So real quick, I ate 2 burgers, 4 chicken nuggets, and 1 1/2 things of fries. I'm still hungry. I hope I'm not growing anymore right meow. Anyways.

Sans gives out a small laugh, and I punch his shoulder. "Look! It's a real problem!" I say.

"How is it a problem?" He asks, laughing again.

"Because I lied! I HATE LYING! It makes me feel horrible." I mutter with a pout.

"Well, you'll have to live with it." He says, running his fingers through my hair.

I groan, and hear shuffling to my left. I look over and see Frisk standing up and walking over to the stairs. She turns, signs something quickly, and goes upstairs. I wasn't able to read what she signed, but I heard something that made me wanna punch a person.

"FUHUHUHUHUHHUHUHUHUHUHU! WHAT DID YOU SAY BEFORE KATRINA? THAT MY SHIP WILL SINK AND BURN?" Undyne comes around the couch and grins at the two of us. "BECAUSE I SEE THAT THAT STATEMENT IS COMPLETELY FALSE!" She yells.

"I doesn't have to be." I mutter, moving so one of my ears in pressed against Sans's coat. "The ship has to sail before it can crash and burn. So, yes, your ship has sailed, but give it a few days and it will sink."

"It's okay." Sans says. "I'm buoyant."

"You might be buoyant, but at some point you'll sink."

"No need to be so shallow about it."

"I think you're digging to deep into my words." I grin up at him.

I hear Undyne groan, and walk away. "Whale, that got under her scales." Sans smiles.

"Think we went too far?" I ask before stretching out my legs.

"Probably." Sans replies, tangling his fingers in my hair.

"Oh, I wanted to tell you this." I say, suddenly remembering something. "You're very horrible at hiding you like someone. You know that?" I wink up at him. "It looks like I got under your skin."

"I don't have skin, lady." Sans retorts.

"You have a very thin lining of skin on every bone. *AUTHOR IS MAKING THINGS UP! DUN MIND HER!* So, yes. You do have skin." I say, trailing my hand over his radius.

"No we don't." Sans says with a small shiver.

"You're right. I was making that up." I grin up at him.

He rolls his eyes and I grin, yawning loudly. "Tired?" He asks.

"Bone-tired." I wink.

"Mhmm." He says, pressing his teeth to my forehead.

"So, I need to get to my room." I say, punctuating the words with a poke to the ribs. "That awkwardly kinky shit needs to happen." I poke his sternum. "And then I can sleep." I mutter.

"Or, we could just stay here and sleep." Sans says, his eye-sockets closing.

"You know just as much as I do that that cannot happen." I say sternly, before sitting up.

"Buttttttttttttttttttt~" Sans whines.

"Fine. Fine." I mutter, standing and stretching. "You can stay here. I'll figure out a way to tie myself up." I start to make my way to the stairs.

I get to the first step, and turn around, raising an eyebrow at Sans, who's still just sitting on the couch. I sigh and go up the first few stairs before a voice stops me. "Hey."

"Waz up, buttercup?" I ask, turning to look at Sans.

"Come 'ere."

"If I go over there I'm just going to have to come all the way back over here. Just talk to me from this distance, Chirst." I say, sitting down on the steps.

"But, I wanna cuddle." Sans says, in a babyish tone.

"But I need to get to my own room." I say in a sing-song voice.

One moment Sans is still on the couch, and the next he's carrying me to my room. "Then can we cuddle there?"

"No." I poke his skull. "If you stay in here, you're going to get hurt." I blink a couple of times, before a light bulb goes off over my head. "Why are you being so affectionate?"

Sans looks taken aback by my question, as he dumps me on my bed. "I-I thought boyfriends were supposed to be affectionate like this." He scratches the back of his skull.

"Who told you that? A dating book?" I ask, with a laugh.

"You're not actually that far off." He mutters.

"Huh?"

"Nothing. Nothing." Sans busies himself with getting the rope.

I stand up, grab my pajama's and go into my closet to change. After I minute I come back out, in a tanktop and a pair of short shorts. Sans's face turns a bit blue, and I roll my eyes, laying down on the bed.

Sans pulls the bandages from this morning off my wrists, and replaces them with something extremely soft, but I'm not able to see it, as he goes and ties the rope around my wrists over top the soft fabric.

I watch as Sans moves down to my ankles and sees a piece of what looks like blue silk around my ankle before getting the rope around that. "Aw, you're being s considerate." I say, and he flushes a blue.

"Sh-shush." He mutters.

I roll my eyes and after a couple of seconds Sans finishes tying me down. "Anything else you wanna do to make the readers be weirded out? Like kinky stuff." I ask him, with a wink. *Whoops. Broke the 4th wall. Sorry.*

Sans rolls his eyes and shakes his head. "No. I think we're good." He then leans down and nuzzles his teeth into my forehead. "Goodnight."

"Night, night." I say, in a sing-song tone.

He gives off a small chuckle and closes the door as he exits.

I let out a sigh and watch the ceiling, before succumbing to the darkness of sleep.

*Time Skip!*

I wake up to see that nothing in the room had move, at least to a noticeable degree. I look up to see that I had managed to break through the rope round my wrists, meaning that there was only the silk left, but that was keeping me in place. I sigh, and maneuver my wrists enough to break through the silk and then untie my ankles.

I hear the door open, and I look over to see an extremely tired Sans. I look over at him and smile a bit, standing up. He looks at me, shocked before looking at the broke rope at the head of the bed. "Damn."

"Dun worry." I state, popping my back. "Imma talk to Alphys today and see if she has any ideas for keeping my magic at bay." I look at the bracelet. "Cause I should prolly take this off soon." I mutter.

Sans nods a bit before walking over to me. He wraps his arms around my waist. His skull buries itself into my stomach. I put a hand on top of his skull and pat him. "Aw, what's wrong?"

His response is muffled, but I'm able to make out, "You were screaming... couldn't get in... blocked my way."

"What?" I ask, tugging at the back of his hood.

He pulls his face from my stomach, but doesn't look at me. "I heard you screaming. But there was something blocking my way, so I couldn't get in. It scared me. There was loud crashing sounds coming from in here too. I didn't know what to do..."

I see tears in his eye sockets, and I silently question how that works, before stooping down to his level. I wipe his cheekbones, and softly coo, "It's alright Sans. I'm alright. You're alright. Everyone is alright. Right?" He nods, and I sigh. "So there's nothing to worry about. Alright?"

His entire frame shakes as he cries. I continue to pat his back, silently questioning why he was so scared, especially if we've only known each other for what... 3 days ish? *Author now realizes that the two getting into a relationship after 3 days is insane and prolly not possible. Author realizes that this is a fanfic and anything goes in fanfiction world. Author solemnly munches on veggie straw.*

After a minute or two, Sans calms (OMFG I WROTE CLAMS AT FIRST! WHAT THE HELLLLLL!) down. He apologizes and I just shrug. "Tis kay."

After a short laugh, I get changed and we go downstairs to go eat breakfast.

ALRIGHT! I SORRY! MY MAGICARP SPLASHED ON THIS TOO MANY TIMES AND MADE IT CARP! I NEED HALP! I AM TEXTING A FRIEND AND WE ARE FREAKING INSANE. CHRIST!

I LOVE YOU GUYS! WIF ALL MY HEART! IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII WILL ALWAYS LOVEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE YOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU-I MEAN FOOOOOOOOOOOODDDDDDDDDD! ~Taba ^~^