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As you left the hospital, you'd couldn't help but notice the eyes thrown in your direction. Though you knew their gaze wasn't aimed at you, it still made you want to shrink away. Something told you it was G!Sans' presence that drew such attention. The monsters seemed to make way for G!Sans like peasants would for a king, except they seemed more fearful than devoted to him.

You left the hospital without a word to any monster but something itched at the back of your head. Curiosity was killing you, making you back farther into the hood as you thought.

"Hey G!Sans?" You asked softly, still delving in your thoughts and theories. "What was that all about?"

He raised a 'brow.' "What was what about?" He asked.

You jabbed a thumb towards the hospital and looked at G!Sans. The hood messed with your vision when you had it up, so the most you could see was his chin.

"What was that about? Monsters made way like you were a hated monarch."

He shrugged. "Don't know. Didn't seem off to me."

You smirked. "You're probably used to it then. They really didn't seem to like you."

G!Sans chuckled. "Doesn't really matter much though. It's not like I need their approval or anything."

You scoffed. "It's gotta bother you a little bit. At least a teensy bit."

He rolled his eyes. "I'm kinda hard to get to. Not many things get under my skin."

You grinned mischievously. "Nothing CAN get under your skin. You're a skeleton."

He stopped a moment and watched you as you tried to hold back an obnoxious giggle. Not being able to hold back much longer, you roared with laughter, more cheesy jokes quickly forming. "What G!Sans? Don't you find my jokes humerus? I really they'd tickle your funny bone. It'd be a fib-ia if I said I wasn't proud of these jokes. They're pretty... Sans-ational."

You wiped a tear from your eye and gripped your sides. The jokes themselves were horrid but watching G!Sans trying to process them was even better. He had a blank look on his face as he stared at you, doubled over in a fit of giggles.

"Ugh! Those jokes are terrible! I wanna die just because you used my mouth to say them."

"Shut up Chara. My jokes are rib ticklers and you know it." You said out loud.

G!Sans knew well about Chara so you didn't mind snapping at her when e was around. All of a sudden, an unfamiliar sound filled the air. You stood up straight and looked towards its source. A gasp fell over your lips as you stared down the target.

G!Sans was falling over, laughing so hard he was grabbing his sides. Fluorescent yellow tears formed at the corners of his eyes. It wasn't just a settle chuckles, no, it was thunderous laughing. Seeing him like it made you even more giggly and you both collapsed into a pile of chortling limbs and bones.

It'd been so long since you'd laughed like this, you were happy to finally see a glimpse of just your Sans. G!Sans calmed down quickly with a few precisely placed deep breathes. You however, were still giggling under your breath when he pulled you to your feet.

You took a few deep breathes and readjusted the hood to make sure you were hidden. You looked at the fragment of G!Sans face to find him beaming.

"Thanks. I haven't laughed like that in forever."

You shrugged. "It's not nearly as good as Sans' original though. I haven't won a single pun war to this very day."

G!Sans rolled his eyes. "I forgot about those. God I'm hilarious." He praised.

"Wow, self absorbed much?"

He shrugged. "Nah, just a little rightful praise."

"I can see you kissing your own ass right now." You teased, walking a hit ahead of him.

"Skeletons don't have asses." He countered.

"Don't be a dick!" You retorted.

"Nope. No dick either... But maybe-"

"Stop there!" You yelled, red faced and embarrassed.
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G!Sans got the door and opened it for you, mocking the princely "lady's first" remark.

You rolled your eyes and yanked the hood down from your face as soon as the door closed behind you. "Pfft! I ain't no lady!" You declared, kicking off your shoes and belly-flopping on to the couch. "I ain't got no time for that proper shit! Just give me some chisps and a good show and I'm set for life."

Something dropped in the kitchen and your best human friend barreled towards you.

"(Y/N)'s Home!" He yelled, jumping on to the couch and landing on you back.

You faked a cry of pain and anguish, severely dramatizing it as you faked death. "HP dropping, spine breaking, this cruel world, I leave..." You stuck you're tongue out the side of your mouth and closed your eyes.

"Keep your tongue out like that and someone's gonna bite it." G!Sans chimed.

Your cheeks became cherries as you quickly sat up, pushing Frisk off, and glared at G!Sans.

"Ass!" You called.

"It ain't my fault you did it." He retorted, smirking.

A squeal came from the kitchen doorway and you found Alphys red faced and starry eyed. "I ship it!" She squealed, snapping a photo of G!Sans behind you while you sat on the couch.

"Alphys I'll kill you!" You threatened after her.

She giggled and hid behind Undyne. Undyne smiled at you and winked. Your face reddened more and you growled, to both G!Sans and Frisk's delight. "You all suck!" You yelled, burying your face in a couch cushion.

"That's not very sanitary (Y/N)." G!Sans shot back.

The entire room erupted into laughs. "Please Sans, give the girl so mercy! You'll put her out of her wits!" G!Paps nagged, though he was hiding his own snickers.

You snatched the remote and pretended to be interested in the dancing calculator. Frisk teased you quietly, sitting next to you and jabbing you occasionally with his fingers. You didn't move stubbornly from your seat until the clack of plates and silverware aroused your interest.

I swung into the kitchen to find Papyrus finishing a slew of dishes. Appetizing scents wafted in the air making your mouth water. G!Paps glanced at you and smiled.

"See something you like?" He asked, sounding awfully like G!Sans.

"Yeah! And you don't look that bad either." You quipped and winked.

