About twenty minutes later, you all arrived at the indoor skating rink. Surprisingly, it was practically empty. You rented the skates from the rental shop after buying tickets for everyone, then headed down to the rink. You found out that most of the monsters hadn't been skating before, so once you had your skates laced up you helped the others and assigned Papyrus, Asgore and Alphys balance bars. Undyne refused accepting one, as she thought of skating as a challenge, and Mettaton already knew how to skate. Sans, though he had come with, stayed seated on the bench even though he had his own pair of skates on. You slid over to him quickly as the others tried to get used to their skates, and stopped quickly enough to spray ice shavings at the mopey skeleton.

"You're looking a little blue there buddy," You mused as he swept the ice off his blue jacket. You took the opportunity to pull your camera out of its bag and snap a picture. He stuck his tongue out at you, but didn't give a witty retort. He might have, but the others were already calling you over.

"(y/n) leave him alone! If he doesn't want to have FUN he doesn't have to!" Undyne yelled, looking a little wobbly but managing to stay upright. You rolled your eyes, and started skating backwards towards them, using your fingers to beckon Sans onto the ice. He shook his head stubbornly, and Frisk drew your attention away when she grabbed you hand and tugged you forwards. You smiled down at her and held her hand, starting an easy pace forwards, pulling the camera around your neck for easy access. Luckily the ice wasn't too busy, so the unsteady monsters were able to stumble and slide about without worrying about crashing into anyone. Mettaton helped coach them through how to move on the skates and not have them slip out from under them, while you entertained Frisk. The two of you did did a few laps around the oval track quickly, passing you friends several times, much to Undyne's dismay. Out of all of them, she seemed to be getting used to the ice the fastest with Papyrus following close behind. About a half hour into it, Papyrus had already gotten confident enough to ditch the bar and was trying to move faster with Undyne. The two made a good team, as any time one of them would almost fall the other would catch them. Asgore and Alphys seemed pretty content to stick with the bars, and Toriel hug back with the two of them. Surprisingly she already knew how to skate, and was very gentle while coaching Asgore, who continued to slip this way and that. You kept up taking candid pictures of everyone as the skated across the ice.

By the time an hour had past, Undyne and Papyrus were completely confident going forwards. "I challenge you to a race!" Undyne yelled suddenly as you and Frisk passed by them again, pointing straight at you.

"Sure," you smiled, swinging Frisk around one last time and launching her across the ice.

"I WOULD ALSO LIKE TO RACE!" Papyrus declared, sliding over to you. Frisk stuck her hand in the air as she scampered back over.

"4 vs 4 then? One lap around the track?" You suggested, skating over to one of the blue lines embedded in the ice. Undyne let out a battle cry, startling a few other skaters before joining you with Papyrus and Frisk. You lowered yourself into a starting position, and the others did the same. Mettaton took the opportunity to slide over so he was in front of you.

"On your marks," he waved a pink hanky in the air. "Get set, go!" He waved the hanky down and the four of you were off. Undyne quickly pulled away from the pack, speeding up faster than you thought was possible. Papyrus got going fairly quickly too, leaving you and Frisk lagging a little behind. But you knew how to get going on skates, and pretty quickly you were catching up to both Undyne and Papyrus. You figured you were still going to lose though, until Papyrus, who was ahead of Undyne, fell face first onto the ice, managing to take down Undyne with him. You sped past them, and Undyne yelled out in frustrated dismay.

"Darn-it Papyrus!" She yelled. You looked back and saw her trying to wiggle out from under him.

"I'M SORRY!" He apologized, trying to untangle his legs from hers. You watched as Frisk wove around her, frantically trying to catch up to you. You slowed your pace just a little bit, enough for her to catch up and skate just past you. You made a show of trying to catch up with her again, but still let her speed past you and pass the "finish line" first. She threw her arms up in celebration, quickly being swept up by Mettaton.

"And we have a winner!" He declared as Undyne and Papyrus finally caught up. Frisk clapped and laughed happily.

"EXCELLENT WORK FRISK!" Papyrus declared happily. "I'D EXPECT NOTHING LESS FROM THE DISCIPLE OF THE GREAT PAPYRUS!"

