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The show was finally starting, and it was exactly what Papyrus said. They really did have every day 'human' items, from the odd trinket, to super rare vintage items and collectibles. 

The first monster had some kind of old gaming console, and it seemed to be in relatively good condition. 

Frisk wondered if they knew how to use those kinds of items. Sure, they seemed to have their own technology, as made obvious by the fact that she was watching TV. But, did they know how to set things like gaming consoles up? They clearly didn't have all the parts needed. 

One of the bidders, a female elk, had mentioned that her son would absolutely love the console, and that she's been collecting them for him from the 'dump,' or bartering to get them. She was the one who ended up winning the bid, and purchasing the console for 300G. 

Papyrus mentioned that she was a regular, appearing in almost every episode that had aired, and she would always buy video game related items for her children.

"How do they that stuff to work?" Frisk asked.

Papyrus chuckled. "WITH MAGIC, OF COURSE." She didn't seem too convinced.

"WE HAVE A FACILITY THAT PROVIDES MAGICAL ELECTRICITY THROUGHOUT THE UNDERGROUND. IT IS A LITTLE SIMILAR TO HOW HUMANS ON SURFACE POWER THEIR ELECTRONICS."

"THE POWER IS MUCH STRONGER, THOUGH. IT ALSO PROVIDES US WITH A STABLE CONNECTION TO THE OUTSIDE WORLD." 

Sans nodded.

"yup, kinda like how the the sun powers the surface. the heat from the lava in hotland kinda does the same." he added.

"RIGHT." Papyrus grinned. "SANS IS MORE FAMILAR WITH ALL THAT STUFF. WINGS TOO. BUT IT'S NOT TOO HARD TO UNDERSTAND. AND AS FOR VIDEO GAMES; IF THEY ARE MISSING A FUNDAMENTAL PIECE, IT DOES NOT MATTER SO MUCH. WITH MAGIC, AND A LITTLE PERSEVERANCE, ANYTHING CAN WORK." 

That actually kind of made sense, in a strange little way. It was interesting information, to say the least. Frisk smiled. Her mind a little more at ease knowing she could still keep tabs on what was going on up on the surface, though not that she had any real reason to. 

The idea of being able to play video games or watch TV shows like she did back on the surface was exciting. 

She wondered if the brothers had any computers or laptops, or even just a phone. She left her mobile phone at home after impulsively breaking it like an idiot.

After about twenty minutes had passed, the third monster of the day was on screen after winning another item. 

A large reptile woman had been auctioning off a pair of crutches much like Frisk's own. Frisk wondered if she too, had stolen them from the surface, or if they were just dumped somewhere like all the monsters so far had claimed everything had been.

Papyrus wasn't familiar with the concept of crutches, it seemed. He'd called them 'metal sticks,' so she pondered on the fact whether monsters really needed things like crutches or not. 

Though, Toriel and Sans seemed to know exactly what they were. 

Frisk finally felt the sudden urge to use the bathroom. It had been around two hours since breakfast, and she'd chugged quite a hefty amount of liquid in that time.

She only needed to pee, though. She hadn't really been to the bathroom since the surface, which was kind of worrying. Unless you'd count the 'explosive' event of last night with her squirting.

She squirmed around slightly, trying to ignore the fact. Yup. It was too hard to ignore. Frisk didn't want to distract Papyrus from his TV show, though. She tugged on Sans' shirt. "S-Sans..." she whimpered.

That didn't work, since Papyrus looked down at her anyway. They both did.

Sans hadn't been expecting her to say his name all of a sudden. It made something inside him thump.

Frisk looked desperate in his gaze, but he couldn't tell why. His mind was perverse, and he answered hastily. "yeah, gorgeous?"

He didn't mean to call her that. 

She didn't want to sound awkward, so stated bluntly that she needed to piss with a false sense of confidence. "I need to pee. Where's the bathroom?" She smiled.

"TINY FRISK! YOU MAY USE MY BATHROOM. IT IS THE CLOSEST DOOR AS YOU WALK UP THE STAIRS, THE ONE ON THE LEFT WITH THE SIGN ON THE DOOR. GO AND EMPTY YOUR BLADDER, I SHALL PAUSE THE TELEVISION UNTIL YOUR RETURN." 

Frisk finally climbed off of the couch. She had been sat more or less on Sans lap the entire time. He almost looked like he was pouting. Her warmth left him. "Thanks! I'll be back in a bit." 

The brothers watched her stumble a little before catching her balance, and she slowly headed towards the stairs without any walking assistance.

They looked at each other, then back at her as she got on her hands and knees and climbed up the giant set of stairs. That was hilarious. They both snickered a little behind her back.

"SANS, WHY DON'T YOU HELP HER?" Papyrus snickered.

Despite his request, or, it sounded more like a demand, both Frisk and Sans answered back to the tall, worried skeleton.

"heh, i'm sure she can manage."

"Don't worry, I-I'm fine!" She smiled.

She didn't want to be an inconvenience. Though, she was maybe, possibly a little offended at the fact that Sans had denied to help her. Maybe she wanted him to. Maybe she just wanted him to carry her up the stairs bridal style. She deserved that much.

Or, did she even want him to touch her? 'No,' was the right answer, right? 

Whatever, she sighed. Frisk reached the top of the stairs, and the two brothers continued to watch her. She was lucky the shirt she was wearing was so long, otherwise she would be exposing herself to the both of them right now. They could probably see the outline of her ass, or her underwear through the fabric. 

Frisk used the wall to help herself stand up, and approached the huge door with the sign that read ''PAPYRUS' BATHROOM, NO SANS ALLOWED!' She giggled once again, reaching the handle on her tip-toes and pushing the door inwards. 

Papyrus' bathroom was completely spotless, and everything was super sized.

 Even the individual tiles on the walls were twice the size of her hand. The toilet looked like it had never been used before. 

The skeletons had no reason to use the toilet, right? They were probably for guest use, she assumed. Or maybe, they just pissed for fun? Or maybe their piss was magic, so it disappeared. Oh. They didn't poop either, she guessed. That would be a strange thing to picture. 

Then there was the bathtub, along with the shower attachment. Papyrus was around 10ft tall, so naturally, he had an even taller shower. It was almost three times Frisk's height. 

The bath was as deep as it was wide. The biggest bath she had ever seen, since she was unconscious when Sans had bathed her yesterday. She told herself that she was definitely going to have a bath today. 

Much, much better, she thought. Drying her damp hands on the large orange towel that hung from the rack on the wall, she left the bathroom. Oh, God. Stairs! Not again! She gripped tightly onto the railing that was only slightly taller than her. 

She struggled. 

That sent alarm bells ringing to the brothers. They were both about to jump up to help her before some kind of tragedy happened, as she looked like a baby deer taking it's first steps. 

Frisk quickly gave up and promptly plopped her ass down onto the top of the stairs, sliding down each one, slowly and carefully. 

She paid no mind to the two skeletons who were most likely staring at her. It was a little embarrassing feeling their eyes on her as she had no choice but to slide down the stairs like an adventurous child. 

"Everything here is so damn big." She chuckled. 

