I awaken in an unfamiliar bed, next to an unidentifiable person, and I feel sore all over my body, particularly down... There.

Oh Jeez.

By all that it holy...

Did I really?

I giggle silently to myself, relishing in the dark, seductive thoughts of last night.

My, what fun.

Sans lays next to me, dead to the world...

NOT LITERALLY! I'M GOOD, DON'T JUDGE ME!!

I groan and rub my eyes groggily, the sleepiness finally hitting me. I stumble to my feet and patter out of Sans' room and into the kitchen.

"AH! HUMAN! YOU ARE AWAKE I SEE!" Papyrus greets me energetically, and I groan a zombie-like response.

"WHAT WERE YOU AND MY BROTHER UP TO LAST NIGHT? THERE WAS A LOT OF MOANING AND SCREAMING... PARTICULARLY ON YOUR PART!" Papyrus' words bring me out of my daze faster than any cup of coffee. I glow a bright red, brighter than my SOUL probably, and turn to face the skeleton.

"Uh... we... we were playing leapfrog on the bed and Sans was winning?" I don't mean for it to come out like a question, but I am unsure as to wether Papyrus would take the story.

"Oh Papy darling, it was just a simple game of leapfrog." A tall, sexy, and feminine robot stats out of Papyrus' room and into the kitchen. He winks at me cheekily and goes to kiss the taller skeleton on the cheekbone.

"Good morning Mettaton..." I grumble tiredly, and look to Papyrus only to find the skeleton turning a brighter shade of red than me.

"So, so innocent..." I mutter aloud.

"What did you say Darling? Me? Innocent? You must be mistaken, you see Papyrus here-" the rest of Metta's words are cut off by an angry Sans using his magic to cover Metta's mouth.

"Nope, don't need to hear the end of that sentence thank you." He growls, glaring at me with such an intense hatred I feel I might burst into flame.

"I do need HER however."

Well shit.