G!Paps blushed slightly and chuckled. "Grab some dishes for the table will you?"

You nodded, immediately finding the cabinet. "How many people are we serving?" You asked.

"Just the people you've met. We didn't want to risk any unwanted attention."

You nodded and retrieved six plates with six sets of silverware. Grabbing a roll of paper towels for napkins, you ran to the table. You placed the pet rock on his shelf and set places. Frisk followed you carrying one of the food dishes. You made sure everything had enough space and started bringing out more dishes.

You adjusted everything as it came out, making Frisk giggle. "What?" You asked, switching two dishes around to fit better.

"You're such a perfectionist." He giggled.

"If by that you mean I'm perfect, then yes." You said grinning.

Frisk elbowed your leg with a laugh. "You're weird."

"I know!"

All the dishes were out and everyone met at the table. You sat in a chair against the wall and crossed your hands in your lap while waiting for the others to sit. You all passed around the dishes and talked happily. Easy conversation passed around the table. You were just tying up a conversation with Alphys about (F/A) when Frisk tugged on your arm.

He looked at you innocently and pointed to G!Sans. I looked at him as he bit a piece of pasta off of his fork. "What? He's eating pasta." You said matter-of-factly.

Frisk pouted. "But how?! He doesn't have guts!" You giggled.

You'd had this same conversation back home when you'd first met Sans. It was still clear, the hour he took to explain it to you. 

"Ask him yourself. I've already know." You teased.

"But that's weird!" Frisk complained.

"I asked the same thing back home! You can suffer like I did."

"But (Y/N)!"

"But nothing. Just ask him."

"PLEASE"

"No."

"PPLLEEAASSEE"

"No!"

"PPPLLLEEEAAASSSEEE!"

You growled. "Fine!"

You turned towards G!Sans and sigh.
"Hey G!Sans." You said.

He looked at you and raised a brow. "What's up (Y/N)?"

"Frisk wants to know how skeletons eat."

Frisk elbowed you. "You're not supposed to tell him I'm the one who wants to know!" He whined.

"I've already been through all the skeletal processes talks. I don't need to hear them again."

G!Sans laughed. "It's not that weird to ask about how skeletons eat. With no stomach it makes sense kid." He rolled his head. "In short, it's magic."

Frisk furrowed his brow. "But how? You're literally just bones!"

You grunted, trying to quietly hint his wrong observation. He looked at you, then back at G!Sans. "You are just bones right?"

G!Sans chuckled. Suddenly your hairs went on end. Frisk reached for his cup of grape punch and kept his gaze on G!Sans. Your warning-like feeling came try in slow motion.

G!Sans stuck out a glowing golden tongue at Frisk.

Frisk's eyes widened.

His cup fell away from his mouth.

A real life spit take soaked you with grape juice.

You winced away from the spray and the entire table fell silent. Everyone looked at you as you were completely quiet, trying to decide on the correct response. Your chest shook as you burst out laughing. You wiped the punch of your face and fell back laughing. Slowly everyone joined.

"Oh my god! I'm so sorry (Y/N)!" Frisk whimpered.

You wiped your hand on Frisk and grinned. "It's no problem kid. I just never thought I'd see a real spit take!" You giggled, standing from you seat. "I'm gonna go change."

"Your bag is in my room." G!Sans supplied.

You nodded and giggled again. "Okay. Frisk, try not to spit next time G!Sans is explaining skeleton anatomy. If you do you'll flood there house next time."

He hid his red face in his sweater and everyone laughed again. You darted upstairs, still hiding small snickers. Closing the door behind you, you stripped away G!Sans' jacket and hung it on the doorknob. You quickly dug a shirt from black satchel and threw it on. It was a short crop top that went off a shoulder. You left the room and dropped into the bathroom to try and dab some of the punch from your hair.

You took a rag and squeezed some punch from your hair, dabbing the excess. You were brush your hair back over you red eye when yelling and crashing plates took you attention. Loosely fixing your hair, you swung open the door and looked down the stairs.

"What happened?!" You yelled.

"(Y/N) help!"

"There's another one?! Oh darlings this will be AMAZING!"

You rushed downstairs to see the dancing calculator from earlier with arms lengthened and wrapped around Frisk. "Frisk?!" You screamed, running toward the situation.

"(Y/N), get out of here!" G!Sans yelled, eye illuminated.

"Stand down! You could hit Frisk!" You yelled back, cautious approaching the robot.

"Let go of Frisk you oversized toaster!"

The robot, Mettaton you think, turned around on his wheel and looked at you. "Oh beauties! This will make one amazing show!"

His other arm slunk around you squeezing you tightly. You struggled against his grip and the others stood down, realizing there was too much risk of hitting you and Frisk. The next thing you knew cold air kissed your arms and you were outside. Frisk was screaming while the others chased after you. Something told you there would be consequences if they followed too far.

"Guys! Don't follow us! Trust me, I'll handle this. Stay away!"

"Are you crazy?!" Undyne yelled.

They were getting too far to hear. "Trust me! I know what I'm doing."

They seemed uneasy about it, but G!Sans was actually the first to stop them. They quickly shrunk away into distance as Mettaton ran away with you and Frisk in his grip. His grip suddenly tightened and your face became red.

"I'll see you again on the show!" Mettaton chirped.

You heard Frisk yell your name as darkness consumed your vision.

"Frisk, trust me. I'll keep you safe." You said, but the words were mere whispers.

"Oh darling~ this will be fun." Mettaton said, quickly fading into empty noise.