((Update: So, as always, you guys are amazing. I hope you're loving where everything is heading. This chapter will be a bit shorter than normal, but will also have a little more... warm and fuzzy feels than the others, but I hope it'll still be just as enjoyable. There's plenty of Papyrus, so I know many of you will be happy. XD (Also, for all the Sans x Frisk fangirls out there like myself, I know you'll enjoy this. Lol!)

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Theme for this chapter for is mostly a Sans song. XD I just heard it and my mind was immediately taken to him and what's going on right now.... I hope you agree. ^^

Artist: The Eden Project

Song: Fumes

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Sans found himself having a hard time sleeping that night. Every which way he rolled, he couldn't seem to escape her scent.... It was as if it clung to every inch of fabric and simply refused to let go. She smelled of a spring rain within a meadow of flowers. After the second time he'd turned his face into the pillow with a deep inhale, Sans knew this was going to pose a problem. With that, he slid himself out of bed and walked downstairs to avoid the lingering aroma. He needed to stop thinking about her. It was she who haunted the echoes in his mind with her voice.... her smile.... Sure, he could use a reprieve from the nightmares, but this wasn't necessarily the best alternative either. This girl. This Human. What was she doing to him? And to further that question... what would happen to him when she was gone.... and not just for the night. It had been one of the main things he'd been going over and over. If he allowed himself to believe that he could get close to her, what if one day, her dreams suddenly stopped bringing her here? What if she simply ceased to be in his life? Then where would he be? How would he cope? Unfortunately, the further he delved into these thoughts, the more frustrated they made him. It wasn't as if he could avoid her. Especially if she'd be spending time with Pap. If it was one thing Sans knew for an absolute fact, it was that Papyrus would insist, thereby having her at the house. Standing in the kitchen in front of the cabinet, he leaned down and allowed his head to sink into his hands, elbows propping them up atop the counter.

Oh hell, who was he fooling? He wanted her there too. Unfortunately, fear seemed to be a constant companion, and it absolutely refused to let this go. Especially since one thing Sans knew far too intimately was loss.... All the other timelines had seen to that.

"CAN'T SLEEP?"

Sans quickly lifted his head and smirked. There stood his brother in the white pair of fleece pajamas he'd long ago written Pimp Daddy all over with a black marker, claiming that pimpin' didn't stop just because he needed to sleep. Sans snorted at the thought, remembering that Pap had actually thought that by wearing those pajamas every night, he was somehow 'recharging his swagger'. After Sans explained that such things weren't possible, his brother decided that they just looked 'more ill' this way.

"Yeah, Pap. Thought I'd maybe go for a walk and clear my head."

"NIGHTMARES AGAIN?" Papyrus said, concerned. Sans shook his head. "Nah, nothin' like that. Just... I dunno. Frustrated, I 'spose." A knowing smile seemed to creep up over Papyrus' expression like a black widow spider to it's prey. "YOU'RE THINKIN' ABOUT FRISK, AIN'T YOU?"

Before Sans could protest, defenses always getting the better of him in every situation, his brother knowingly continued. "WHY DON'T YOU JUST CALL HER?" To that, Sans shook his head. "It ain't that simple. And before ya start askin' questions, it's complicated, and I ain't goin' into it." To this Papyrus only gave him a knowing smile.

"WELL, MAYBE YOU CAN HELP A BROTHA' OUT THEN."

With that, Sans did his best to push the thoughts of Frisk to the back of his mind. He couldn't help himself right now, but maybe he could do something for his brother. "What's up?" Papyrus looked thoughtful a moment... "OKAY, SO I WENT TO THE SHOP TODAY TO COP ME SOME NOODLES, AND WHEN I GAVE THE LADY MY CHEESE, SHE LOOKED AT ME LIKE I WAS OFF MY SQUARE! THEN SHE ASKS ME WHY I'M GIVIN' HER CHEESE, SO I TOLD HER! WHEN YOU'RE BIG PIMPIN', YA SPEND CHEESE! SHE THREW MY ASS OUT AND TOLD ME NOT TO COME BACK UNLESS I HAD SOME REAL MONEY!"

Sans' body was quite literally vibrating with the laughter he was desperately trying to hold back. "Hold up... you gave her actual che-..." Papyrus immediately cut him off. "WAIT, SANS! THAT'S IT! MAYBE SHE SAID THAT BECAUSE SHE THOUGHT MY CHEESE WAS FAKE!" Unable to take it any longer, Sans burst into guffaws, doubling over as it rippled through him. "Papyrus, brah.... Please tell me this is a joke...."

