Every time, waking up in the morning, it was difficult not to always expect the worst to happen these days. The younger brother out of the two skeletons normally had a more positive, bouncy view on his life, enjoying the days that went by; he loved his job and he felt lucky that he had the life that he had. But lately... It was like he was being somewhat of a cynic; he didn't like that about himself. If he wasn't able to keep upbeat at work, his friend Undyne would start to doubt him. Matter of fact he was starting to get the feeling she already was. 

It started when he came into work, looking (and feeling) somewhat tired. He hadn't slept well that night, stressing himself out of sleep with the fear that something would go horribly. While it was up to Sans to keep himself and Frisk safe, it was also his own responsibility to make sure Undyne didn't find something that gave her definite pointers towards what kind of person Sans really was, what kind of things he did. When Undyne saw him, she rose an eyebrow, instantly making feel Papyrus on edge when they came into contact with one another.

"Papyrus, you look exhausted. Are you alright?" Undyne decided to ask. A tiny part of Papyrus felt like that was a ridiculous question, considering the way she had been slightly bossing him around to always remain at her side while she was investigating Sans. Even if he didn't know anything at all, how did she expect him to stay sane when they were investigating his brother? Sighing and flashing Undyne a smile, he answered.

"YES, I'M FINE. I JUST DIDN'T SLEEP WELL LAST NIGHT, THAT IS ALL." 

"Oh. Why? Is there something on your mind?" Undyne questioned further. "Something you might want to talk about?" The fish went on to press. It was from that moment that Papyrus knew Undyne must have been suspicious of him. Just because he was Sans' little brother. It hurt, considering he and Undyne had been friends for a long time, (even though at the same time she was right to doubt him, considering he was a liar at the moment.) But it wasn't like she knew that. 

"NO, UNDYNE..." Papyrus muttered, finding it difficult to keep the annoyance out of his own voice. A strange look flickered across the fish's face, as her eye narrowed a tiny bit at his response. As he was just passing by, Mettaton noticed the tension between the two monsters. It was pretty strange to actually see the two somewhat glaring at each other. Even Papyrus; normally you saw him smiling, he always appeared so happy. But for once... He looked on edge. 

"Now come on now, darlings, you're both beautiful." Mettaton joked, interrupting the conversation the two had been happening with a flashing smile, and the fact that he had decided to place an arm across Papyrus' shoulders, while the other hand rested on his own hip as he stared back towards Undyne. "Are you two fighting? Without me?" The robot continued to tease, causing Undyne to cross her arms. 

"We were having a serious conversation, that's all." Undyne explained. 

"Well, perhaps you can end the conversation. You've been hogging Papyrus for the past couple of days. Maybe let  someone else spend time with him for a change." Mettaton pouted at his boss, who rolled her eye and scoffed, probably finding what Mettaton was saying was ridiculous, considering the robot was so clearly flirting with the skeleton. Being done with the conversation, Undyne decided to head back to the surveillance cameras, which Alphys was also watching. Relived that Undyne was no longer glaring at him, Papyrus let out a small sigh of relief.

"What was that all about? It really isn't like you two to fight." Mettaton lightly tapped Papyrus on the cheekbone, causing the skeleton to weakly smile, while also blush a light shade of orange in the process. The  tall skeleton was extremely concerned that his and Undyne's friendship was slowly starting to crumble. He felt like she was losing trust in him. Was it because he was a bad liar, and she knew something was up? Or was it just her suspicions that were pushing her forward into fighting with him?

"SHE'S... STRESSED I SUPPOSED. AS AM I, WITH THIS WHOLE THING... SEEING AS WE'RE INVESTIGATING MY BROTHER." Papyrus explained with a small shrug of his shoulders. Mettaton smiled at that, lightly squeezing Papyrus' shoulder that his hand was resting on as if to try and cheer him up a little. He was always happy to be there for Papyrus, considering how he felt about him. Seeing Papyrus so disheartened was upsetting to see. 

"You really look up to him, don't you? He must be a great person then, just like you. Though of course no one can surpass the great Papyrus." Mettaton said with a flirty wink, while Papyrus sheepishly laughed, not sure how to reply to that. The robot for one was good at making him tongue tied. They both cared about each other, flirted back and forth, but neither one had made a move. 

"YEAH... HE IS." 

While this conversation was going on between the two flirts, Sans was back in one of the training rooms, alongside Frisk. She had done some of her training with Chara and Asriel, and Sans had promised to help Frisk with using a gun. Truthfully, he didn't feel good about it at all. Funny how it was, that his whole view changed; he went from wanting Frisk to be able to use violence to become helpful, to now only wanting her to remain her sweet, usual self. If she got too comfortable with a gun... If she managed to shoot at least a couple of people with that new learnt skill... She might just become like him. It was something he didn't like  the idea of.

