You were laying in a bed. It wasn't a hospital bed, though.

You looked down and saw familiar sheets. The door opened and you saw Sans. "ah, babe!" He closed the door and walked to you. "they said you had a concussion, but not that bad of one. hell, i can't believe you did that. oh my god you're just so brave but stupid. what the fuck am i going to do with you?" He put his hand on your cheek.

"Maybe help me up so I can get some food?" You said with a bit of a scratchy voice. You cleared your throat as he got his hand off of your face. "w-well, what do you want?"

"A hot dog? I don't know." You lightly shrugged. Sans chuckled. "how about my hot dog?"

"Sans, I really don't even care at this point." You covered your face. From peeking from your hand, you saw Sans blush. "wait what do you mean you don't care?" Sans asked worriedly. "Sans, if you want to fuck me you can just... Ask, man! Hell, maybe I'm horny too! You never know." You put your hands on your stomach.

"well, if you really just want to." Sans stuttered. "m-maybe when you feel better, okay? i'm gonna go get you s-some chips." He rushed out of the room, keeping the door open.

Your head started to throb lightly, making you groan and throw your hands up and then on the bed.

EVERYTHING was uncomfortable right now.

The room was too hot, you had a bad taste in your mouth, and you were kind of tired. Not to mention you were worried about ruining your relationship with Sans for just blurting all of that stuff out without thinking about it first!

Oh gosh, I really need to get up and apologize... You threw the blanket off of yourself and pushed yourself up quickly, earning a gag. You now felt light headed. How the hell does that even work. Your arm had that weird pins and needles feeling, too. You stood up, stumbled back, and walked towards the door.

Man, is this what being drunk feels like? If it is, I'm NEVER going to start drinking.

You walked out of the room and looked around. Sans's house. I knew it. You walked down some stairs and saw a room into a kitchen. You heard a radio playing when you got close to the door frame.

As you looked in, you saw Sans rushing and grabbing random stuff and throwing them into a pot. You heard him mutter something like "maybe she'll like it, at least it isn't papyrus's spaghetti."

You stood in the doorway now. Sans turned and screamed. "holy vibrator in jail, (y/n) you scared the hell out of me!"

"Sorry, I just wanted to apologize about earlier. About the.. horny thing I said." You walked closer to him.

"no worries," Sans waved his hand. "i understand completely. you just didn't feel good." He smiled brightly. "Good," You kissed him on the forehead.

"you can sit on the couch and watch tv if you're really up for it, though." Sans went to the fridge. "Okay." You felt like vomiting, but decided that it would be a little too far.

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yay my last writing of 2016!! it's sinful, too!! AND KIND OF SHORT BECAUSE I HAVE TO DO STUFF WITH MY FAMILY ;v;

sorry that it's short hhhha.