"YOUR disciple? HA! She learned everything she knows from me!" Undyne challenged, getting right up in Papyrus' face.

"I THINK NOT!" Papyrus said, meeting Undyne's challenge.

"People, people, I think you'll find she learned everything from me." Mettaton cut in, setting Frisk back onto the ice. The three started squabbling, and you shook your head with a laugh. You knew Frisk had a special relationship with all of them, but this was the first time you'd ever seen a fight break out because of it. It wasn't anything bad of course, they were just arguing, which wasn't uncommon.

"ARG! We'll settle this with a RACE!" Undyne yelled. "3 on 3!"

Frisk clapped, lifting her hand and snagging Mettaton's pink handkerchief. "I'll be the referee!" She signed happily. The three seemed to agree with that, and skated into starting position.

"ARE YOU JOINING US (y/n)?" Papyrus asked, before Frisk started them off.

"I think I'll sit this one out. Seems like you guys have a score to settle." You smiled. Frisk started the race then, and the three monsters sped off. They seemed pretty serious about this, and you knew there wasn't a way for you to keep up with them. As the three disappeared around the first bend Toriel, Asgore and Alphys came over to you.

"Not joining them?" Toriel asked sweetly as Frisk skated to her side and took her hand.

"Not this time. I think I'll go check on Sans."

Toriel nodded, and laughed when Frisk took the front of Asgore's balance bar and started dragging him along. He stumbled and slid, but with Toriel's help managed to right himself and follow her lead. You then skated casually back to where Sans was still moping and snuck up behind him. "Boo!" You yelled right in his ear, startling him and nearly sending him off the bench.

"what the heck?" He spun, right into your awaiting finger. You flicked him right between the eyes, laughing when his eyes widened again in shock.

"2:1," You smiled broadly, remembering the game you started at the zoo. Sans' startled eyes narrowed into a glare, and you danced out of reach before he could do anything.

"don't start with that again, kitten."

"Whatcha gonna do about it?" You taunted, stepping backwards onto the ice. Sans glared at you for another second before looking away with a huff. You frowned. You hoped that would be enough to get him on the ice, but apparently not. Alright, plan B then. You mentally huffed. You hopped back onto the matting and strode over to Sans, grabbing his arm and tugging hard.

"hey!" He protested, trying to tug his arm back.

"Come on Sans, you gotta skate at some point." You replied happily, pulling him insistently to the ice. He dug in heels and pulled his hand from yours.

"i don't skate. too much effort."

"Don't or can't?"

He didn't answer and looked away. "both," he finally mumbled, a light blue dusting covering his cheeks. "and i don't want to use one of those ridiculous bars." You couldn't help but smile. He looked absolutely adorable being all shy and awkward.

"You don't have to. Come on, I'll help you."

Sans stared at you hesitantly, still reluctant to join everyone else on the ice. Finally, with a huge sigh, he gave in and shuffled over to the ice. You grinned in victory, and changed your grip on his arm so you were holding his hand instead. A weird warmth settled onto your heart because of it, but you figured you were just happy because you finally got your way. Sans cautiously stepped out onto the ice, nearly falling over when his skate slid forwards, but you quickly grabbed his other flailing hand and pulled him the rest of the way onto the ice. After slipping around for a second, he finally managed to catch his balance and you grinned. "There, that wasn't so bad now was it?"

"that's a matter of opinion." He grumbled unhappily. You smiled a little wider.

"Oh! I need to get a picture of this."

"no," he warned.

"Yes." You replied, letting go of his hands and skating backwards a few paces away. He swore under his breath and wobbled on the ice, but managed to stay upright. You laughed and snapped a picture, tucking it safely into the bag. "Perfect."

"not cool." He glared as you skated back over and took his hands again.

"What? It'll make an ice memory. You'll thank me someday."

"i-ce. but i doubt it." He huffed, but still unable to stop the small smile that resulted from your pun. You smiled again and started slowly skating backwards. You made sure to keep a lookout for unsuspecting people so you didn't crash into them, but it was fairly smooth sailing. Sans wobbled and almost fell a few times, trying to get a feel for the ice. Inevitably he fell, and you were unable to stop him. Actually, it was more like you let him fall. One couldn't learn to skate unless you fell at least three times. He let out a string of quiet swears and I laughed.