Papyrus laughed. "YOU ARE SO STRANGE, TINY FRISK. THAT'S NOT HOW YOU USE STAIRS." He joked. He knew that she had a problem with her legs, but since she was giggling, he decided to add to the humor.

That got her to smile even more. Finally, reaching the bottom of the stairs, she made her way back towards the sofa and despite there being a clear space between the two of the brothers; Frisk found herself climbing back into the warm spot she'd left between Sans' legs. 

That surprised both of them, and Papyrus laughed at his brothers reaction. 

She was feeling so comfortable around them so quickly. It wasn't a bad thing, she told herself. She'd never really had anyone close to her other than someone who was dead, and someone who became a real monster.

The brothers appreciated it. Her trust, that was. Sans hadn't expected her to be in such a bouncy mood after the previous nights events, so it was a pleasant surprise. 

Inviting herself back into Sans grasp, she thanked them for waiting for her. Sans gave her a lazy grin, and Papyrus smiled and unpaused the television once again.

The three continued to watch, but after about five minutes of focusing on the show, Frisk felt something strange. A few phalanges slowly creeping down her waist, making their way under her long shirt. 

Oh. Fuck. 

Yup, that's exactly what she'd hoped wouldn't happen while Papyrus was right there. Of course, she tried not to bring attention to it, by staring at the TV. Yeah, she had no clue what was happening. It was kind of hard to focus.

Sans slipped his hand under her shirt, just out of his brothers peripheral vision. Frisk flinched, feeling as if her heart jump started. 

She hadn't exactly minded the gentle touching he'd been doing throughout the time they'd been conversing earlier; but this was different. His bony hands were in direct contact with her skin. Under her clothing.

Frisk fell into a somewhat stupor as his hand traveled lower and lower, exploring her body down to the waistband of her fresh panties. 

Her entire body trembled at his touch as he slipped his hand fully into her underwear, and rushed to cup her ass cheek. She let out an almost inaudible whimper at his sudden touch against her rump.

The TV may have been loud enough to block out any tiny whimpers that may have left Frisk, but they were coming from two different directions. She kept glancing back at Papyrus to see if he'd notice, but he didn't. Not yet. He was completely mesmerized by whatever human product was being auctioned off. 

Sans, however, had the most shit-eating grin plastered across his smug face. His eyes were focused on the TV as he fondled the woman beneath him. His hands continued to slide further, reaching underneath her ass and coming into contact with her most delicate area. 

His entire hand was under her, and she was more or less sitting directly on top of it. His phalanges began rubbing against her clothed clit in smooth circles, causing an instant jolt in her body.  

There was an initial squeal, but then nothing. She tried her darndest to stay silent, and she did for the most part as his fingers worked their way against her sensitive little nub. 

It felt amazing.

Despite the unsuspecting audience, Frisk found herself becoming aroused at the sensation of being touched. She felt complacent, and the stimulation was working it's way up there. 

Every few seconds, she'd twitch and gaze at Papyrus. Her grip tightened on the fabric of Sans' sweatpants as he increased his speed. She couldn't keep up with him, and let her voice spill ever so slightly. 

"Oohhh..." She croaked, as beads of sweat trickled down her forehead. 

That wasn't good. Papyrus turned straight to her, only to be met with an unfamilar demeanor from her. She was cherry red, and looked as if she had some kind of fever. Sans didn't stop his little endeavour, only continuing to abuse her clit despite knowing his brother was watching.

"FRISK?" Papyrus whispered. 

Oh fuck. Fffffuck! Fucking perverted asshole! Frisk cursed in her mind, trying to close her legs together tightly to force Sans to stop, but that did nothing. 

"ARE YOU ALRIGHT? YOU DON'T LOOK TOO GOOD!" He was clearly worried. 

Frisk nodded, "Mmm--hh f-fine, j-just fine!" She lied. 

"think she needs another glass 'a water, paps... couldja get her one?" He grinned, finally speaking up while simultaneously picking up the pace. 

Her toes curled, and she felt herself nearing her edge so quickly.

"A GLASS OF WATER IT IS!" He stood up, not bothering to pause the TV, and headed towards the kitchen.

Now it was time for Sans to work his magic.

He vigorously massaged her clit until it felt like it was burning.

Papyrus hadn't even made it into the kitchen yet. Frisk almost lost focus in her eyes as she watched each step he took towards the kitchen, until he finally disappeared into the other room.

"P-Please..." She whispered, getting further and further to the edge. 

He leaned in, not stopping his forceful movements. "please what, baby girl?" he whispered back into her ear, causing her to moan lightly at his hot breath against her skin.

"F-Fuuuck! P-Please, I...I-- Oooh!" She couldn't let out a coherent response, but her reaction was enough for him.

The sound of Papyrus opening a cupboard indicated that he had not yet filled up a glass, so there was still time to let her come. 

 Her head fell back and she gazed up at him with hooded eyes, her expression was completely disorented as he quickly sent her over the edge. 

Her legs shot up as she came hard. Her entire body convulsed, and she bit down on her lip; holding her breath to desperately silence herself from screaming. 

Yet again, her face was drenched in tears and sweat. She slumped backwards, barely conscious from the ordeal. It was unlike any orgasm she had before, even compared to last night.

She was forced to cum in such a short period of time, otherwise she would've been caught with her legs spread, being essentially masturbated by Sans in front of Papyrus. 

Before she even had a chance to get her thoughts in order, Papyrus returned from the kitchen to find her as a twitching mess on his brothers lap. 

Sans looked elated, as he held the spasming girl in his arms, and turned to Papyrus, giving him a cheeky wink.

"SANS! WHAT DID YOU DO TO THE HUMAN!?" He yelled, walking back towards the two with a tall glass of water in his hand. He probably wanted to give his brother the benefit of the doubt, so didn't assume what had actually just happened.

Frisk was too dizzy to even notice that Papyrus made it back into the room, let alone his booming voice. He crouched down and tried to hand her the glass over water but she was completely out of it.

Papyrus set the glass on the floor and hastily lifted Frisk off of Sans lap, causing her to be jolted back to her senses. 

She didn't want him to see her like that. She didn't want him to see how dirty she was. Her thoughts were full of nothing but lust. 

Frisk quickly pulled herself out of his arms and reached out towards Sans, who accepted her back into his, to his pleasant surprise. It was maybe a little overwhelming to have Papyrus touching her too when she was in that mindset. 

She was soaked, not only in sweat but her underwear were far from dry. 

She wrapped her arms around Sans as she tried to focus her breathing. She had no idea why, but strange feelings other than lust kept coming back to taunt her. Frisk was Sans' more than willing little victim. 

"FRISK. ARE YOU ALRIGHT? YOUR FACE IS A STRANGE COLOR." Papyrus interrupted her train of thought.

Frisk was a little startled, but she looked back up at Papyrus and nodded with a gentle smile.

The look of worry soon disappeared from his face, and he smiled back before reaching down to pick up the glass of water. He handed it to Frisk, and she knocked it back immediately. 

That was probably the most rejuvenating glass of water she'd ever had. So cold, so clean and so fresh. She couldn't stop the little moan that escaped her as her lips pulled away from the rim of the glass. "Thank you!" She beamed once again, trying to act as casual as possible.

