Bruised To The Bone: (Sans x Reader)

I wake up to a blue flash, and a huge hangover.

"Breakfast time, kid. I made us eggs." I look at him, surprised. He looks back, smirking. "Okay, maybe I didn't make then. I might've gotten them from Grillby, who's so fond of you, he'll divert from the menu." Sans shrugs. "We'll never know which." I chuckle, climbing out of bed. Sans looks at me, a blue dust coating his cheeks. I look down, noticing that I'm in some rather.. Revealing pyjamas. You can see almost all of my leg, and the baggy sweater I'm in shows off my cleavage. 

"Sorry!" I squeak. "I'll go change!" I teleport into the closet, which was a huge mistake. The rack on the top nearly collapses. I teleport it back into place, ridding my hair of hangers.

"Uh.. No problem, kiddo! You good in there?" He calls.

"I'm fricking dandy." I shout back, a hint of amusement in my voice. Sans chuckles. I slip on a long sleeved hoodie pullover. It's black, as per usual. I put on some semi see through leggings underneath, as well as knee high socks. I don't usually wear anything other than a hoodie and pants, so I'm semi uncomfortable showing my leg skin. I walk out of the closet. Sans snorts.

"You, uh.. Got a little something.." He teleports over to me, pulling out a hanger from my hair. "Right there." His face is very close to mine. His breathe smells like ketchup and liquor. I squirm uncomfortably at our closeness. He realizes how little personal space I'm being given, and teleports back to his previous spot.

"Uh.. So breakfast?" I ask. Sans is turning into a blueberry, surprisingly not hiding in his hood.

"Yeah.. The eggs that I may or may not have made. Let's go eat the possible fruits of my labour, shall we?" He offers his arm to me.

"We shall." I grasp on, flying through blue. On the table is a note from Papyrus. It tells us that he's training with Undyne, and won't be back until late. Sans rummages around in the fridge, pulling out some scrambled eggs. He pours us two glasses of water, handing one to me.

"Here ya go. Take however much you want." He nudges the plate towards me. I scoop some onto my plate, teleporting ketchup to the table. Sans takes a tentative sip of water. I teleport another plate onto the table, placing it in front of Sans.

"You have some, too! I feel bad, eating your food while you just drink water." I smirk. "And besides, you just.. Staring at me while I eat is, no offence, kinda creepy." Sans cracks a half smile, scooping a bit of egg onto his plate. He nudges it to a corner, drowning it with ketchup. I raise my fork to my mouth, chewing carefully. It tastes kinda good. As I'm chewing, my tongue hits a certain point in the mouthful that tastes like pure salt. Which it probably is. I deduce that Sans made it, seeing as Grillby wouldn't make that error. I fight through, tears burning my eyes.

"Like it?" Sans asks, hopeful.

"Ith good. Thanths!" I say, my mouth full. I flash him an egg covered grin. Sans forks up a huge wad of ketchup, placing a tiny speck of egg on top. He bites into it, looking content. I finish off my plate, teleporting it into the sink. Sans licks off the remaining ketchup on his plate, putting the egg back onto the egg platter. He doesn't bother taking care of the dirty plate.

"Wanna play Minecraft? Or.. You know.. Do whatever?" He asks, trying to make his voice dull.

"Uh, how about we watch some YouTube, then play Minecraft, then watch Netflix." I suggest. Sans looks confused.

"What's Netflix?" He asks. I drop my jaw comically.

"Sans, I'm ashamed. It's only, like, the epicenter of entertainment!" I exclaim. Sans smirks, shrugging.

"Tibia honest, the only entertainment I socialize with is YouTube and video games." I sigh dramatically, grabbing Sans and teleporting us to the couch. I boot up my Xbox, launching Netflix.