, what are you trying to say?”
Sans takes another long, deep breath.
And holds out the hand from behind his back.
To reveal a little black velvet box.
… Oh, my God.
“So I guess what I want from you today is…”
“S-Sans…”
He opens the box to reveal a diamond ring, glistening with the sunset’s deep orange glow.
“…Your hand in marriage?”
When did I start crying?
“S-Sans…!”
I can’t stop looking at the box, and the ring that’s inside it.
He wants to marry me.
He just asked me to marry him!
I’d better stop gawking and fucking answer him!!!
“Yes!” I gasp, slinging my arms around him so hard that I nearly knock us both off the back of his car, “Yes yes yes yes! Yes, I’ll marry you, Sans! Yes, a thousand times— yes!”
He yelps in surprise, but quickly pushes back against me with his own body, pulling me into a tender kiss. I can feel him smiling as I’m giddy with chuckles and maybe some tears of joy, too, and oh, God, we’re going to get married?!
He pulls away from our embrace reluctantly to pluck the platinum ring from its holder and I give him my little hand and he so cordially slides the ring upon my finger and it fits so perfectly!
I fan my fingers to admire the token of his love, of our eternal commitment to each other, and I can’t help but keep fucking sobbing?!
Why am I crying?!
This isn’t sad!!!
I’m so happy!
“I love you, Sans,” I half sob from behind the hand clasped around my mouth, still watching the way the diamond catches the light of the setting sun.
“I love you, too, human. My human.”
And we kiss under the stars just as they begin to flicker into existence, and the sun is slowly disappearing to yield the once-sunny day to a starry, cloudless night.
And everything couldn’t be any more perfect in this crazy, messed up world.
But there is one thing…
“Sans.”
Sans and I had cuddled in his back seat, and he was half asleep on my shoulder when the sound of my voice causes him to jerk himself awake.
“Huh— Wha— I’m awake! Don’t throw the bucket on me, Al!”
I snicker into my hand again, reaching up to cup his cheek in my palm.
“Oh. Phew… It’s just you,” he visibly relaxes into my touch.
“I need to ask you something.”
“Anything, my beloved fiancée!” he chirps happily. “I shall keep no secrets from my betrothed!”
“Will you finally tell me about the feet thing?”
Sans chokes.
“Wha-What? Wh-What ‘feet thing’?”
He’s sweating uncomfortably.
“Don’t play dumb with me, silly bones. You don’t like for me to take my socks off when we make love! I haven’t asked because I was waiting for you to tell me, but you haven’t. So, what’s with your thing for feet?” I punctuate my question with a firm poke to the tip of his nasal bone.
Sans sits up, visibly shaken as he rubs where I poked him.
“Do I really have to tell you…?” he whines quietly.
I nod, crossing my arms over my chest.
“… I think socks are cute. THERE. I SAID IT,” he shouts, throwing his arms up in frustration. “BUT YOU ALREADY SAID YOU’D MARRY ME! NO TAKE BACKS!!!”
I can’t help but laugh. A long, hearty laugh from deep in my belly.
Sans watches me apprehensively. “What? What’s so funny?!”
I don’t answer him, instead choosing to yank him by his scarf and pull him into another long, passionate kiss.
And as we continue to whisper sweet nothings to each other in the backseat of his car, under the starry night sky and with the ocean crashing into the sandy beach behind us well into the wee hours of the morning, and with that little diamond ring cinched around my finger, it feels so perfect to no longer be ‘just friends’.
Fin.