Considering that Papyrus was driving, the morning went quite smoothly. Everyone was playing cards, except Toriel, who was mentioned something about having morning sickness, so Alphys was checking her for any possible fatigues and illnesses.

You weren't exactly 100% either, thanks to yesterday. Your right eye was a pure black again, this time with streams of red through it. Your entire right arm was sore, but the wound from the knife was almost completely healed, so you were glad for that.

Nothing really happened until noon when Papyrus got the car lost. He said that he had followed the map, just as it was shown to him. Turns out, he had it facing the wrong way. Gaster was able to figure out where the car was at, the only problem was that you guys were on an one way road and there won't be any turns to return back for a good while. According to him, you all would be lost by the time the next turn came in.

"Can I see the map?" Sans asked, which Gaster handed over to him. Because Sans was sitting next to you, you saw the little markers on the paper and quickly figured out what road you guys were on. As your eyes tracked along the swerving line, you caught sight of a gas station along the way, which meant that someone could go in and ask for help.

"Hey, guys. There's a gas station about...ten minutes from now." You told the group. "We could stop by and I could go in to ask for directions."

"Okay, but what if someone is out there looking for you." Sans almost immediately replied to your proposal. You glanced up at the group, finding that they weren't going to interfere. They all seemed to have gotten the impression that this was a decision that would be decided by just you and Sans. Biting your lip, you turned to Sans.

"Then we can have Mettaton do a bit of makeup on me. He's good enough to alter my appearance." You said simply. Sans didn't seem to fond of the idea.

"Okay. Then what about your eye? How do you expect to cover that?" He asked, raising one of his nonexistent eyebrows.

"Ehh...eyepatch?"

"Again?"

"I don't see why not."

"Why don't we just let Frisk go?"

"It's not safe. Besides, Frisk as a bigger reputation than I do and if she goes in, then it'll be obvious that she's traveling with monsters." 

Sans frowned, realizing the level of your stubbornness.

"Fine. Just don't die." He chuckled as Mettaton swooped in to glaze your face with the shiny paste. It wasn't long until the truck stopped and Mettaton had finished your face mask and placing on your eye patch. Before you left, Alphys had handed you the small roll of cash that Gerson had left with you guys and asked you to buy some water and a trail mix for Toriel. 

With the new checklist, you hopped out of the RV and made your way into the store. The air was a lot dustier than you imagined and the wind was harsher than you expected but the store wasn't too far off. Before you walked inside, you spotted a sign saying 'No Service to Monsters'. This caused you to bite your lip as you walked in, hearing the light 'chime' as you did so. The first thing that caught your sight was the cashier and the person working it. She had jet black hair, pale skin, and soft blue eyes, but she was nice enough to bid you a 'hello' before you got to analyze the store.

The store was a decent size with different sections for general items ranging from snacks to rubbing alcohol. There was also a clothing section with a couple of sweaters and jackets, which you took your time to look through for anything that may spark your interest. After some searching, your eyes caught the sight of a heavenly, light blue jacket. At first, it didn't appeal to you, but at second glance, you found that it fit a certain someone quite well.

The entire size was a little bigger than your own torso, but that was to your relief because you knew that your skeleton was in fact, larger than yourself. The color was almost exact to his original and the hood had fluff around the ends. The pockets were enormous, which fitted his "putting hands in pockets" habit. To make things even better, there weren't any logos on it. This caused you to bubble in excitement as you unhooked the perfect jacket and rushed to get the rest of your items. After doing so, you placed it onto the cashier register and started to fumble out the roll of cash.

"You find everything okay?" She asked through her chewing gum. You nodded and started counting out the dollars, finding that most of them were fives. She then started to scan and charge you for all your items. When she lifted the jacket, she rose to ask you a question.

"This is a nice jacket. Who's it for? " She held a smile and carefully straightened out the torso. "Dad? Brother? Boyfriend?"

"Well..." You chuckled, secretly freaking out. "It'd be lying if I said none of those."

"Boyfriend. Heh." She chuckled and folded it nicely. "Hard to find relationships in times like these." 

"Really?" This perked up your interest. She nodded and smiled sadly.

"My own broke up with me over the whole monster deal, but it's whatever."

"Oh, I'm sorry that happened." 

"It's alright. You want a bag?"

"Sure." 

She nodded and stuffed your items into your bag.

"That it?"

"No actually." You laughed and looked around for a map. After picking one out, you unfolded it and pointed to the secluded road that Gaster had pointed to earlier. "My crew and I need to get here by tonight. Any idea how to?"