But he didn't have much of a choice. Frisk had made her decision, and she for once appeared pretty firm on it, instead of running away. Rather than trying to escape from the idea of holding a gun in her hand, she was standing. remaining in place as she stared back at her skeletal boyfriend. Staring back at her, Sans frowned, as he was currently holding a gun in his hand to hand to her - it was only an airsoft gun (like what they had previously practised with). He was just hesitant about letting her train. "hey, frisk... are ya sure about this?" 

"What do you mean?" Frisk questioned. Truth be told, she was nervous. Quite frightened actually to be more truthful, even if they were only using airsoft guns while wearing protective gear. But she had to get past her fears if she was going to protect her boyfriend like he protected her from the possible dangers. She no longer wanted to remain as some kind of damsel in distress while he was always getting himself in trouble for her. She never wanted to let that nightmare she had to become a reality. 

"just..." Sans started, at least until Frisk interrupted him with a small giggle, and he gave her a bewildered expression as to what she suddenly found so funny. "what? what are ya laughin' at?" He wondered, which only made her laugh some more, and he slowly began to feel his cheekbones cloud over with cyan blush in embarrassment. "come on, you're makin' me feel embarrassed now... have i got somethin' on my face?"

"No, it's not that. Though you are blushing which is adorable." She teased, seeing the blue upon his face begin to deepen at her poking comment. She shook her head, finally going to tell him what she found so amusing. "It's just... It's funny. Before you always used to get so mad with me when I wasn't capable to use a weapon. You would become frustrated, impatient... Now? You're so protective of me and you obviously want the best for me... It's cute."

"geez... just stop talkin'." Sans grumbled, telling Frisk to turn around once he had handed her the gun, as at first before practising with each other, the skeleton monster was allowing Frisk to practise with the cardboard targets first, like what Chara had once done with her in the past. With a nod, Frisk held the gun out in front of her, while Sans went to carefully hold her arms, straightening them some. "now, you're gonna wanna hold it carefully, aim... the head is a good place is you're... aimin' to kill em." Sans told her. "if not, the shoulder or the leg is a good place if ya just wanna injure them." 

"I know... I know." Frisk weakly smiled, feeling somewhat anxious. Just breathe in, and then out... In, and then out... After a moment of taking some breaths to calm her down, to stop her aim from shaking, she fired. Only to be shocked when she saw that on the target, she got a direct hit in the head. She couldn't tell whether she should be happy or horrified. But did this mean she was improving? "I did it!"

"yeah, ya did..." 

"Seriously, Sans, you're still so anxious. What is it?" Frisk frowned at him over her shoulder, seeing his face which showed what he was really feeling. And that was just dread, nervousness... How he hated to train her into someone who might have the skill to kill another person in the future. She had protected him once by shooting someone for him, and it had really shaken her up. He didn't want to see that happen to her again.

"frisk... okay... ya want my honest opinion? i hate this." He admitted, being as truthful as he could be, while her confused eyes flitted at his words. "i don't wanna turn ya into some killer. the way ya are now... you're sweet, you're carin'... ya still have your morals. i don't wanna be the guy who ruins who ya are. who destroys that innocent, lovin', wonderful girl... i just--" He was rambling on, at least until Frisk stopped him, going to take one of her hands off of her gun, just so she could try and reach around with her hand, cupping his cheekbone into it, pulling him in for a kiss.

In that moment, Sans simply shut up, shutting his eyesockets as he found himself, floating away from reality for a bit of time at the feel of Frisk's lips moving up against his mouth in a comforting, attentive, fond manor. Showing her that she adored him so, so much without having to say a single word. For a second, it was like they had both forgotten what they were talking about, and the training that they were doing. They were only focused on each other, sharing this tender moment for as long as it was able to last. Truth be told they wished such events could last like this forever. Where they could just stay linked together like this, acting together as one.

Finally pulling away, the couple softly panted. Frisk's cheeks began to burn, while Sans' blush didn't go away at all from what they had just shared. "You need to stop worrying about that, Sans... I won't ever change. Not towards you. You aren't some person who causes people to change for the worst. You aren't. You're my wonderful boyfriend. A wonderful man who I feel so favoured to have. I love you. And that's something I hope to keep saying for the rest of my life." 

"i love ya too, frisk. and i hope to be able to keep sayin' that to ya too... always." He whispered. He would never stop believing in his future with this girl who he adored so very greatly. He didn't really see himself as husband material to tell the truth if something like that was to happen. But... Maybe one day, he would be able to see himself making such a commitment, being ready for such a thing. Nervously clearing his throat, Sans continued. "a-anyway... i think we got a bit distracted... should we continue? with the trainin', i mean."

Smiling and giggling a little, Frisk nodded. "Yeah..." 

She wasn't able to remove the big beaming grin from her face.