A/N:........*coughs* PROTECTIVE SANS ANYONE?!

Sans smiled as he gently laid a half sleeping Frisk down in her crib, then asked Grillby, who was going to be sleeping on their couch for the night "You sure you're good Grills?"

Grillby nodded and Sans smiled as he left, making a silly face towards Frisk, who screeches in laughter. Chuckling, Sans went to his room and shut the door, then turned the light off and got into bed and layed down, staring in the darkness of the room. He sat there for a while, a bad feeling growing in the bottom of his stomach. A noise caught his attention, and he wondered how he heard it, seeing as he has no ears but he pushed the thought away as another noise echoed through the house. Tipping his head to the side slightly, he got up and pulled his purple 'Lazy Bonez' t-shirt right, then made his way down stairs. Checking the main room, where Frisk and Grillby where still sleeping, Sans let out a sigh of relief before checking the rest of the house. Another noise echoed through the house, leading him to his brothers room. Panic seized him an he burst into the room, only to growl as Papyrus screamed and Mettaton gave a shocked gasp as he fell into the room fully from where he was hanging halfway through the window. Closing the door, Sans said "Papyrus?! What the hell?!"

"WELL YOU SEE, I WAS HOPING IT WAS OKAY TO TELL METTATON, SINCE YOU TOLD GRILLBY." Papyrus explained and Sans sighed before saying "But Grills is trustworthy! Can this guy even keep a secret?!"

Mettaton stood up and glared, his hands on his hips as he said "Darling, I've kept more secrets secret then all the burgers you've eaten at that bar, so hush your mouth."

Staring at Mettaton, Sans sighed and said "Look here you pink....bot. I'll show you but so help me if you put her in danger..."

San's eye flared blue as he hissed out "You're gonna have a bad time!"

Mettaton nodded and both he and Papyrus gulped at the rage filled Sans, who sent Papyrus a look, letting the younger know they were going to talk later. Sans gave an angry grunt before waking the flaming bartender up after walking back into the main room.

"Grills! Wake up." He said, shaking Grillby, who shot up and let out a surprise howl before blinking at Sans.

"Whatsa happin?!" Grillby said, looking all around in a panic before relaxing one he realized where he was. Sans jerked a thumb towards Mettaton, who was staring curiously towards the crib Frisk was in, however he couldn't see her, and Grillby nodded in understanding.

"What's this?" Mettaton asked, uncovering Frisk, and the skelebrothers waited for Mettaton's shocked reaction.

"OH MY GOD, she's so cuteeeee~" Mettaton squealed, shocking everyone in the room. Picking Frisk up, Mettaton sneered and said "What....is this child wearing?"

"You don't care she's....human?" Sans asked in shock. Mettaton rolled his eyes and said "Darling, I could care less that she's a human. They haven't done anything to me, so why should it bother me?"

Frisk blinked from where she was being held against Mettaton's chest and said "Sans? Pap?", her voice filled with sleep. Mettaton squealed and said "Oh Darling, you are just to cute!"

Sans gave an angry snarl and reached over, taking Frisk out of the robot's arms, causing Mettaton to pout. Sans groaned and said "Ok...I'm taking the kid, and we are going to bed. You guys can do...whatever, just figure it out."

Frisk gave a tired yawn which cause Mettaton to once again squeal then reach for Frisk, which caused Sans to snarl out "Back off!" before stomping to his room, just barely catching Papyrus say to Mettaton and Grillby "SORRY, MY BROTHER GETS VERY...CRANKY WHEN TIRED."

Slamming the door shut with one hand, Sans walked over to his bed and laid Frisk down beside carefully. Once both were comfortable, Sans watched as his eye lit up the darkness, using his magic to make sure Frisk wouldn't fall off the bed while he was sleeping. Yawning, Sans muttered a "Good night kiddo..." before falling asleep.

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Sans jolted out of bed as his door was, rudely might he add, kicked in, the hinges snapping from the force. Sans hand automatically went to rest on Frisk, who was still sleeping, in a protective manner as his eyes flared blue once more. Mettaton entered the room dramatically, landing a perfect pose while sing-songing a "Goooood morning darlings!"

Sans sighed and rolled back over, pulling Frisk into his warm embrace, only to be, once again RUDELY, kicked out of bed and have Frisk snatched out of his grasp. Groaning, Sans looked up from his position of the floor to see Mettaton cooing over Frisk, who was now awake and using her tiny hands to pat Mettaton's face.

"Sans dear, I'm taking Frisk shopping!" Mettaton said, skipping out of the room. Sans cursed and in a panic flew out of the room, calling out "Wait a sec!"

Mettaton turned and looked confused as Sans shoved a piece of paper at him the Papyrus, who looked equally confused.

"That's my number, call me if anything happens to Frisk. Also take Papyrus, for protection and because he needs new clothes too. Don't talk to strangers by the way Pap, never. Make sure you watch Frisk at all times, don't loose her. Oh and don't let Papyrus get lost, he'll never-"

"Sans, honey we get it!" Mettaton shouted, breaking over Sans worried rant. A deep blue blush covered Sans's cheekbones and he said quietly "Just watch out for them for me, ok?"

Mettaton nodded before skipping out the door, a now cheerfully Papyrus following. As the door slammed shut, Grillby entered the room and said "What happened?"

"Mettaton took Frisk and Papyrus clothes shopping." Sans said, rolling his eyes. Grillby chuckled and Sans said "What's so funny?"

Grillby just chuckled again as he sat on the couch, having heard all of Sans's motherly rant.