"I WAS A LITTLE WORRIED THAT MY BONEHEAD BROTHER HAD DONE SOMETHING TO YOU." He joked, though not without giving the smug older brother a very unimpressed look. 

"heh. nah, i've been takin' reeeal good care of her. don't worry bro." he grinned.

Frisk had finally calmed her breathing, and gained her confidence back. She tried once again to block out strange little feelings that her silly brain had come up with. The feelings that were growing increasingly the more she was around Sans. 

Now would be a good time for that bath, she told herself.

"Papyrus, do you think that I could use your bathroom? I uh, I'm really sweaty. I-If that's alright with you." She asked nervously.

Papyrus nodded to her. "OF COURSE! WOULD YOU LIKE ME TO RUN IT FOR YOU?" He offered.

But before she had the chance to answer, Sans spoke up. "nah. paps. she can use my bath. it's smaller, might be safer for her." He asserted.

Whatever, she thought. It didn't matter which. Frisk didn't really care which bath she used. She just wanted to clean herself, though, she wasn't sure she could manage without her crutches. Her body felt a lot weaker than it did before Sans decided to pull his little stunt.

"OH, YES! THAT MAKES SENSE, BROTHER!" Papyrus didn't argue with his logic.

She certainly wouldn't make it to the bathroom on her own, though. She needed her crutches.

Papyrus was still knelt down in front of the two of them, so Frisk reached her hand out towards him slowly.

"Do you think you could, uh... help me stand up?" She laughed. How embarrassing.

Papyrus did not hesitate in the slightest, and picked her up like a baby. 

"O-Oh! That works too!" She giggled. "I just need my crutches. They're under the table." She pointed to where they had sat down to eat a few hours ago.

"ya don't need em. i'll take her paps." Sans said, finally sitting up and stretching before standing up beside his brother.

He nodded. "IT'S A MIRACLE, TINY FRISK! SANS IS ACTUALLY HELPING FOR ONCE! NYEH HEH HEH." and handed her down to his brother. 

She felt like an object being passed around. All the man-handling had her feeling a little dizzy. She let them do whatever they wanted, though. It didn't matter, as long as she ended up in the bathroom where she wanted to be.

"psh. i bathed her yesterday paps. give me some credit here." 

"INDEED. YOU'VE ALMOST REDEEMED YOURSELF AFTER YOUR FIRST ENCOUNTER WITH HER. NYEH HEH!" He joked.

 "DO YOU NEED ANY ASSISTANCE, TINY FISK?" He offered, and Frisk giggled. "In the bath?" She asked, and Papyrus nodded. 

"YES. THE GREAT PAPYRUS IS MORE THAN WILLING TO HELP YOU CLEAN IF YOU ARE TOO WEAK TO MANAGE YOURSELF." 

Frisk giggled even more. "N-No, I don't think so. I think I can manage." She smiled. He was too pure. 

Papyrus nodded once again, and wished her a good bath. He offered to keep the TV paused until her return, but she told him that he could continue without her. 

So he did.

Papyrus sat back down and unpaused his show, as Sans carried a weary Frisk up the stairs.

Being carried around was becoming way too familiar, she thought. 

Oh, and then it dawned on her. She was once again, alone with Sans. 

He didn't take her into the bathroom, though. He took her into his bedroom.

Sure, she wanted to go in there anyway to get her stuff. Toiletries, spare clothes and whatnot. "Sans?" She asked. She really didn't want him to do anything else to her. She was tired, and just wanted to have a nice cold bath. 

Oh, and that begs the question as to why the hell he thought that would be a good idea in the first place. Especially in front of his brother. 

"yeah?" he answered casually. 

"Why'd you go and do that for?" She pouted, nervously fiddling with her hands. 

Frisk felt awkward when she was alone with him. Part of it felt good, but at the same time not really. 

In the back of her brain somewhere, perhaps the more creative and emotional side, was telling her that she secretly wanted to be alone with him. Then the more rational side of her brain was screaming at her to hurry up and just escape into the bathroom to clean up the mess he had caused.

"do what, sweetheart? gotta be more specific than that." He snickered, clearly proud of himself.

He was chosing to be blissfully ignorant. He probably wanted her to say something along the lines of, 'why'd you rub my pussy and make me come when your brother was right there?' maybe that would boost his ego, even if he didn't really have a logical response but. She decided to just not ask anything.

She scoffed lightly, "You can put me down now. I just need to get a few things." She tried to wiggle her way out of his arms and gather her thoughts.

The idea of a bath was more and more inviting as she cleared her mind from his perverse nature. She managed to focus her attention on what type of soap she wanted to use. 

He set her down onto his bed, and her thoughts once again ran wild. Oh God, she thought. The bed where he'd taken her. Fuck. She'd enjoyed it. 

He complimented her so, so much. His voice was... no, his voice is so soothing. So rough, but so sweet. 

Frisk began to ask herself in her mind if she was weird for finding his company to be somewhat enjoyable after what he'd did. Or, more importantly, she questioned why the hell she enjoyed it so much. 

Sure, it felt good. But wasn't sex supposed to be like, something you do with someone you love? 

Her bewildered mind was immediately seized by the sudden cramp in her leg.

Her scepticism of the skeleton and his lewd actions against her had dissipated, leaving her with the agonizing realization of how badly her body ached. 

She felt like she had pulled a muscle or something. She had tensed her legs too tightly at the height of the orgasm she had just a few minutes prior.

"God, my fucking calve hurts! This is all your fault, you know?" She grouched.

Sans just chortled proudly. There it was again. That fiesty minx that he brought out in her at their first meeting. God, he loved it. He loved nothing more than that side of her being knocked down a few pegs. 

He loved her outbursts, because it gave him more reason to relentlessly torment her into submission again. 

"sounds like a you problem, sweetheart." He chuckled darkly as he threw her backpack to her. He wanted to tease her. He had let his guard down before when her soul was on the brink of extinction. 

He was almost too nice to her, or so he thought. Though, he couldn't deny the fact that he had been genuinely worried when she started throwing up all over the place and remained unconscious for hours.

Sans was already seemingly infatuated with the human girl. Or, maybe that was just his dick talking for him. He couldn't remember the last time he had been so expressive and heartfelt when it came to his one night stands, and he certainly couldn't remember the last time he had popped a girls cherry, if ever.

Usually he'd just sit back and let the female monsters do all the work, either hiring out brothel workers for the night; or just had casual flings with a monster or two that frequented his favorite bar. Or on the rare occasion, sharing one female with his younger brother. Now that was a treat.

Frisk growled at his cruel come back, and snapped at him once again, but ended up fumbling it out nervously. 

"W-Whatever then! Fuck! If you don't take responsibility then don't bloody do... t-those kinds of things to me...!" 

Aww, he thought. He couldn't help but chuckle at that. She was such a mess. She couldn't even stay angry, and now she's just embarrassed to talk about it? Humans are so strange, he thought.

Frisk was young, though. Probably too young. 

Much too young for him. 

"aww, don't getcha panties ina bunch, dollface. i'm jus' teasin." He leaned down in front of her and she pouted like a child not getting her own way.

It was as she theorized. All of the endearing pet names were flooding out of him the moment they were alone again. Was he really embarrassed to call her that in front of his brothers? His voice was so sickly sweet despite how raspy and deep it was.

