(It's been a month and one day since I updated... my bad... still, I hope you all enjoy, you lovely turtles!)

The purple light flickered.

The monster smiled, pulling Sans back up to his feet. He smirked, "Good choice." His hand easily slipped from the skeleton's, as he began walking towards the back room, not saying a word to Sans.

Sans looked towards where he was headed, confused, remaining where he was standing, unsure of what 'Grillby' was expecting him to do.

The elemental opened the door, it creaking slightly in protest, "Are you coming, or are you going to sleep out here? It gets cold without me." He purred, seeming to be aiming for an innuendo that Sans chose to let sail right over his head.

Sans reluctantly followed him, already fearing what he was getting himself into. He puffed out a breath, deciding to just think about other things to occupy his mind.

The two traveled through the storage room, then through a small hallway. All the while the elemental's feet remained silent and the skeleton was busy keeping himself distracted by mentally listing off everything and anything he knew about space, which quickly turned to him trying to count how many songs he knew all the words to, which then turned to imagining cats with dog bodies.

By the end of the short walk, Sans was contemplating the pro's and con's to having a pet rock.

Grillby stopped, opening up a door to a small room.

The room was actually quite nice. It had a black furred carpet hiding a polished amber wooden floor. The night stand was a darker wood, a silver framed mirror hanging above it and a small, black lamp on the table.

However, as Sans peeked around the fire elemental, one detail did catch his eye.

There was only one bed.

The bed, much like the carpet, was made of sheets of black fur, the cover was pulled back slightly to reveal the red under-sheet. Even the pillows were made of the furry material.

Sans narrowed his eyes at the bed, "so, where do i sleep?"

"In the bed." The fire elemental answered flatly, as if it were obvious.

Sans glared up at the monster, "okay, so then where are you sleepin'?"

"In the bed." This time, his tone went from flat to suggestive, as he looked down at the skeleton.

Sans paused, leaving a void of silence in between them for a few moments before saying, "heh, nope, not happenin'."

The fire elemental stared down at him, before shrugging with a smirk, "Your loss." he purred, reaching into his nightstand, pulling out silky, black, pajamas. He then began stripping down, right in front of Sans.

With no hesitation, Sans immediately turned himself around, "seriously, no warning?" He knew, like skeletons, elemental's souls were visible no matter what, it was just a courtesy not to stare.

Grillby looked towards him bizarre. His confused expression quickly melted into a smirk, "Ah, modest, aren't you?" He chuckled darkly, "It's a rare thing to see."

The skeleton made no comment on what he just said, even though it baffled him a little to think that people wouldn't have the decency to turn around when someone's changing. He instead, asked, "well, can ya just tell me when you're done?"

The fire elemental rose a brow, deciding to test him, "Done."

"you're lyin'." Sans immediately threw back at him.

"Am I?" He interrogated, a deviled smile still placed on his face.

Sans ignored him, sensing what he was doing, knowing it was probably best not to react to him any longer.

After about another minute or so of hearing the fire elemental shuffle with clothing, it went silent. A few more moments passed before a voice was suddenly right next to where Sans' ear would be.

"Done." He hummed.

Sans jumped slightly, still not being able to figure out how he was able to move without making a sound. He turned around, seeing that he was in fact done.

But, he was also a mere inch away from his face.

The skeleton quickly took a step backwards, just to hit his head on the door. His face contorted for a moment at the surprise, before he quickly let his features fall back to default, letting out an aggravated breath.

Grillby seemed to be amused by this, giving him a playful expression."Hm..." He hummed, standing up straight, looking down at him with a cruel, teasing, grin.

He walked over to his bed, still looking towards Sans in a mocking manner as he said, "Sleep where you like, I'm not stopping you." He laughed darkly, sliding into his covers, "Goodnight." He purred, then flicked the lamp off, leaving them both in the dark.

Sans looked around the room, being able to see pretty well from both the other monster's light, and his own eye-lights that acted as poor night-vision goggles. He shrugged, guessing he was at least lucky to have some-what of a night vision ability.

He reached for the doorknob, to leave the room and find elsewhere to camp it out, only for childish paranoia to suddenly fill his skull.

Thoughts stirred in his head, that he would have dismissed at any other time of day as childish, if it weren't for the fact that he was so drained that his mind was no-longer able to process things correctly.

Things like other people lurking the now pitch black halls, Grillby waking up and following him, or even just the fear of someone stalking him in his sleep. He was lost in this world. He had no way of knowing what to expect, especially when all his morals seemed to be flipped. But he still needed somewhere to rest.

He took in a breath, looking behind himself at the carpet.

That should work.

He walked over, sitting down on the soft rug. It was honestly the softest thing Sans had any memory of touching. It was almost velvety from how soft it was, capturing heat easily, creating it's own warm aura.

Sans ran his hand through the carpet, The fur traveling through his phalanges before tickling his metacarpals. It felt relaxing in comparison from what had happened that day, it was something he could control. Something he had power over. His life had taken a u-turn and he decided to just enjoy the moments of peace, as he had an uneasy feeling that they would soon melt away completely.

He stopped, stretching forward both his arms as he yawned, before looking up towards Grillby on the bed.

Grillby looked like he had already passed out, which was record timing in Sans' mind, as Sans remembered his Grillby mentioning once that he had to always go to bed as early as possible since he had a hard time getting to sleep. It appeared everything in this world was mirrored.

However, as he looked at Grillby, something seemed to shift in his face.

He looked peaceful.

There was no coldness or tension left in his now relaxed features. It was now just another person.

The longer time went on, the more features Sans pulled that made him seem more and more like the friend from home he cared for.

They were the same person, weren't they? One just had a different moral set than the other and followed it. In all reality, both were capable of becoming the other, but both had power over their choices. And choices were powerful. But, they were the same person in their core, and both had the power to revert back to who they first were, but neither did. They both probably felt just as strongly that they made the 'right' choice. Whatever was 'right' in their minds.

Sans blinked back, realizing he was staring before looking at the carpet. He played with the fur, trying to accept the fact that in this world, he would always be in the others' minds 'wrong'. He gathered enough information that Mercy was probably seen as bad, and Fighting was seen as good.

This was a new earth.

But he knew he couldn't let himself to turn into one of them.

He'd just have to stay strong.

He leaned against the dresser. He had to stay strong and hope he would be able to find his way back home, because at the moment all he wanted to do was give his brother a hug, and tell him how much he missed him and loved him. He'd do that after every genocide, he couldn't remember a time he didn't.

He felt his eye-sockets slowly become more and more heavy as he looked over at Grillby. His body leaned heavier and heavier into the soft, wooden, dresser.

Tomorrow.

Tomorrow would be another day.

But right now, all his body wanted to do is drift into the sweet, mellow, darkness of an empty dream.

The darkness slowly surrounded him, welcoming him tenderly into the silence of rest.

Tomorrow would come.

But for now, all he wanted to think about was the gentle, comforting, embrace of nothingness.