The moon shines in the night sky, somewhat illuminating the room. The room is warm and it's a calm atmosphere.

You wake up hugging something. It smells like vanilla and burning wood.

Not even Frisk could top that.

You snuggle into what ever you were hugging. It felt warm and fuzzy.

A pair of arms wrap around you causing your eyes to shoot open.

Sans.

He's peacefully sleeping.

You have your legs wraps around his waist and his arms are wrapped tightly around your back.

He was wearing his grey turtleneck and black sweatpants. He still looked rather attractive.

Part of you yearned to stay with him but you recall what happened last time.

Well, you weren't going to get out of his grip anytime soon.

You realise that your aren't wearing Frisks hoodie. Who had gotten you dressed?

You nuzzle your face on his chest. It goes up and down as he breaths and you can faintly hear a heartbeat.

Your mind wondered how monsters could even breath and you make a mental note to ask Sans sometime soon.

You look up to see Sans' face. He was rather handsome... for a skeleton of course. You wanted to know more about this guy but you didn't know where to start.

You were confused for one.

How did you even get here with Sans?

You weren't complaining though. According to your dreams, Sans could be quite the gentleman sometimes but then there was this dominant side to him. You didn't know which one you liked more.

You could feel your heat beating quite fast.

Why did you feel this way? All Sans had done to you was make your life somewhat hell.

Maybe part of you wanted to rescue the guy you saw in those dreams.

You set your head back on his chest and wrap your arms around his body.

"Hello Y/N." Sans whispers as he brings one of his hands up to stroke your hair.

Your eyes widen at his touch and you slowly remove your head from his chest.

"Wha-"

"I know." Sans says quietly cutting your question off completely.

"But-"

"Shhh. Let's just stay like this a while longer." He whispers, shushing you.

Your lips curve into a small smile as you burrow your face into his neck.

As much as you didn't want to admit it, you liked the feeling of being her with Sans. It was warm and familiar.

You didn't understand why you wanted to stay with him anyway.

He wants to kill you.

But,

the guy in those dreams didn't want to kill you.

He loved you.

Sans was still stroking your hair and you were staring to feel more comfortable as you tightened your grip around his body slightly.

"Do your eyes still hurt?" He whispers.

"No?" You says confused.

The stinging pain in your eyes was now gone and you were extremely grateful for it.

"That's good." Sans mumbled.

His heartbeat was much faster now but he kept his breathing steady. Even though it was dark, you could see the light, yellow blush that had appeared on his cheeks.

You close your eyes not wanting this moment to end.

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As the sun begins to rise, you wake up to find yourself in your bed.

Was it a dream?

It wouldn't be hard to believe that.

Your heart sinks at the thought.

You look toward Frisks bed. His eyes are closed and his breathing is steady. His mouth is slightly open too.

He must be sleeping.

You briefly yawn before making an effort to get out of bed. Quietly, you creep past Frisk and make your way out the room.

After shutting the door carefully, you go to Sans' room to find his bed neatly made and his window open making the curtains go everywhere.

You look around and find Frisks hoodie on the piano stool. You look at what you're wearing.

Leggings and a grey, long sleeved top. That's what you were wearing last night.

Perhaps it wasn't a dream after all...

You sit on the edge of his bed, allowing the vanilla and burnt wood essence to consume you.

Your mind races with thousands of questions. Sooner or later you're gonna need answers or else your gonna break.

A good 10 minutes pass by before you stand up and walk out of Sans' room, making sure you close the door behind you.

You walk down the stairs to find Frisk sitting on the green sofa watching T.V.

"Hey." He says causally.

"Hi?" You say slightly confused.

"Gotta say, I was impressed when you tried fighting Undyne." He says before getting up and switching off the T.V.

He crosses his arms and looks straight at you with a smirk.

"Oh, that." You says awkwardly as you scratch your neck.

"I mean you didn't do much damage but if you had killed her, I wouldn't of have forgiven you." He states as he eyes your carefully. His smirk is replaced with a slight scowl.

It almost scares you.

Almost.

"But you said 'do something'." You feel slightly annoyed at the situation.

"Good thing too, or else you'd be dead."

What's up with him?

"I-"

"Forget it. Wanna have breakfast?" He asks happily as if none of it had happened.

"Sure." You reply, going along with it.

"You know, I thinker should invest on a dining table..." Frisk says as he walks into the kitchen.

"Why not use that." You say, pointing to the table with the Rock and your books.

"Then we're gonna need some chairs. I'll go out and buy some this week." He says thoughtfully.

You wander around the room before setting yourself on the sofa.

"How do pancakes sound?" Frisk asks from the kitchen.

"Yeah, that would be nice." You say back and you can already hear Frisk whisking away.

A/N: okay don't kill me.

I know I haven't updated this entire week but I've been busy with life and stuff.

And also Pokemon Go

But that's not the point.

12k???!?!?

Omg thank youuuuuuuuuuuu.

Seriously I appreciate it.

Okay things I wanna say;

1) Do you want me to make the skelebros house on the Sims 4 so I can show you how it's kinda set out?

2)I think spiders like my story because as I writing this a spider was crawling around in my bed and Jesus Christ was it scary

3) I rewrote this chapter like 5 times bc I didn't like it.

-sansisnotonfire ✨💕