"heh. where does it hurt, 'lil lady?" He cooed, as he lifted up her tiny, sickly thin leg and pushed the ankle lengthed shirt above her knees.

God, his touch sent shivers down her spine, and not in the bad way, either. Not at all. 

She couldn't resist him whatsoever. Oh, but she could. Not because she wanted to, but because she yet again felt another deplorable feeling overcoming her, in the form of an agonizing migraine.

One of those disgusting migraines where it took over one complete side of your face with a throbbing, almost like a hammering feeling. She could barely acknowledge the fact that Sans was gently massaging her calf muscle. 

She wailed out in pain, and he quickly stopped, thinking that he'd hurt her.

"My fucking head hurts so much. It's just one fucking thing after another, and I'm so sick of it. I'm so sick of this." She wept, covering her face as she sobbed. 

Sans expression wavered, and he looked at the forlorn girl with pity and slight regret. Any perverse plans he had for her had abandoned him, and he was left with a new found obligation to help her feel better.

He scooped her up gently without warning as she just cried.

"you wanna lay down for a bit? take a nap? the bath can wait. i'll getcha some more water, alright princess?" He spoke hushedly as he held her. He peeled back the thick duvet before placing her down with the utmost care,  lowering her aching head onto the pillow.

"d'ya think any of those pills ya got in that backpack of yours'll do anythin 'bout the pain?" 

God, there it was again. This skeleton was confusing, and she found herself becoming more and more attached to his soft side.

Frisk let out a tiny chuckle. "Y-Yeah. I have some pain killers in my bag." She smiled, but it quickly turned into a frown as the headache grew worse and attacked both the left and right side of her cranium.

Sans rummaged through her back pack and pulled out every drug he could, then proceeded to read each one aloud.

"sevredol, huh. film-coated... yada yada..." He mumbled to himself, turning the box to read the CMI summary. "chronic severe pain. mmm. wait,  cancer? " He froze.

"I-I don't have cancer, don't worry." She told him, and a sigh of relief left him. "Those are just the strongest pain killers I could find in my dads stash. I need them more than he does. He's probably just try to overdose on them, anyway." Frisk mentioned bitterly.

He nodded. 

"D-Didn't know... it was a monster thing too... guess our diseases aren't too different after all... It's actually one of the biggest killers we have, sadly." She whispered in response.

"it's... pretty rare here... frienda' mine had it." He added.

"I'm sorry..." 

"don't be, heh. he's still kickin'." He threw the box of pills onto her lap and stood up. "i'll getcha some more water." 

Frisk hadn't felt anything like what she felt around her new 'companion.' She didn't even know what he was to her.

Their first meeting was rather aggressive, but she ignored that. Not to mention that he pushed her seemingly to her death but he apologized, right? He did it to protect her. Those were red flags, but she didn't seem to recognize that all too well.

Her self-esteem had reached an all time low after the last one sided argument she was forced to endure from her father. 

Frisk was emotionally vulnerable behind her forced rebellious façade.

She was an incredibly forgiving person, which is why she stayed with her abusive father as long as she did. 

She smiled at him. "T-Thank you for this..." 

⁂

The meek girl lay alone in the ginormous bed, almost dozing off as the time passed.

Sans had taken quite a while to get her that glass of water, but he finally returned a few minutes later with a glass in hand. 

"heh, you still awake? sorry. had to talk to paps." He whispered as he crept into his room.

Frisk opened her eyes at the sound of his soft tone, and gave him a slight nod.

He quickly sat down beside her resting body, still towering over her tiny frame, and handed the glass over. 

"Thanks..." She smiled, taking the glass and setting it down between her thighs as she fumbled around with the box of pills, taking one out and popping it into her mouth. 

She took a quick swig of the liquid to wash the pill down, then proceeded to take another small sip and savoring the rest, she handed the glass back to him to set down on the small nightstand beside his bed.

She then gestured once again for her backpack, and he placed it down into her lap, and she delve through her belongings to pull out a few bottles. 

A vanilla milk and blueberry scented shampoo, a creamy coconut conditioner, a jojoba oil and seaweed extract body wash, and an unopened small cardboard box that contained a poppy-seed and sea salt soap bar. 

"I think a bath will be better than laying here waiting for the pain to fade. It'll give me somethin else to focus on other than the pain, I guess." She looked up at him.

"yeah, guess yer right. want me to run it for ya?" He offered, and she shook her head to tell him 'no,' and lifted her arms up. 

"Just help me, alright?" She giggled, and he chuckled as he helped her out of bed, carefully letting her onto her feet. 

The two then headed through the door and back out into the hallway. Frisk forced her sore calves to move on their own, following right behind the skeleton who was double her stature.

Sans opened the door to his bathroom, and... well, it was a lot different than Papyrus' bathroom. 

Sure, it was 'fairly' clean, for the most part. Aside from the floor, which was once again littered with dirty towels, clothing, tissues and socks. It smelled pretty awful. A mixture of her sour smelling vomit from yesterday still lingered, and an all too familiar smell of alcohol that reminded her of how her once treasured mother's room came to smell of because of her father. 

Why in the bathroom of all places would it smell like alcohol? His bedroom just smelled like a wispy musk of sweat, and a tittle of what reminded her of the fruity rolling papers her mother would use when she would occasionally smoke. 

He didn't really seem to care about how messy his rooms were, though. She didn't mind, either, other than the smell. It wasn't like she ever kept her room all that clean when it came to things like clothing. 

"heh. you'll have to get used to the mess. i ain't one for cleanin' up." Sans proudly stated, which made Frisk chuckle lightly.

At least the bathtub was clean. That's all that really mattered. She set down her various self care products on the side of the huge tub, and made her way to the faucet to familiarize herself with the dials.

She planned to use the shower first, to properly clean herself and wash her hair, then she would fill the tub after to relax her aching muscles. 

This was Frisk's first time in a combinated shower and tub. Usually she would start by slowly filling the bath, then getting into the seperated shower to sit down on the wall mounted chair that had been implemented for her mother, as she couldn't stand for too long. 

Frisk would scrub herself clean and then get straight into the nice warm bath. 

This arrangement was more awkward. She'd be forced to stand, or at least, to sit as the 'way-too-high-up' as she'd put it,  shower rain down on her. 

She sighed. That seemed like a hassle. She didn't want to be a bother, so she scrapped that plan altogether and just ran the bath. The sudden burst of the strong water pressure screeching through the tap made her falter, and her migraine began to pound.

Sans noticed her distress. "you alright, doll? head hurtin?" He asked, and she just nodded instantly, clearly upset by the remaining pain.

"Hah. Those pills are supposed to instantly relieve the pain. Maybe I've become too tolerant that they don't want to work anymore." She sobbed, rubbing her eyes as she watch the steaming water slowly fill the bottom of the deep tub.

"maybe ya won't need em... ya know, our food has healin' properties. might work for your migraine." he revealed.

"Healing?" She thought aloud.  "Like magic?"  

He nodded, and then it finally made sense as to why her frostbite had cleared up so quickly.

"yup. get in ya bath n' i'll go fetch ya somethin for when ya get out. you want a burger?" 

