Not like them ~ A Sans x Reader ~

~Y/n's POV~

I walked through the door with Sans, I looked around the house. It was quite homey. (I don't really want to describe it so you can imagine how it looks!) In the kitchen I saw a tall skeleton wearing some odd clothing making something. "SANS! YOU'RE LATE! WHERE WERE- OH! HELLO HUMAN! I AM THE GREAT PAPYRUS!" The skeleton said in a very loud voice, he also had some sort of accent. "H-Hi. My names Y/n." I shyly said. "IS THIS WHY YOU WERE LATE SANS?" Papyrus asked, this must be Sans' brother. "Yep, she was lost so I'm letting her stay here." He answered calmly. "I SEE! WELL HUMAN YOU ARE WELCOME TO STAY AS LONG AS YOU WOULD LIKE!" Papyrus smiled warmly. I smiled back, he seemed like a cool guy. I hadn't realized how tired I was, I looked at the clock to see it was around ten. I tried to stifle a yawn but failed miserably, my stomach also growled. "ARE YOU HUNGRY HUMAN?" Papyrus asked. "Yeah." I replied. "FEAR NOT! I, MASTER CHEF PAPYRUS, WILL MAKE YOU SOME SPAGHETTI!" Papyrus then started to continue making what was in the pot, which I assume was spaghetti. I sat down on the green couch that they had. Sans sat down next to me and turned on the TV that was in front of us. After a few moments Papyrus placed a plate of spaghetti and a fork on the coffee table in front of me. "Thank you." I said. "YOU'RE QUITE WELCOME HUMAN!" He seemed pleased with himself and went upstairs to what I assumed was his room. I took a bite of spaghetti and was quite impressed with the taste. It might've been the best spaghetti I've ever had. "This is amazing!" I commented. "Heh, Papyrus has really improved on his cooking skills since the underground." Sans replied. I ate the food in around five minutes. Sans grabbed the dirty dishes and walked to the kitchen and put them into the sink. I leaned back against the couch while he did so, my eyes were starting to get heavy. Soon Sans came back and noticed my drowsiness. "Tired?" He asked. I nodded and yawned. "You can sleep on my bed if you want, I can take the couch." He suggested. "I could never do that! I'll be fine on the couch." I retorted. "It's fine really, I don't mind taking the couch." He reassured. "Nope. I'm taking the couch. End of story." I replied. "If you insist, just call for me if you change your mind." He said while walking upstairs. "I won't be." I reassured. Once he in his room I waited a few moments to make sure he wasn't coming out. Once I was convinced he wasn't I turned out the lights and TV with my mind. I imagined a soft blanket and it appeared in my hands. I also imagined a fluffy pillow which appeared where my head would be laying. I laid down on the couch and wrapped the blanket around me. It didn't take long for me to fall asleep.