You Are my Sunshine

By: ZairaDrayan

Part 1

You're sitting on a stool in a place you knew so well. Where the grease would just keep on comin' and the whoopee cushions would reign supreme. The funny thing was that nobody was there with you besides Grillby. He'd always keep you company, but there wasn't really much point in your conversations with him. He could tell that you were waiting for someone else. Grillby would always look in your direction whenever you mumbled his name.

"Why are you waiting here if you're looking for Sans? He does come often, but you know how many jobs that he has. Also, he lives only a little ways away from here. Why don't you visit?" asked Grillby when his last customer finally left.

You sit up in your chair and sigh. "I don't know... It'd be odd if I were to just go to his house and ask for Sans to not know what to talk about..."

"Well, Sans is a pretty random guy sometimes, so who knows? You're friends, right?" asked Grillby as he finished drying the glass cup in his hand and puts it into a cupboard. You almost laugh at his question.

"Of course! I did save the Underground! In a few weeks, we'll all get to move back up to the surface.! Ever since the announcement was made, Sans just hasn't been around. I was hoping he'd be here... I don't know if we'll be as close when we move. Well...," you explained. You didn't know why you were telling Grillby about your problems. You suddenly realize that the way you talk about Sans makes other others start rumors. Monsters were beginning to wonder about you and your odd obsession for the comical skeleton. You knew you could trust Grillby, but you still didn't know why you were talking to him about it.

Grillby seemed to read your mind and placed a bottle of ketchup in front of you. "Listen, I've gotta close up soon. However, the best way you can get closer to Sans is by hanging out with him. Tomorrow, you should take that ketchup and talk to him. I'm sure he'd be happy to be with you. Now, why don't you go home for tonight?"

You suddenly jump off of the stool and look at the clock. It was 11:00pm! You lived over in Hotland! It would take forever to get back to your house! Slowly, you turn to Grillby with an annoyed expression. "You planned this, didn't you?"

Grillby didn't reply.

Defeated, you grab the bottle of ketchup and say goodbye to Grillby. It was going to be a long night.

As you trudged through the snow, Sans and Papyrus' house came into view. You take a deep breath before knocking on the door. Footsteps came up to the door and you quickly planned out a conversation. Your heart skipped a beat when you realized that it was Sans who answered. Of course, he was still in the same hoodie and slippers as always. He looks at you with surprise.

"huh. wasn't expecting ya, (y/n). it's been a while, hasn't it?" Sans observed. You nod to answer his question.

"I guess so...," you reply.

Sans looked out at the snow that began to fall. Then his gaze drifted back to you. "so, what's up? why are you out and about in the snow?"

You take out the bottle of ketchup from Grillby awkwardly and explain. "I'm too far away from my house and if I go back now, I'll get caught in the snow... Can I possibly crash here for tonight...?" you ask hopefully.

Sans looks to the ketchup and then back at you. What was he thinking? The comedian finally replied.

"y'know, you didn't need the ketchup. you, uh, could've just asked. after all, it's the least i could do after you saved us. come on in," Sans said as he opened the door wider for you. You don't hesitate. You could tell that he had probably thought up a ridiculous door pun. When you walked through the door you saw him writing it down. You make a note to yourself. Beware of door puns.

Sans turned on a conveniently-shaped-lamp (that still looked like you!) and you flopped down onto the couch with the remote to the TV. Sans was putting the ketchup into the fridge for tomorrow and you were clicking through the channels on the television. Sans returned to the living room and sat on the opposite end of the couch.

"anything interesting on?" he asks.

You look at each of the channels and sigh. You just toss the remote to Sans instead of answering. He only continues to grin as usual.

"yeah, me too."

He just clicks off the television and throws the remote on the floor. There was a long silence before Sans finally picked up a discussion topic.

"say, i do have a couple of questions to ask. would ya mind?" he asked.

You yawned and shook your head. "Nah. Good ahead."

Sans didn't pause for a second. He just dove on into the first question. "exactly how did you get caught out in the snow at 11:00pm? you live really far away and even i wouldn't go roaming around Snowdin at 10:30 at night," Sans said.

You're curious as to why Sans asked. However, you also knew that you couldn't tell him everything. The truth would instantly reveal your feelings for him. You hadn't said it earlier, but you did actually have a huge crush on Sans. You didn't really want him to figure it out. Even so, you didn't want to lie.

"Um... I was at Grillby's. I just wasn't paying attention and lost track of the time. That's the long and the short of it," you answered. Hey, it wasn't a lie!

Sans nodded. "i guess that's understandable. another question i've had for quite a while now is why haven't we been seeing each other lately? when was the last time i saw you? the announcement about how we're moving to the surface? how long ago was that? half a month? yeah. about two weeks."

"Um...," you started. There really wasn't an answer to that question. "I don't really know..."

"you could say, i've been sorta missin' your company. nobody's been able to hang with me because they're too busy preparing for the move to the surface. tori is at the castle helpin' asgore, pap has been packing like crazy, and undyne's been helpin' alphys with the research of the surface. so, things have gotten pretty boring," Sans explained with a sigh.

With those words being said, you began to feel kinda bad for him. You scooted a little closer to try to make him feel better.

"heh. you've now discovered the true bone-liness of sans. although, i'm more interested in what you've been up to lately."

You realize that you haven't been doing much yourself. Not many people visit you in Hotland. Alphys did sometimes, but not recently.

"Well, not much has been going on for me in Hotland. Mettaton has been trying to get me to work at his resort. That's partially the reason why I came to to Snowdin, to get away from that showy peacock," you answered.

"well, that's something," Sans stated as he scooted closer. Your cheeks heat up a little and turn a dusted pink when you realized that the two of you were now really close together and next to each other. You weren't sure what to say next.

"you know, since we both have nothing to do, why don't we hang out tomorrow? i'm sure that it'll be more fun than sitting around doing nothing," Sans suggested.

You stop and think about the offer. An entire day with Sans! As hard as it was, you hid your excitement. You smile and nod. As soon as you do, you yawn again.

"you look a little tired... i have been keepin' you up a little late," Sans says as he looked at the clock on the wall.

"I guess I am a little sleepy...," you reply. Your eyelids do feel a lot heavier than they did earlier.

"you should get some sleep, (y/n). you'll need all your strength for tomorrow."

You flop into a lying down position on the couch and closed your eyes. Sans was right. You were tired. Sans stood up from the couch.

"i should be headin' back upstairs. you want a blanket or something?"he asks. He sees you nod and he takes off his coat. He throws the warm, blue coat onto you. "that good?" He sees you nod again. "welp, i'll be seein' ya tomorrow then," he told you as he warped up the stairs with his magic. You thought you heard him turn around and look back at you from the top of the stairs. You wanted so badly for him to warp back downstairs and stay with you. However, something in you told you that something like that could only happen in your best dreams. Sans went into his room and locked the door behind him. You instantly became alone.

Before you went to sleep, you looked back up to Sans' room. You whisper ever so softly, "I love you, Sans." You vainly waited for a reply that didn't come. You looked back to his jacket. It was warm and made for a great blanket. You snuggled deeper into the jacket and fell asleep with the light of the conveniently-shaped-lamp that Sans turned on still filling you with determination...