A burger sounded divine. It had been a few hours since breakfast, and Frisk's new found appetite saw no end in sight.

She wanted to pig out, even when she wasn't hungry. She told herself that she'd eat a lot slower, though. Breakfast didn't exactly last long, but she was starving.

"That sounds really good... Thank you." She smiled. 

That smile was precious, Sans thought. He wanted to see it more. So genuine, so beautiful.

He leaned forward and almost teased her with a kiss, but stopped mere inches away from her face to watch her reaction.

Oh FUCK. She screamed in her mind. He was way too close. She stumbled backwards, but he caught her. That only caused her to freak out more. 

Frisk let out a tiny rasped gasp, and grabbed onto his arm. 

God his arm was thick. The hot water vapors in the air had already been making her feel slightly groggy, not to mention the incredibly strong morphine pain killers she taken. 

A part of her just wanted to fall into his embrace and doze off, but the godawful migraine she was experiencing didn't want that for her. 

"heh... need any help gettin in the tub?" He mocked.

"No way!" She pouted, almost offended. "J-Just go get me that burger! I want a drink too!" She demanded, albeit shyly. She was comfortable enough around him to 'jokingly' order him around. 

He purred in response to her demand. Such a tiny thing, with such a big attitude, he thought. "heheh... you got it, girlie." His eyes never left hers. "any drink preferences?" He leaned in a little too close, and Frisk ended up snorting in his face. 

"Pffft!" She giggled. He was too good at this flirting stuff, and she pushed him away weakly. "J-Just get me a Pepsi!" 

He let go of her carefully, making sure she regained her balance beforehand. "alright, sweetheart. i'll be back soon." He brushed his phalanges through her hair. It was kind of knotty, and his finger got pretty stuck.

The two shared a chuckle together. "hehe. if ya start ta drown, paps is just downstairs." He joked before heading back towards the door and leaving. He made it sound as if he were leaving the house, so he was most likely getting some kind of take-out. That sounded great. 

Sure, the pancakes and bacon were divine, but she couldn't wait to taste that burger. She needed the red meat, as it was absolutely essential to her diet. She lacked the iron in her body.

The bath was barely even a quarter of the way full, since it was so large.

Frisk slid out of her long shirt and climbed up into the tub carefully.

Taking a step in, the water was incredibly cool and inviting, and she let herself down to sit into the shallow pool. She smiled to herself as she began to relax. 

⁂

A little while had passed since Sans left. Probably a few minutes. She didn't exactly know where he was headed, or when he'd be back. She wondered what kind of take-out places the Underground had. 

The monsters seemed to have a lot more in common with humans than what she'd expected, despite the fact that the two races weren't exactly familiar with each other all that much. 

Papyrus had mentioned that they had a 'stable connection to the outside world.' Frisk wondered if some monsters really were familiar with humans. She laughed at the sudden imagery that popped up in her head of some random monster catfishing a human on some kind of human dating site. 

Or maybe, monsters just weren't as interested in humans as humans would be with them.

The water was great.

Not too warm, but just the right temperature to let loose and relax in.

So she did just that.

She had been sitting on the edge of the tub with her toes barely reaching into the water, and as soon as she could dip her foot in, she removed her underwear and slowly slid down the side of the giant tub. 

She exhaled loudly at the ever so delightful feeling of cool water coming into contact with her skin, and she instantly stretched her entire body out and settled herself down into a fowler's position against the back of the tub. 

She hummed as she adjusted to the warmth around her, the opiods finally starting to take effect.

She was right about her tolerance, though. Her body was starting to get used to them as she took them in small doses. This was her third box of Sevredol in just over a month. She told herself that she needed them, as the migraines and painful cardiac symptoms were a common occurrence in her days. 

The water was up to her hips.

The tub took a lot longer to fill than any regular human tub, due to the size, so it was a slow process. 

Frisk sat up a little, reaching up to grab her exfoliating soap bar. She took it out of the cardboard packaging and brought it towards her face to inhale. 

No surprise there, it smelled like almost nothing. A hint of the cardboard lingered, and an ever so subtle citrusy smell. The tiny poppy seeds were rough, both cleansing her skin and removing any dead cells. 

The found of the bath running was becoming more and more soothing as her headache faded.

She continued to hum. One of the songs that came to her mind was 'Toy Soldiers' by Marika.

A song that her mother would play when Frisk was younger. One of Frisk's favorite songs, and a song that became all the more daunting as she grew older, as her father had become addicted to drugs.

Frisk sang lowly, as the water ran. 

It wasn't my intention to mislead you,

It never should have been this way.

What can I say?

She breathed softly as the lyrics escaped her. 

It's true,

I did extend the invitation

I never knew how long you'd stay

When you hear temptation call

It's your heart that takes

Takes the fall

(Won't you come out and play with me?)

Her angelic voice chanted, and her pitch hightened as she preparedto belt out the chorus. Her headache was gone. Her singing was an emotional release. She teared up as she performed in front of no one. Her voice was ethereal. It was a hidden talent.

She learned from the best, of course, being her mother. She would sing to Frisk every night with her soft brogue accent.

Step by step,

Heart to heart

Left, right, left

We all fall down

Like toy soldiers

Bit by bit

Torn apart

We never win

But the battle wages on

For toy soldiers

After she had finished the chorus, a small yawn escaped her. She felt a little drowsy. The water now hot, and up to her chest as she sat. That, along with the morphine and energy into her singing, made her feel dizzy. 

She swayed back and forth before scooting forward to switch off the hot water, replacing it with an even stronger surge from the cold tap.

Instant relief.

Nothing felt better than adding cold to bath that was getting a little too hot.

It's getting hard to wake up in the morning

My head is spinning constantly

How can it be?

How could I be so blind to this addiction?

If I don't stop

The next one's gonna be me

Only emptiness remains

It replaces all

All the pain

(Won't you come out and play with me?)

Knock, knock.

The door. Who could it be? Was Sans back already? 

A few more knocks. "LITTLE FRISK." 

Oh, it was Papyrus. 

"CAN I COME IN?" He suddenly asked. 

It was a surprising request, and she was apprehensive. But Papyrus was such a sweetheart. 

"Of course!" She said, preparing to cover her tiny nude stature with her arms.

The water was above her chest, so she didn't really have to cover much aside from that. Frisk sat with her legs crossed, and she crossed her arms trying to cover her sizable breasts.

He opened the door slowly and entered the bathroom.

"AS USUAL, SANS BATHROOM IS A COMPLETE MESS." 

Frisk just giggled, wondering why he was even in there in the first place.

Papyrus just took a seat on the closed lid of the toilet, and turned to Frisk.

"YOUR SINGING IS QUITE SOMETHING, LITTLE FRISK." He complimented with a large smile.

She gave him a sheepish smile in return, leaning and pushing herself against the side of the tub to try and cover her body some more.

"T-Thank you..." 

She was proud of her gift, but quite timid by the fact that he had heard her singing, nontheless, she was flattered.

"YOUR VOICE IS VERY PLEASANT." He added.

"MY MOTHER WOULD SING TO ME WHEN I WAS YOUNGER. WHEN I HEARD YOU, IT REMINDED ME OF HER. NO ONE HAS SANG IN THIS HOUSE IN A LONG TIME." He admitted dolefully.

