Loved ( Underlust Sans x Reader )

CHAPTER 9

CHAPTER 9

Sans's POV

I have to admit that (y/n)'s soul is god damn beautiful, just like her... I know I promised I won't look but a peek is alright, right? "WOWIE, THE HOUSE LOOKS SO CLEAN FOR ONCE." "Thanks to this angel." She blushed. " THANK YOU SO MUCH (Y/N), YOU SHOULD GIVE MY BROTHER A LESSON ON CLEANIN UP, HE DIDN'T UP HIS SOCK EVEN THOUGH I TOLD HIM EVERY DAY ." She giggled. " Anyways, I thought I was supposed to teach you how to make another meal." "NYESSSS! LETS' GO GROCERY SHOPPING." "Wait let's decide on what to make first. Any suggestions?" I don't know ... This is Papyrus's first time making something rather than Spaghetti. So let's go with something easy. (I agree because cooking isn't my cup of tea) "What about club sandwiches?" "OKAY."

Then Papyrus and (y/n) went to the grocery store. I was dragged along because I was too lazy to walk. When we arrived, Papyrus started grabbing the items while (y/n) was putting some back because those items were not in use and not edible. As for me, I went to the dressing aisle and start looking for ketchup and mustard. "BROTHER DON'T YOU DARE TAKE ANY DRESSING, YOU KNOW YOU GET DRUNK IF YOU DRINK TOO MUCH." "Bro, it's for the sandwich. Plus, you know that no brand can't compete with the dressings at Grillby's right? Paps, you probably should ketchup with my standards." I said while holding a random ketchup bottle. "SANSSSSSS!" Papyrus stomps away to the cashier while (y/n) is still giggling. "How do you get drunk from drinking ketchup?" "Maybe I just couldn't handle it," I said while holding a teapot showing its handle. She started laughing so much and I joined her. "SANS STOP TORMENTING (Y/N)." "It's okay Papyrus. I am mustard of puns myself." "Good one (y/n)." "OH NO, THEY ARE TWO OF THEM."

After leaving the grocery store, we head home. Both Papyrus and (y/n) went straight to the kitchen while I lie down on the sofa. I could still hear the conversation between them though. "Okay Papyrus, let's start with frying an egg. First, pour some oil in the frying pan." "IS THIS ENOUGH (Y/N) ?" "Err... Papyrus I think that's too much." "Okay, now we have the amount of oil that we need. Crack the egg in it." "Papyrus, you have just gently cracked the egg by not smashing it." "SORRY (Y/N)." "Never mind, let's try this again... Great job Papyrus." "THANK YOU, NOW WHAT DO WE DO ?" "Wait for the eggs to fry silly. By the way, you want to add baked beans in it because you bought some." "OK." Wait, why is she adding baked beans to the sandwich? Soon, the house was filled with the aroma of baked beans. "(Y/N), HOW ARE WE GOING TO TOAST THE BREAD WITHOUT A TOASTER?" "It can be done with a frying pan." "HOW ?" "Take a frying pan, put some butter in it and when it melts place the bread in. After a few minutes flip the bread." (Kids don't try this at home if you are capable of cutting bread with an upside-down knife and manage to burn an egg and a mat using a frying pan. Self-experience.) " Okay now we are done with the material time to piece them all up."

I peeked into the kitchen to see whatever (y/n) was doing with the baked beans. She took some baked beans and put them inside the eggs and wrapped them. She placed in it the toast and then add lettuce and dressings on it. Pure genius. (It isn't my idea, it is actually from a book I  read) She basically made English breakfast that is eaten for dinner. It's basically my fault though but it looks and smells nice. "DINNER IS SERVED!" I think I was too distracted by the masterpiece that I didn't realize they have already set the dining table. "Lettuce eat then." "NYEHHH." As usual (y/n) grinned. I looked at her having a slight purple blush on my face. When I sat at the dining table, I realized Paps was smirking at me. "Bone-Appetit." "SANS, HOW MANY TIMES YOU'RE GOING TO MAKE THE SAME JOKE." "What can I say, they're always punny." "SANSSSSSS."

We ate dinner and sat on the couch as usual. We watched tv, it was a talent show by Mettaton, Understar. In every episode, he invites a special guest. Wonder who it is this time? "Lets' invite our guest of the day, Napstablook." "So Blooky, what do you have for our audience today?" "Well, uh I h-have been w-working on an al-album and I w-want to share one of my f-favorite tunes." He starts playing. Not gonna lie, it sounded very catchy and addicting. "If he was a real DJ, I would be his number one fan." "If I was a comedian, would you be mine...?" Wait, that ended very wrongly. She blushed. Sh*t. "Sans, I already am... I mean I am already a fan of your puns?" It was a very awkward moment but we still kept eye contact until the both of us became a blushing mess and then we finally turned away to continue watching the show. I glanced at her and then Papyrus. He was still smirking.

The show ended, finally, I can get out of this awkward moment. "Welp looks like I am going to hit the sack." "Met-." "(Y/N), CAN YOU HEAD ON FIRST WHILE I HAVE A PRIVATE BROTHER TALK WITH SANS." "Sure." She walked up the stairs and entered the room. "Sup bro. Any problem?" "BROTHER, I HAVE TO REALIZE YOU AND (Y/N)HAVE BEEN VERY CLOSE LATELY." "Bro, it's only been 2 days." "EXACTLY BROTHER BUT THE BOTH OF YOU ACT LIKE YOU KNOW EACH OTHER FOR 2 YEARS. THE MONSTERS HERE ACTUALLY THINK YOU TWO ARE DATING." I scratch my head while my face starts heating up. "BROTHER, DO YOU REALLY HAVE A CRUSH ON (Y/N)?" "heh" "I KNEW IT." "Okay, you caught me. Don't tell anyone else." "I DIDN'T, THEY FOUND OUT THEMSELVES FROM THE WAY YOU LOOK AT HER, BUT IT WASN'T CONFIRMED. NOW IT IS.NYEHEHEHEH." "Okay, stop screaming, she's going to hear you." "BROTHER SHE DOESN'T UNDERSTANDS WINGDINGS." "Right..."

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Didn't expect that huh? So now you know that I use bold for puns, short a/n, and Wingdings translation. Please remember this because it would be in use frequently in the future. Stay tuned.