Not amused, Papyrus shook his head indignantly. "NO! I'M A LEGIT BALLER! I DON'T SPEND FAKE CHEESE! AND I'M GONNA MAKE SURE THAT LADY KNOWS IT TOO!"

Recovering, Sans rose and faced his brother entirely. "Pap, spendin' cheese is just a metaphor for spendin' money. You gotta stop taking shit so literal all the time. That's why she threw you out on your ass. She probably thought you were just actin' a fool on purpose." he said with a final laugh before nudging Papyrus' shoulder. "Just go back when they open later and Munster up an apology...."

"SERIOUSLY, SANS! DON'T START..."

"But you Feta be careful...."

"SANS! I'M WARNING YOU!"

"She might Pepper Jack you in the face."

"DAMMIT, SANS! I'M GONNA KICK YOUR ASS!" Papyrus picked up the closest items to him and began whipping them one after the other at his brother. A sock. A pillow. The remote control... Anything easily accessible. He'd managed to dodge some, but that damned remote hurt like hell.... Taking that as his cue, he rounded his brother and bolted out the door just as a full box of noodles came crashing through the front window. Grabbing it, he threw it back inside and poked his head through the freshly made hole in the glass. "Looks like we're all Gouda on noodles after all!" Not even waiting around to see what Papyrus would say or do next, Sans took off like a bat outta hell, not really caring about the direction. He realized that laughter still rattled through him even as his pace slowed to a walk. Well... that was until the Save Star came into view. Staring at it a long while, Sans wondered if he was the only one, or if she had him on her mind also. He'd noticed the way her Soul responded to his, and vice versa. He'd found it really strange at first. Still did, honestly... but noted that he'd been gradually warming up to the concept. That didn't mean he'd be professing love anytime soon or anything. No... he needed to keep himself friendzoned until he knew without a shadow of a doubt that he could trust her. So he'd wait, and continue to hope that he wasn't making a huge mistake.....

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Frisk stared at her reflection, waiting for it to do something... say something. That horrible nightmare had been haunting her since the moment it'd happened, and she couldn't seem to shake it. That face... filled with such evil. It frightened her more than any horror movie ever could... A shudder wracked her form before she finally turned the mirror around, unwilling to look at it any longer.

Her mind was consumed, overflowing and yet teetering between fear and rage, unable to decide which was worse. On one hand, Frisk was petrified of her thoughts... her body... everything no longer being her own. It was that thought, and the image of Papyrus. Vibrant, animated, adorable Papyrus... reduced to nothing but dust. Yes. The very idea shot hot, raw anger flooding her veins like molten streams. If she was forced to so much as lay a finger on Papyrus, to hell with fear. She'd off herself and ensure the bitch never won.

Frisk sat herself upright. She needed something else to think about....

....or someone.

Sans' face immediately came to mind. It hadn't been the first time that night either. Funny how she'd initially thought him to be the enemy, only to find out that he may end up being the greatest aly she had. One thing Frisk couldn't get over though... Why had he called to her? Only days before, he'd killed her. Over and over in fact.... and yet it was his voice that drew her back and kept her from a fate worse than death.

Would that psycho truly be able to use her to hurt them? Did she really not have any control? Too many thoughts. Frisk felt her head sink, finally burying in the darkness of arms that wrapped snugly around her sweat riddled face. Everything was so discombobulated! She paused, train of mind halting. Was that even a word, she wondered? Or was it just something someone threw out there one day because they were too frustrated and any normal word just wouldn't suffice?

Ugh. It didn't matter.

Sans was an enigma, wrapped up in a mystery and sealed off with a question. He confused, yet intrigued her.... and the driving urge to both slap him and hug him at the same time also shoved her toward the brink of insanity.

Then there was that flutter within her when he'd blushed. Frisk smirked. She never did get to ask him about that whole 'girlfriend' thing. Hopefully tonight, she'd have time. Looking to the window, the sun was barely peeking over the horizon. It created a kaleidoscope of colors that sprayed across the sky like a splatter painting. It was rather beautiful, actually.... and it made her wonder if Sans had ever seen the sky like this.... Or at all, for that matter. She herself loved the way the stars glittered against the dark velvet ocean that was the night sky. Like diamonds floating atop it's ever still surface with the moon as its center. Maybe someday.... she hoped.