Chills | Undertale | Sans X OC | 17+

I walked into my house, tired from that day's activities, and as I entered the kitchen I cringed when I stepped in a puddle. The wetness soaking my socks.

"Leaky pipe..." I sighed, pulling my phone out. I had one person I called who fixed these things for free; Carl.

"Yello?"

"Hey? So um... I have a leaky faucet and-"

"And you needed a deviously handsome man to come help?" Carl chuckled.

I rolled my eyes in annoyance, "sure." I said.

"Alright, be there soon." Carl said.

"Okay." I was about to hang up and then I heard him mumble something on the other line.

"What?" I brought the phone back to my ear.

"Maybe afterwards we can get some dinner?" Carl asked.

"Um..." I bit my lip for a moment, scanning for an answer, "maybe!" I said.

"Alrighty. See you in a bit." Carl hung up first.

I sighed and sat on my couch, taking off my now damp socks. Carl wanted so badly to be in a relationship but he was too goofy, too childish. I love jokes as much as the next guy, but I also like the serious moments as well.

***

Carl spent more time talking to me than he did trying to fix the sink.

"So I was just wondering... what's wrong with us talking?"

"We are talking." I said, leaning my head on my arm. I sat at the kitchen table, watching Carl fix the sink. This house was awful and I hated it.

"You know what I meant." He glanced at me then back at the sink's pipe.

I stayed quiet.

"We're both similar. We like the same jokes, same foods, same lifestyles. We-"

"Carl, I'm not even looking for a relationship right now." I lied.

"That's why I suggested just talking. Still friends but a tiny bit more." He explained, tightening the pipe one last time.

I stayed silent again and thought about it.

"I don't know. I'm gonna need some time on this." I said.

Carl stood up and sighed, putting his tools away.

"Alright. Well, I better get going." Carl stopped near me and leaned against the table.

He stared at me for an uncomfortable amount of time. I noticed he started to lean in and stop right by my ear, causing me to widen my eyes in discomfort. I froze when he said, "I wouldn't appreciate it if you dated someone else and I don't know how I could continue our friendship."

He leaned back, smiled, and walked out the door.
I sat there, feeling petrified. What did that mean? I just stared at the table as I pondered his words. What if I did start dating someone else? Oh well, I guess? I thought about his words and stood up, closing the cabinets to my sink and walked in my room. I got dressed in my sleep shirt this time. Sitting on my bed, I nibbled on my lip. It was just another joke perhaps?

***

I sat up in bed quickly, my cheeks burning hot and my heart beating. It was obviously just a wet dream but.. this one made me blush badly. I hate when I had intimate dreams about people I barely knew. It sucked so much. I got up out of bed and tiptoed into my kitchen for some water. I tried to just brush the dream off, but my mind just wanted to think about all those details.