"I feel like you might need to chill out there buddy."

"hey puns are my thing, kitten."

"Oh yeah? Then pictures will be my thing." To emphasize your point you snapped another picture of him. He glowered at you, and you laughed and helped him up. "Sorry, sorry, I'll stop." He humphed, and you couldn't resist adding as you pulled him forwards again, "Maybe."

"OH MY GOSH YOU ACTUALLY GOT SANS TO SKATE?" Papyrus suddenly called, catching up with you and Sans with the others following closely behind him. "I THOUGHT IT WAS IMPOSSIBLE!"

"she dragged me into it." He mumbled, wobbling as he lost his balance again. He didn't go down this time though and managed to regain his footing with your help.

"Looking a little shaky there, Sans," Undyne teased as she skated closer, doing a quick loop around the two of you. "need a hand?"

"I think he's already got two." You lifted your hands and his with a smile. Sans glared at the ice, a blue blush tainting his cheeks. Realizing how embarrassed Sans was getting and what you said, you quickly changed the subject, trying to direct attention off of him and off the slight flush rising to your cheeks. You were only a little cold, right? "How'd the race go?"

"ARG! I would have won but these two dorks kept cheating!" Undyne groaned.

"THE GREAT PAPYRUS NEVER CHEATS!" Papyrus defended himself.

"I believe you were the one who kept trying to body-check and trip us, honey." Mettaton said with a flip of his hair.

"They kept tieing." Frisk elaborated with a broad grin.

"I guess you all had an equal hand in teaching Frisk." You nodded decisively. Undyne huffed a little, Mettaton flipped his hair again, and Papyrus laughed proudly. At least they weren't fighting anymore.

"I believe we can all take a little claim in that." Toriel added sweetly.

"Agreed...woah!" Asgore added before his skates slid out from under him and he crashed to the floor. You noticed that by this point both Alphys and Asgore had abandoned the balance bars in favour of shakily moving about over the ice. Apparently, all of them had very fast learning curves. Toriel helped him up, then Frisk grabbed his hand and tugged him forwards. The group set out, Undyne and Papyrus quickly pulling ahead, while you and Sans fell in behind them. Eventually Sans was able to get the hang of pushing himself forwards with the blades of the skates rather than walking unsteadily. You flipped around so you were only holding one of his hands, acting as a support only when he needed it. He was getting pretty good, but still seemed embarrassed and a little annoyed whenever Papyrus and Undyne lapped us. Without realizing it, you had begun humming along with the music that played overhead as you lazily skated beside Sans.

"i-uh-i think i'm good to skate on my own now." Sans said after a while. You stopped humming and looked at him. He looked a little embarrassed for some reason.

"You sure? I don't mind-"

"y-yeah, i'm good." You shrugged and let his hand go, skating a bit behind him so you could watch how he did. He seemed to do okay for a few steps, but then his leg slid out from under him and he careened backwards, arms flailing. Without really thinking you slid forwards the few feet between you and caught him under the arms. His head thumped against your chest as he came to a sudden stop. For a moment you just stood there, and Sans made no move to get back up, looking completely surprised and a brighter blush working across his cheeks.

"You okay there, buddy?" You asked playfully, lifting your eyebrows and smiling down at him. You couldn't help but think he looked adorable again. Your heart did a weird little flip flop in your chest, and you felt a slight blush rising to your cheeks as well.

"y-yeah, thanks. you can let go now." He sputtered after a second. Suddenly, an image flashed through your mind of simply pressing your lips to his teeth in a sort of kiss. You didn't know why the image popped up, and it startled and embarrassed you. Why were you thinking about kissing Sans?

Realizing you still hadn't let him go, you quickly answered while wiping the image from your head, "Okedoke," letting go suddenly and letting Sans drop to the floor. He hollered in surprise as his head hit the ice, and you couldn't help but laugh. "3:1." You smiled, leaning over his head as he glared up at you. Then before you could move out of the way, Sans grabbed your leg and pulled hard. You squealed as you fell backwards, landing hard on your butt on the ice beside Sans. He laughed at you as you complained, "Ouch!"