Quite the common theme. Both of their late mothers would sing to them. That's just what mothers did.

Frisk gave him a consoling smile. 

"Mine would too. She had the voice of an angel. I bet your mother did, too." 

Papyrus nodded desperately. 

The water was getting a little too cold, so Frisk turned the taps off fully, leaving the room silent until Papyrus spoke again.

"ANYWAY..." He seemed nervous, like that was all he really wanted to say.

"HOW IS YOUR BATH? SANS TOLD ME YOU THAT YOU MIGHT DROWN. SO I AM HERE TO MAKE SURE YOU DO NOT." 

Sans probably didn't think Papyrus would actually come into the bathroom. He most likely only teased his younger brother about it before he left. 

Frisk let out a small chuckle. 

"The water feels great. It's so relaxing, I could just fall asleep." She laughed.

"THAT DOES NOT SOUND VERY SAFE, NYEH HEH HEH." He teased.

"I'M GLAD THAT YOU ARE FEELING BETTER." 

Frisk just smiled, and nodded her head slightly as to say thank you to the kind giant.

He noticed the three bottles on the side of the tub, and reached out to grab them, taking a closer look at the human products.

That's right, they were skeletons after all. 

They probably had no use for body wash since, well, they were made of bones, and clearly had no need for shampoo or conditioner. 

Papyrus popped open the lid for one of the bottles he picked up. It was the shampoo. He brought it up to his nasal cavity and inhaled. To his surprise, it smelt absolutely divine, and he was taken aback. 

"WOWIE!" He gasped.

"...FRUITY!" 

Frisk let out a cackle. "It's blueberry scented. It's for my hair." She smiled, gently tugging on the ends of her dry, ash-brown hair. "It'll make my hair nice and soft." She giggled.

She kind of wanted to just cut it all off, though. She hated her long hair. Her father would never let her, though. She already tried that once.

Now she could, though.

"AH, TO HAVE HAIR..." He chaffed, as Frisk let out another small chuckle. 

"...OR FUR!" 

He set the bottle down onto the toilet seat between the large gap between his femurs, and proceeded to tug off his large gloves with his teeth.

Frisk watched him perplexedly, as his glove fell to the floor, and he picked the bottle back up. He squeezed the bottle, and the thick, tiffany blue liquid oozed out onto his hand.

He tried to close his phalanges together, but the floral fluid seeped through his metacarpals. 

Frisk tilted her head slightly at his sudden activity, but was left dumbfounded at his next move.

He brought his hands up to his skull, slathering it onto his parietal bone, and lathering it into himself with a chortle.

"NYEH HEH HEH! I WONDER IF MY BROTHERS WILL NOTICE HOW PLEASANT THE GREAT PAPYRUS SMELLS NOW!" 

Frisk burst out laughing uncontrollably, as he continued to lather the frothy suds on his cranium. He was happy that he could make her laugh. All of her anxieties had been flushed away, and the two basked in each others laughter.

"You're gonna smell like a girl, Papyrus!"

"NYEH HEH, THAT I SHALL, TINY FRISK." He smiled.

"I WOULD... BATHE WITH MY MOTHER WHEN I WAS YOUNGER..." His voice quietened slightly, with another sad looking smile.

"SHE LOVED TO USE FRAGRANT SCENTED THINGS, DESPITE, WELL... US NOT HAVING THE NEED TO CLEAN, SINCE WE DON'T HAVE SKIN OR FUR." 

Papyrus just seemed like he really wanted to talk to someone. He found comfort in confiding with his new human friend, as he knew she had been through a similar experience. 

Frisk just gave him another reassuring smile. 

"Well, you can use my body wash and shampoo as much as you want! Let's smell like girls together!" She teased playfully, bringing back his warm smile.

Papyrus didn't get much of a chance to discuss his grief with his two elder brothers, as they would rather not talk about it. They all struggled and coped in their own ways. 

Unlike his two brothers, he was an extreme extrovert, and enjoyed talk-focused support. Frisk never really had the chance to talk to anyone about her struggles, so she didn't know whether she was more introverted or extroverted when it came to coping with grief. 

She didn't realize that until the casual conversations she had with Papyrus. She enjoyed talking about the positive memories from her childhood, and so did he. 

The two continued to talk for a while. They would speak about their mothers, and how much they missed them. They knew that life didn't go on forever, and they both shared how they had overcome their grief. 

Everyone experiences grief differently, they agreed on. Papyrus mentioned that he rarely spoke to his brothers about their mother anymore. He sighed, giving her a tiny shrug. 

Wings would listen to Papyrus when he would occasionally bring up their mother in a casual conversation, and he didn't seem to mind. He would smile, and agree. Papyrus would mention things like 'mom loved that,' or 'mom would be proud!'

Sans, on the other hand, never came to terms with the loss. He'd always avoid talking about it, or even listening to anything said about her. He struggled. 

She mentioned that at first, it took her an incredibly long time to come to terms with her own mother's death. Papyrus agreed. It was something no child should have to experience, but life just wasn't fair in that regard. 

"Smile, baby!" She sang, noticing Papyrus' tiny frown.

"Those were my moms last words." She chuckled ruefully. 

Papyrus smiled, and the two continued, onto a lighthearted discussion.

Frisk was scrubbing herself more, the soap bar slowly softening from use, as she continued to converse with Papyrus.

She eventually dipped her head under the water, which at first startled Papyrus, but she quickly came back up after soaking her hair, and she then gestured for the shampoo. 

She lathered a good amount into her wet hair, and scrubbed as hard as she could. She became completely oblivious to the fact that she was naked in front of him, but he didn't bother to pay attention to that part.

⁂

Sans opened the front door, finally returning from the snowy outdoors, to find the TV was left unpaused, and his brother was no where to be seen.

He held two small brown paper bags in his hand, a little grease stained, and a cardboard beverage holder in the other hand, with three medium-sized paper cups. He called out for his brother.

"paps? where'd ya go?" He yelled, kicking off his sneakers and sliding back into his usual pink slippers.

Papyrus and Frisk were startled, but were instantly relieved at the return of Sans. Frisk remembered how much she craved that burger. 

"IN YOUR BATHROOM, SANS. I AM WITH TINY FRISK." He yelled, as Frisk continued to massage her scalp.

Papyrus still had a few bubbles on his head, and his scarf was a little wet. 

Sans brow furrowed, as he crept towards and entered the bathroom that was getting a little over occupied.

"watcha doin, paps?" He asked, before turning to the soapy mess that was Frisk. 

His eyes widened when he realized that she wasn't even covering herself. Her breasts were on full display as she held her hands above her head, rubbing her fingers through her hair. 

She met his gaze and quickly decided that was a good time to finally cover herself, and her face turned a deep crimson. A smug grin crept onto his face. 

"YOU TOLD ME TO MAKE SURE TINY FRISK DOESN'T DROWN... ALSO, I WAS DRAWN IN BY HER VERY PRETTY SINGING." He responded proudly, and she turned away sheepishly at his compliment in front of his brother.

"singin' huh? sounds cool. wus' that on yer uh... head, paps?" 

"SHAMPOO." He grinned.