She nodded. 

"Quite easy actually." She quickly explained how to get to your destination, which allowed you to quickly thank her and make your way towards the exit. Before you turned to leave, she called you back to the desk and handed you the map.

"Oh?" You asked in surprise and accepted the slip of paper. She let out a grin.

"I know you got monsters in that RV of yours. Personally, I want them legalized so, you better make it safe with 'em. Okay?"

Your eyes widened in surprise as you placed a questioning look upon your face.

"But, I read a sign outside your store-"

"Ahhh, that's my dad. He's a little stubborn, but I'm different. I welcome anybody. But anyways, I wish you luck." She waved goodbye as you made you way out.

"Oh. Well, I wish you good luck too!" You replied and started your way to the car, excited to show your skeleton his little gift. Jumping into the RV, you handed Alphys the trail mix and water. You then sat yourself next to Sans, who had decided to take a nap on one of the side seats. 

"Hey, Sansy-pooh." You chirped and poked him between his eyes, causing him to blink himself awake. 

"Yeah, Fruitloop?"

"Look what I got you." You giggled and slid out the neat jacket. The first thing you saw on his face was shock. His eyes were wide open and his mouth was partially open too, making him look adorable. Quickly, his face melted into happiness as he reached out towards the jacket, taking it into his own hands.

You heard a 'click' in the background, causing you to turn around to see who would attempt to ruin such a perfect moment. You saw none other than Flowey. He had this grin on his face as he flipped the camera to Frisk. By now, you realized that everyone was watching the little moment, which caused you to blush in embarrassment. You felt some movement next to you, which was Sans standing up to slip on the jacket, and...oh my shit. Can a jacket make someone look really cute- er, hot?

The jacket was practically made for him. The fluff on the hood was enough to cover the back of his neck, and his hands were already nestled into the huge pockets. His figure seemed to have brightened up by ten just by a fricken jacket. 

"(y/n)." Sans breathed out with a smile that was pretty much stuck on his face as he pulled you towards him. Expecting a hug, you accepted his embrace, but you felt something pressed against your own lips. Hot chills ran down the back of your head, all the way down to your tailbone, only for them to run all the way back up again. Pulling away from the sudden connection, you found Sans and yourself a blushing mess. His face was covered in blue, while your's was red. Your mind was cloudy from the sudden gesture, as it tried to register what had happened. Awkwardness was starting to press and choke the both of you as you adverted your eyes away from him. This seemed to have gotten your ears to finally function.

The sound of giggles and a couple teasing remarks reached your ears, but your brain wasn't close to translating the useless rubbish. All it was trying to do was get away from the humiliation and the first thing that came to mind was a question.

"You like the jacket?" You managed to choke out and return your glance to him. Your face was still hot with blush; it was starting to ache from the sudden heat. His was just as blue, only he was a little more jittery.

"Y-yeah. Love it." He seemed lost for words as the awkward atmosphere seemed to have closed against you both even harder. Taking in a deep breath, you tried to organize your thoughts. All you could recall was you giving him the jacket and then him giving you a hug. You then felt something on your lips and you pushed yourself away, but why would you do that? Completely unnecessary. 

What's sad is the fact that it took you this long to realize it. It slapped you hard when you realized what Sans did. Idiocy and stupidity filled your lungs as you blinked in understanding. He kissed you. That's what happened. He pressed his teeth against your lips.

At the thought of it, jolts ran up your spine. Heat began to run through your cheeks and arms, except this time, you understood what he did. Again, your mind started to frantically look for ways to get out of the situation and the first thing you said was regretted immediately.

"Heh, you'd imagine the first kiss would be more magical." You muttered nervously. "Considering that in the movies, they're always perfect."

Why the fuck would you say that?

"Guess that's why they call some things picture perfect." Sans smiled out of embarrassment, causing you both to giggle and lessen the blow of awkwardness. Everyone around you just smiled to each other, giggling or chuckling here and there. Papyrus let out a groan in disgust and returned to the driver seat to escape the horrid pun. The only one who actually acknowledged the event was Flowey, who held no shame whatsoever. 

"Speaking of pictures..." He held a devilish grin and held up the camera. "I got a perfect shot!"

"Good Lord, I'm going to kill you." Sans growled.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Time skip~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

 By nightfall, both you and Sans had finally found stable ground after the whole "first kiss" thing. You managed to talk to him without feeling the pangs of awkwardness nip at you, but sleeping together was just not going to work. He couldn't really take it either, so you both mumbled around a bit and eventually found yourselves comfortable just sleeping back to back.