"2:3." He smiled, reaching over and flicking your nose lightly. You scrunched it up, and pulled his hood over his head playfully with a laugh. While he took it off you stood up, then offered a hand. Sans grabbed you hand, letting you help him to his feet rather than trying to get up on his own. He didn't bother letting go once up, and you happily left your hand in his. If you weren't mistaken, he actually held you hand a little tighter than before, entwining his fingers through yours. You couldn't help but notice how right it felt.

What's wrong with me? You thought nervously, realizing where your thoughts were heading and wondering why they were going there. You quickly shook them away mentally and concentrated on skating. Unfortunately that wasn't happening. As a pair of mothers and their children skated by, they noticed your entwined fingers and giggled amongst themselves. You caught a fleeting amount of their conversation; "...how cute that couple..." You face burned brighter red, and you hoped Sans hadn't heard them. You glanced over at him, and noticed that his head was down and his cheeks were blue. Even though you were both undeniably embarrassed, you could swear Sans hand tightened around yours more. Before you could investigate into it further, though, a pair of hands landed on your waist, startling you, then tearing you away from Sans and pulling you into the air.

"Mettaton!" You squealed as Mettaton heaved you onto his right shoulder gracefully. You wobbled there for a second before finding your balance and giggling. "Put me down!"

"I've captured the princess~!" Mettaton grinned, holding your legs with one hand to keep you steady as he spun around and skated backwards. He then struck a pose, balancing on one leg and sticking the other up behind him like a figure skater. You were surprised he managed to keep you balanced!

"o-oi!" Sans protested, trying to skate a little faster to catch up, but ending up stopping when Papyrus passed him. Mettaton stopped as well, striking another fabulous pose.

"NYEH HEH HEH!" Papyrus laughed victoriously, skating forwards so he could stand beside Mettaton. "NOW WHAT BROTHER? WE HAVE SUCCESSFULLY CAPTURED THE PRINCESS AND YOU SHALL NOT GET HER BACK IF I, THE GREAT PAPYRUS, HAS ANYTHING TO SAY ABOUT IT!"

"FUFUFU!" Undyne laughed, coming to stop beside Sans. "I bet we could get her back!" Frisk stated up beside the two of them and nodded eagerly.

"I really don't think you're supposed to be carrying me around." You noted from your perch on Mettaton's shoulder, looking around nervously. Surprisingly, none of the employees came over to intervene.

"They said it was fine." Mettaton dismissed, waving his hand at you.

"put her down, Mettaton." Sans warned, looking a little angry. "or you're gonna have a bad time."

"Hm, who's going to make me? Certainly not you, mister wobbly." Mettaton teased, unafraid of his warning.

"Come here you!" Undyne roared, launching forwards and making a grab for Mettaton. Mettaton laughed and skated backwards, out of her reach. He then spun around and started skating faster and faster, Papyrus keeping pace beside him. Frisk and Undyne gave chase, Sans slipping and sliding along behind them. Undyne caught up first, and when she made a grab for you, Mettaton spun around and pulled you from his shoulder before sweeping you into a figure skating routine. You didn't think it possible, but even with no previous knowledge of how to figure skate, you spun easily around Mettaton as he pulled you this way and that. Every time Undyne reached for you he spun you out of reach. You were glad there was hardly anyone else on the ice or this would have been pretty dangerous. Eventually Undyne picked up on his pattern and movements, and when she reached for you again she quickly changed direction and was two inches away from grabbing you. Mettaton acted quickly, pulling you back before spinning you over to Papyrus and falling dramatically on top of Undyne.

"GOSH DARN-IT get your shiny robotic butt off of me!" She cried in a rage.

"I can't my dear, I'm afraid my stability dial has been turned off."

"I can't BELIEVE you! Frisk, AVENGE me!"

Frisk, who had been trying to catch up valiantly, nodded and redoubled her efforts to catch up. "NYEH HEH HEH!" Papyrus laughed, skating forwards quickly while dragging me behind. "YOU'LL NEVER CATCH ME!" By this time, you and Papyrus had lapped Toriel, Asgore and Alphys. You noted that Asgore and Alphys looked a lot steadier on their skates as you sped past. Frisk, who was still struggling to keep up, stopped beside the parental's and started rapidly explaining the situation. You looked forwards again and noticed Sans about ten feet ahead of you. He had noticed you too, and started to double back to catch Papyrus as you swept past. You tugged on Papyrus' arm as he watched the situation with Frisk to alert him of Sans. "GOOD EYE PRINCESS! IT'S ALMOST AS IF YOU DON'T WANT TO BE RESCUED!"