Sans turned to Frisk once again, raising his brow as to say, 'what have you done to my bro?' before letting out a hefty chuckle.

"don'tcha mean... shampubis?" He chortled, proudened by his pun once again.

"SANS!!!" He rolled his eyes(?)

Frisk giggled. She enjoyed his stupid puns, no matter how cheesy they were.

"c'mon, paps. you gotta admit, that was pretty..."

"DON'T YOU DARE!!!" Papyrus yelled, knowing exactly what Sans was about to say.

"...pretty humerus." He finished, giving Frisk a small wink as she began to burst out into laughter.

"DON'T ENCOURAGE HIM, FRISK!" He facepalmed.

Frisk continued to giggle, as Sans stepped a little closer, setting himself down onto the side of the tub. 

"heheh." He seemed satisfied. "here, paps. extra mushrooms, just how ya like." He handed one of the bags over to him.

"OOH!" He squealed, grabbing the bag and pulling the paper wrapped greasy mess of a burger out, unwrapping it and chowing down almost instantly. He really liked those burgers. 

Sans just grinned, lifting up the other bag to Frisk as she sat naked, submerged in the now soapy water. "here ya go, kiddo." 

Frisk hesitated for a second, looking up at Papyrus, then looking at Sans. 

Were they really expecting her to eat in the tub? While they sat and watched? This all seemed a little too... oh, what the hell. The burger that Papyrus was chomping into looked heavenly. 

"T-Thank you!" She smiled, lifting one of her hands out to take the bag, her other arm still covering her chest. He didn't let go of the bag, though, and the two almost played tug-o-war with it.

"you wanna eat it after yer done, or?" He teased with a smug grin as her stomach began to rumble.

She pouted, grabbing the bag and unwrapping the burger and taking a bite out of it right in front of him, and he chuckled. 

This was the best burger she had ever tasted. She could tell that much in just a single tiny bite. The burger was huge, though, there was no way she would be able to eat it alone, or in one sitting. It made sense, though. It was monster sized, after all.

The flavor was intense. A classic chuck roast, gourmet burger. A ratio of 70% beef, and 30% fat, not that Frisk could tell. She just knew it was beautiful, and smothered in juicy goodness. 

The definitive american-style cheese was melted into the meat, along with large, circular grilled tomato slices, lettuce and grilled mushrooms and onions, with a classic burger-style sauce.

Frisk couldn't help but let out a soft moan after her first bite.

"God, this is so fucking gooood!" She cooed, and Papyrus nodded in agreement, though scolded her for her language.

"LANGUAGE! BUT YES, THESE ARE VERY GOOD. MOM WOULD ALWAYS TAKE US TO GRILLBY'S BAR WHEN WE WERE GOOD. NYEH HEH HEH." He grinned as he chowed down.

Sans just chuckled at the two pigs in his presence.

Frisk was pressed up against the tub, up on her knees to holster herself above the side, leaning over as to not let the oil drip into her bathwater. Her breasts were pressed against the porcelain of the tub, which Sans had noticed beforehand as he sat beside her.

She took her second bite, and was cursed with the hiccups. She had a problem when it came to eating slowly.

The two brothers laughed at her expense as she chewed through her hics, and she fumbled around with the paper, wrapping the burger back up and setting it back into the bag. 

Two bites were more than enough, and she didn't want to overdo it for now. She grabbed a few of the napkins from the bag and wiped off her hands and face.

"heh, glad ya like it." He smiled, handing her a drink after she'd gestured for it. A nice ice cold soda to wash down the burger sounded perfect.

She took sips between her hiccups, and eventually set the cup down on the side of the tub, bringing her hands back down into the warm water, and picking up the slightly melted soap bar. 

"I feel much better..." She thought aloud, as she scrubbed her hands against the soap under the water. "But now I'm so sleepy..." She laughed. 

Frisk wanted to finish up in the tub, and actually wash her hair properly.

"we'll leave ya to it, doll- uh, kiddo." He grinned, standing up. "c'mon pappy. let her get clean so she can get out." He added, heading towards the door. 

"we can find her somethin' fun ta wear." He winked.

Papyrus shot up, still holding onto his half-eaten burger.

"I WANT TO DRESS HER!!!" He yelled enthusiastically, running after his brother.

Frisk just giggled at his silly nature. It's not like shirt she had on was dirty in the slightest, she only had it on since this morning, but she appreciated the space. She scrubbed her hands some more, then proceeded to scrub her face, and re-apply a tiny amount of shampoo to her hair, cleaning it in the water.

She added conditioner to the tips of her hair and lathered the creaminess into her strands, then tilted her head back, submerging it into the water, and frantically scrubbing the soap out.

She washed her face, and then with her body wash, cleansed herself once more. She used a mesh-like material loofah that sat on the side of the tub. 

It hadn't look like it had been used, so she used it to scrub herself red raw. A not-so-good trait she had developed after the sleepless nights she would spend in her parents-- her fathers bed. 

Despite the fact that her father never took anything too far, in her own words; the constant presses, nudges and prods she'd receive against her backside were enough to make her feel absolutely violated to the point where every morning she'd bathe in bleach. 

It was something she shuddered to think about. 

Eventually enough had been enough, and Frisk wasn't going to let him do that to her. A man who once treated her like a princess, the light of his life, and a man who she had once trusted with her life, her father, her guardian. 

Her father lay sobbing into her back, his arms around her, pressed firmly against her lower half, breathing down her neck. She hated it. The then 15-year-old Frisk fought back, after he whimpered into her with a disgusting hot breath that reek of alcohol, '...why won't you face me, Frisk?'

It made her heart stop. He never referred to her as 'Frisk.' At night it was always 'Fern.' He always called her by her mother's name. She'd ended up almost hating her mother's name because of him.

During the day, it was always 'bitch,' or 'tramp.' Somehow him calling her by her actual name was even more daunting. Was he really asking her, as his daughter, to face him? Despite crossing the line long ago, she finally stood up for herself. 

She shot up and struck him in a fit of disgust and fear, and screamed at him not to touch her. He did nothing. 

She ran to her own room, and baracaded the door in fear of what he would do after she hit him, but he did nothing. After that, he no longer pressed for her to sleep in his room.

⁂

Frisk was just about ready to get out of the tub. The lethargy taking over almost completely.

She could hear the two brothers in Sans' room, but could barely make out exactly what they were saying. 

The bathroom felt steamy despite the door being wide open. 

She slowly lifted herself up onto her feet and climbed onto the side of the tub, stepping onto one of the towels that covered the floor, then reached out to grab a seemingly clean blue towel from a rack on the wall.

Wrapping the towel around her dripping body, she wrung her hair out over the tub, then picked up her soda cup and the paper bag that had her burger, and stepped back into the hall towards the brother's voices.

There she stood in the doorway, in front of the two brothers. They looked towards her, and found themselves to be rather speechless, pausing in their actions of raiding through Sans' closet to find something for her.

Her hair was slightly dripping onto the carpet below, and she was holding the loose towel around herself, holding both the cup and bag close to her chest with her other hand. She looked at the two of them, and smiled. 

Frisk's overly laid-back demeanor was astonashing to the two. It was clear that she was comfortable around the two of them. Maybe a little too comfortable for her own good. She slowly hobbled into the bedroom, swaying slightly, and she let out a soft giggle and spoke. 