"I'm still kind of up in the air on the whole kidnapped princess thing."

"WORRY NOT THEN! FOR I, THE GREAT PAPYRUS, SHALL PROTECT YOU!"

You couldn't help it, you giggled. He seemed to really enjoy the chivalrous knight role he was filling. Papyrus started insistently tugging at your arm, pulling you faster and faster along the ice. You zoomed past Sans, and caught him glaring at Papyrus angrily, before turning and giving chase. It looked like he was moving a little easier on the ice. You looked beyond him, and saw that Asgore had agreed to help Frisk and started chasing after Papyrus. Toriel on the other hand, looked like she was trying to stop them. Somehow this had turned into a team race/rescue attempt. Papyrus, Mettaton and Toriel vs Frisk, Asgore, Undyne and Sans. Well actually, you weren't sure which side Sans was on. Maybe he was on his own team. Regardless, you allowed yourself to be dragged along by Papyrus as he sped along the ice. This was getting really entertaining.

Out of nowhere, Undyne zoomed across the ice and tackled Papyrus, knocking him to the ground and taking you out with them. Luckily no one else was caught in the crossfire. She was on her feet in an instance, and before you could even think about standing she had thrown you over her shoulder and was off like a rocket. You couldn't believe how fast she was moving. It was like she was a speed skater or something. And an olympic one at that. "FUFUFU! You'll never get her back now!"

"UNDYNE!" Papyrus cried out in dismay as Frisk 'pinned' him to the ice. Asgore, Toriel and Sans gave chase. Undyne sped up even more, and soon the skating rink was whizzing by. You weren't sure any of them could keep up with her. Now, you weren't normally one to play the damsel in distress but since you knew you couldn't pull yourself from Undyne's grip you kind of just accepted it.

Then, coming up from behind, Mettaton came sliding into step beside Undyne, smirking as he easily kept pace. Undyne growled in warning, and Mettaton's smile grew. Well this could get dangerous. You thought nervously. Mettaton and Undyne skated shoulder to shoulder for a moment before Mettaton zipped ahead and attempted to trip Undyne. Undyne leapt into the air, clearing his leg, but he expected this and grabbed the back of her shirt. "Hey Asgore, HEADS UP!" Undyne yelled, and before you knew what was happening you were flying through the air as Undyne jerked to a stop. You flailed your arms, and a second later you came to a stop mid air before being gently lowered into Sans' arms. When you stopped you had been surrounded in a soft blue glow. Asgore, who had been waiting to catch you, slid to a stop nearby. Sans gently lowered you to the ground, only dismissing the blue glow when you had both feet planted firmly on the ground.

"Oops." Asgore glanced apologetically at Undyne, who was yelling her head off further down the ice.

"Gosh darn-it Asgore!"

"IT'S OKAY UNDYNE!" Papyrus tried to calm her. "SANS WOULD HAVE WON EVENTUALLY ANYWAY." She threw up her hands and groaned exaggeratedly.

"you ok?" Sans asked, concern filling his voice and drawing your attention back to him. You nodded, a little freaked out from the toss still but grinning from ear to ear anyway.

"Thanks," You smiled, a little breathless. "My hero." Then you got a brilliant idea. What kind of princess would you be if you didn't reward your prince with a kiss? With that in mind you leaned over and gave Sans a quick peck on the cheek. 

Sans flushed blue and looked away, trying to hide his embarrassment in his collar. You smiled a little. You discovered you thought he looked adorable when he was blushing. It was just something you didn't see often, and the way he reacted when he did was amazingly endearing. "Good catch, Sans." Mettaton cooed, skating over to the slowly growing group. Undyne, Papyrus and Frisk were next to join, followed by Toriel and Alphys.

"Undyne, that was much too dangerous." Toriel scolded, looking concerned. "Are you alright, child?"

"I'm fine, thanks." You smiled, "I had a prince to save me." You joked, hooking your elbow around the still blushing Sans. He blushed even brighter, then pushed your arm away and skated himself to the edge of the rink, where the exit was. You pursed your lips wondering if you did something wrong. Sans, somewhat grudgingly, and starting unlacing his skates. You pursed your lips and wondered if you'd done something wrong, or took the joke too far. Maybe he just doesn't like the attention.

"DON'T WORRY (Y/N)! HE GETS LIKE THAT SOMETIMES." Papyrus quickly covered, skating over to his brother and also starting the process of removing his skates.

"Well, it looks like we're done for today." Asgore rumbled, picking up Frisk in one arm and tickling her. She giggled happily, and motioned to Asgore to put her down. When he did she zipped over to where Sans sat, and everyone followed behind. Once all the skates were removed, the entire group moved to exit the building, and you mentioned to the group that you were going to run to the restroom before you left. You split off, and Mettaton called to you that they were going to wait outside. You waved to them as you pushed the washroom door open, letting them know you heard.

Inside, you did your business quickly before washing your hands and quickly checking over your appearance. You didn't think of yourself as narcissistic or vain or anything like that, but as someone almost constantly viewed under the public eye you liked to look good, even when you were incognito. Your hair was a little all over the place from the rescue/kidnapping on the ice, so after removing your hat you started trying to tame the unruly (h/c) waves.

"Oh. My. God." A high pitched, adolescent voice gasped behind you. You glanced in the reflection, noticing the pre-teen girl staring at you with wide eyes through the mirror. Uh-oh. You thought, hastily replacing your hat and acting like you weren't the object of her stare. "You're (y/n) Heir!" She squealed. You locked up, then forced yourself to take an air of neutral calm.

"I get that a lot. I'm not actually though, but people say I look like her." You tried to brush her off, heading for the door. You were lucky today in not being noticed and swarmed by fans, and you didn't want to end the day like that. You tried to make a speedy exit, but the girl darted in front of you.

"No, no, no! You're totally her! I have like all your CD's and a bunch of posters! I'd know you anywhere!"

"You're mistaken." You shook your head, keeping your eyes down and readjusting your fake glasses.

"No I'm not! You're totally (y/n)! I'm like, your biggest fan." She gushed, snatching your glasses away in a swift movement. You tried to take them back, but she danced out of the way and started speaking again. Instead of trying to grab them again you ducked your head and tried to hide behind your hair. "You can't know how amazing it is to meet you! What are you doing in a place like this? Ooooo, Is Mettaton with you? Never-mind, can I have an autograph? Oh wait! Can I get your photo with you?" Before you could even think about saying yes or no the girl was beside you, trying to snap a photo of you with her selfie style. You tucked your chin to your chest and held up a hand, trying to block out the flashing of her camera. "Oh, come on please?" The girl pouted, trying to pull your arm down so she could take a picture of your face. You hated fans like this. Ones that assumed they could do whatever they wanted around you just because you were famous. You pulled yourself away, more forcefully this time.

"I'm not supposed to take pictures with fans outside of work." You explained, trying to escape. You managed to get around her and out the bathroom door, but the girl was insistently on your heels.

"It's fine, it's fine! It's just one little picture."

"No, but thank you for your appreciation."

At this time, you just really wanted to get to Mettaton and the others. Then you could get out of here, hopefully without much more of an incident. Though, if people started recognizing Mettaton... No, that wouldn't matter, because Sans could just get you out of here in the blink of an eye, with Mettaton. At least, that's what you hoped. 

Unfortunately, the situation just got worse.

"Missy, Missy!" The young follower yelled across lobby, waving at pack of girls all around her age. "It's (y/n) Heir!"

Oh. My. God. You couldn't believe she just yelled your identity out to the public. Some people just didn't understand that famous people had lives outside of their work. Nervous anxiety burst to life in your stomach, rushing through your system and threatening to give you a panic attack. This was about to turn messy. The girls started yelling to each other from a distance, gathering a growing and interested crowd. People were murmuring your name, passing it around like a plague and drawing closer for confirmation. Once they realized it was you, they pressed even closer, pulling out their phones and snapping pics and starting videos. You put up a hand, trying to block off you face again.