"I'm so sleepy..." 

She set her food and drink down onto a dresser by the door where Papyrus had set his down, and tugged her towel tighter, now holding it up with both hands, as she brushed past Sans when heading towards his bed. 

Her drowsiness made her confidence tenfold, as she had no real thoughts in her mind other than just getting cozy and drowning into the blankets. 

The two brothers just chuckled at her. 

Papyrus helped her onto the bed, as she struggled to both climb and hold her towel, and she thanked him with a sluggish smile. 

"HERE, HERE, UP WE GET. YOU SURE DO SLEEP A LOT, TINY FRISK." 

Sans watched in awe, feeling a tinge of desire at how vulnerable Frisk was. He crept towards her as Papyrus set her down on her bottom. 

"you wanna take a little nap, sweetheart?" he whispered as he stroked her damp face. 

Frisk was more or less completely out of it. 

The morphine now in full swing, and she was feeling a euphoric high. She felt warm and safe at his touch, and let out a soft moan. "I wanna nap..." She breathed, making Sans feel all the more intoxicated by her. It was almost as if she were sending out a signal for him.

Sans felt a strange feeling in his soul, that he'd never felt before. He had an idea of what it was, but chose to ignore it, for now.

Papyrus watched in amazement and joined in, gently petting Frisk on her damp hair as she fell back into the blankets. Pap thought of her almost like she were small child, considering she wasn't even crotch height to him. 

Technically, she could be considered a child, as she was much younger than the two of them, especially since Sans had been calling her 'kid' and 'kiddo' in front of him.

"heh... she's so cute, ain't she paps?" Sans whispered, giving his younger brother a cheeky wink, as the two gently attacked her semi-conscious body with gentle affection.

"HMM, I SUPPOSE YOU'RE RIGHT, SANS." He slightly nodded in agreement.

"...you've always wanted us ta have a pet, right?" he teased playfully with a chuckle. He was more than willing to share his new pet with his precious younger brother. As much as he loved both of his brothers, it was obvious that Sans and Pap were closer with each other than the eldest, as he acted as more of a father figure to the two.

"OF COURSE, BROTHER!" He smiled, as he watched his brother got a little too close for comfort to the dazed figure on his bed. 

"d'ya think a human would make a good pet?" He chuckled, giving the girl a light smack on the cheek that went unnoticed. She was far too out of it, and just smiled at the two looming figures with enraptured eyes. 

"Hehehehe! I'll be your pet, Saaaaansy!" the narcotized girl purred in her tranquil state, unconsciously brushing her own hands across both Sans and Papyrus' as they stroked her. Sans paused for a moment and his eyelights dimmed. Papyrus just looked confused.

"SANS?! IS SHE DRUNK?!?" Papyrus panicked.

Sans remained silent for a few seconds, but eventually spoke, turning his head to the box of pills that lay above her. 

"course not, paps... but uh, let's see..." he murmured as he fumbled with the box once again, taking out a leaflet from inside, and began to skim over it to find the side-effects.

 "loss of appetite, yada yada... drowsiness, makes sense... uncommon side effects, mood chances, hallucinations...  feelings of euphoria? god, she's fucking high as a kite, heheh. that's fuckin' hilarious." He guffawed.

"WHY DID SHE TAKE THOSE PILLS?!" He yelled, worry in his voice. "IS SHE GOING TO FALL DOWN?!" 

"nah, she'll be alright. she had a migraine, heh. but fuckin' hell, i didn't know they were that strong. but uh, yeah... no more of that shit. our food will be more than enough to help 'er." He grinned, Papyrus' face softening as his brother explained.

Frisk could barely keep up with their conversation, and could only pick up some parts, but she whimpered out. 

"I feel so gooood... and sleeeeepy!" She giggled.

"THEN TRY TO GET SOME SLEEP, TINY FRISK." Papyrus affirmed, and Sans gave a nod in agreement.

All she heard was 'sleep,' and so... "Nnnooo, I don't wanna sleep with you, Papyrusssss!" Her breathing became labored, as the two brothers continued to gently comfort her. 

"I- UH- NO! NO, YOU SLEEP." Papyrus sounded embarrassed. 

"heh..." Sans just chuckled. 

"N-Nooooo, Sansssssy! Not thereeeee!" She moaned softly, causing the two brothers to immediately seize and tense up.

"BUT I'M PAP-- WAIT, WHAT?!" Papyrus yelled, pulling his hand away from her.

"oh, dang, she's really out of it, huh?" Sans howled into a proud laughter.

"SANS. YOUR DEGENERACY KNOWS NO BOUNDS!" Papyrus howled.

It all made sense now.

"SO... THAT WAS WHAT I HEARD LAST NIGHT!" He averted his gaze, clearly embarrassed as a deep orange blush crept onto his face.

"c'mon, paps. ya can't tell me you ain't thought bout it. look at her fuckin' body..." He bantered with a chuckle.

"A-ABSOLUTELY NOT... I'M NOT LIKE YOU, YOU SEXPEST! THIS DISCUSSION IS NOT APPROPRIATE. T-THE HUMAN IS RIGHT HERE, YOU BONEHEAD!"

He insulted his brother.

Sans chortled, and Frisk just smiled, hearing the sound of him laugh, completely oblivious to their conversation about her. 

She couldn't move in the slightest, and just laid there in her towel as the two sat on either side of her immobile body.

She burst out into an almost obnoxious sounding yawn as the consciousness faded from her body, and she let out soft snores.

"not anymore, heh." Sans chuckled. 

"c'mon, let's let her res--" He added, but was interrupted by the sound of his younger brother erupt into yet another, obnoxious sounding yawn. 

"I'LL ADMIT... I DID NOT SLEEP VERY WELL LAST NIGHT..." He admitted, almost as if he were ashamed at his own yawn, but it could not be helped.

Frisk looked way too snug, snoring away like that, reminded the two brothers how tired they both were.

"you too?" Sans chuckled lightly before copying his younger brother, with a less than convincing yawn.

"NOT WITH ALL THE INCESSANT BANGING ON THE WALL!" He pouted.

"AND.. WELL... I WAS WORRIED." Papyrus sheepishly admitted.

"nothin' ta be worried 'bout, ya goofball." Sans reached over to give his younger brother a loving pat on his skull, before getting up to scoop the unconscious girl into his arms.

"i didn't get a wink of sleep, either. heh... i'm not used ta havin someone in my bed. not since you 'wus a babybones."

He chuckled as he pulled his duvet forward, setting the dozing human down in the center of his bed, letting her head rest on a pillow.

Papyrus scooted backwards, further onto the bed and kicked off his boots, with another yawn. 

"THOUGH MY BED IS MUCH MORE COMFORTABLE... I SUPPOSE YOURS SHALL SUFFICE... THE GREAT PAPYRUS NEEDS HIS... BEAUTY... SLEEP!" His voice slurred and he quickly tumbled backwards against the wall into a slumber beside the human. 

Sans shrugged to himself, with a low chuckle, sitting back down on the bed, and following suit, he leaned back onto a pillow beside Frisk, and closed his eyes. 

The two skeleton brothers dozed on either side of the tiny human.