"See? See? I told you is was (y/n) Heir!" The girl from before squealed to her friends. They made a collective high pitched fan-squeal, and you flinched.

"Oh my gosh this is so cool! I can't believe I'm meeting you in person!" One of the friends practically swooned, fanning her face. "This is like, such an honour!"

"Thanks," you mumbled, backing away and trying to cut towards the door. "Look, I really have to get going..."

"Oh come on, stay for a bit! You aren't going to let your fans down are you?" The original girl taunted, backing you into the metaphorical corner of "fans are important." The pack cut you off again, and even more people started swarming. They ended up cornering you, pushing you back until your back was against the wall, right underneath the railing that separated the upper floor from the lower and provided an overlooking area. "Just a few photos and signatures!"

The growing pack passed around agreements, pushing themselves closer until you were stuck in a bubble with the wall on one side and a sea of people forming a half circle around you. It was going to take forever to get through all these people, and you weren't strong enough to push them away as you fought through. You were specifically told not to take pictures or give signatures outside of scheduled events, but today was supposed to be a fun day out with your friends– you didn't want to be stuck handing out autographs for the next three hours! Maybe if you could get your phone out and send out an S.O.S...

Before you could finish the thought the girl was pulling at you arm again, taking you by surprise and making you lower your arm. Flashes went off rapidly, and you blinked to try to clear your vision. You tucked your head to your chest and tried to turn towards the wall, shaking the girl off in the process. "Please stop. I'm not here to sign autographs." You said forcefully, trying to shimmy along the wall.

"So? It'll only take a second!" The girl persisted, grabbing your wrist. She was strong for a pre-teen! You pulled free again, but that sent you stumbling back into a man.

"Come on, sweetie, smile." He said in a friendly manner, wrapping an arm around your shoulder and trying to take a selfie. You slid your hand up again, blocking the side of your face. "Don't be shy." The guy laughed. You weren't being shy, you were actually starting to panic. These were the kind of fans you hated– the ones that thought that just because you were famous they could take pictures and demand signatures and touch you whenever they wanted. Anxiety raced through your system, and you really wished you had Sans' ability to transport away whenever you wanted. Or Undyne's uncanny height and strength– then it would be easy to shove your way through the crowd.

"Please stop," you repeated forcefully, pulling away again and pressing your back into the wall. Currently that seemed like the safest place. Well, at safe as safe could be in this situation. "I need to leave."

"No, stay!" The girl was back, jumping up and down at your side. There was hardly a foot between you and the closest people on all sides. "Ooooo! You should sing a little! Why don't you perform a song or two for us?"

This never ended did it? The crowd passed around their agreements and started chanting for you to sing. You really didn't want to though. You just wanted to get out of there. "Yeah sing!" One person cheered.

"Can you do "Open Up"?" Another requested.

"Are you taking requests now? I have one!" Another yelled.

You shook your head adamantly, trying to melt into the wall. You sent a silent plea to whatever greater power was listening to send a rescue team in for you. You'd settle for a good samaritan at this point. You know what? A security guard would be even better. Or maybe ten.

Somehow, someone up there must have heard you because not a second later, you heard Undyne's battle cry sail over the voices of the crowd. She dropped from the balcony above, landing in a dramatic crouch in front of you and almost flattening two particularly grabby people in the process. "BACK OFF!" She roared, a glowing blue spear appearing in her hand. She spun it around over her head dramatically until it whirred, startling the crowd and making them back up a few more feet to clear out of the way. Once they were back she slammed the tip of the spear into the ground, standing defensively in front of you.

"We just want a few pictures!" Some brave soul in the crowd called out.

"Yeah! We're fans!" Someone else called.

"Who are you anyway?" The first girl puffed, blowing out her cheeks.

A brave teenage boy stepped forwards and attempted to skirt around Undyne to snap a picture of me. Undyne reacted by snatching his phone and shattering it in her fist with a wicked smile on her face. "She SAID she wanted NO photos and NO autographs. Show a little respect!"

"We weren't doing anything wrong." One of the girls from before defended the group's actions, and you knew that this situation wasn't going to defuse with a simple show of strength. The crowd started pushing in again, seeming unafraid of Undyne. You needed to get out of here. As if summoned by your thoughts, Papyrus dropped from the floor above to join you and Undyne in the cleared space.

"NEED A LIFT?" He asked, before grabbing your waist and hoisting you into the air. You instinctively grabbed onto his arms, before realizing that he was trying to lift you to the second floor. You grabbed the metal railing, and Papyrus shifted his hands to your knees so he could lift you up higher, and you attempted to pull yourself up and onto the bar. You didn't need to go any higher though, apparently.

"hanging in there?" Sans asked, kneeling down in front of you.

"Not really the time for puns, Sans." You made a face at him.

He just grinned. "there's always time for puns, kitten." The crowd below you whined at you attempted escape, and you heard a few of them call for a race to the second landing, as to beat you there, and flinched. "let's get you out of here huh? clear out bro!"

"YES SIR!" Papyrus responded, letting go of your legs and leaving you to dangle by your hands as he joined Undyne in crowd control. You squealed, and Sans quickly grabbed both of your wrists. A tingling sensation rushed over your skin, and a pressure behind your eyes built until you blinked it away. The next thing you knew you were tumbling through the air, straight onto Toriel's couch and right on top of Sans. The air left his "lungs" in a whoosh, and you just lay there for a moment, a little dazed. You didn't think you'd ever get used to that.

"you okay?" Sans asked, shifting a little under you.

"Yeah," you breathed, realizing you'd just escaped what could have become a full blown mob. It had happened only once to you before– a fan got a little too grabby and had torn your dress, nearly taking the top half off entirely. The other fans in the area when crazy, some jumping to finish the job and others trying to protect you. You'd been escorted away by four guards, leaving ten more behind to deal with the mob. Apparently three amazing monsters were just as effective. "Thanks. You really are my hero." At this point you adjusted your position, resting your hands on his ribcage and then your chin on top of them. You smiled at him, thinking nothing of how close the two of you were. It just felt natural, you supposed. You actually didn't want to move, and your heart began pounding at the realization.

"y-your welcome." He stammered, looking down at you and smiling back a little as he blushed. Nothing else was said after that, and the two of you just sat while staring at eachother. It wasn't awkward or anything at, but you noticed the warmth that seemed to fill your heart as you continued to maintain eye contact, as your pulse continued to speed. After a moment of trying to figure out what the foreign feeling was, you realized you were still laying half on top of Sans, and heat bloomed across your cheeks. What you thought nothing of before, you now realized was a fairly intimate position. Your torso was pressed up against his, leaving your chin just under his collarbones. When he had shifted before it was to get his legs out from under yours, but in the end it had actually ended up putting one of your legs between his, and one of his between yours. Once your mind had analyzed the position, you grew extremely embarrassed and scrambled to get off. Which, ended with you tumbling to the floor, completely flustered. Can someone say awkward?

"are you okay?" Sans asked, a little flustered as well and surprised, leaning over the side of the couch to make sure you were okay.

"Fine." You answered, rubbing the back of your head where it hit the floor. The once natural atmosphere was gone, replaced by your awkward antics. The two of you suffered in that environment for what felt like forever, before Sans finally rubbed the back of his head and sat up.

"well, i better go back for the others." He managed to say without stuttering, sounding calm and un-effected.

"Right." You nodded, standing and patting down your hair and brushing off your pants, trying to disguise your nervousness. "I should probably call my manager and let him know what happened. Crowd control and all that."

Sans nodded, then disappeared in a second, back to the skating rink to round up the others. You hoped they were alright, but couldn't shake the resulting feelings from what just happened.

What had just happened, anyway?

Well, you knew what happened, but what did it mean? You were nervous, and flushed, and your heart was still pounding in your chest. When you first landed on Sans, you thought the position felt natural. Only after you realized how close and intimate the position was did it grow embarrassing. But... if you were completely honest, you actually were a little hesitant to move, even after you noticed how you were positioned. In the end you scrambled off, but now you were unsure of what your feelings meant.

Deciding to push those thoughts away, you pulled out your cell phone and called Chris. Though the lecture you received from Chris was enough to make you forget about what had happened earlier, you knew it would remain on the back burner in the coming days.

Author's Note~

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