Hello and Welcome

It was a beautiful day outside, the birds were singing, flowers were blooming.. On days like these foxes were a pain in the ass. Sans scowled, laying on the couch with a tall /heavy/ skeletal fox practically wrapped around him. He had started out laying down with the other resting on him to waking up with their positions switched and his jacket under the fox. It was his rare day off from duty and after completing his chores, for the most part, he went to take a nap. The boss was out at the moment training and wouldn’t be back for a time. To Sans’ surprise when he had brought back the fox the first time, his brother didn’t seem too upset. In fact, the boss appeared to have brought home a companion of his own as the short skeleton noticed a small skeletal bunny following after the other.

The bunny had long fluffy ears and bright sparkly blue eyes that seemed to peer at him with excitement. He had a blue bandana wrapped around his neck and a fluffy white tail, slightly tinted blue like his ears. Though the strangest part was how the fox reacted to the small bunny. The skeletal fox trotted over to him almost familiarly as the bunny bounced around him before hopping up onto his head. He smiled up at the bunny as the other beamed at him from his perch. The two fell brothers glanced at each other before shrugging. The fox and bunny seemed to know one another but neither fell sibling bothered trying to figure out how. They merely let the skeletal animals play.

It had been a few weeks since the fell brothers unofficially adopted these two skeletal animals. A lot of adjusting to accommodate their new pets as well as continued their lifestyle. Which wasn’t an easy one but that was for another time. The bunny, or Blue, as Boss and Sans had taken to calling him stuck with the royal guard. Even going with him on his patrols, though Boss usually kept him hidden within his scarf. The little guy was small enough but still managed to stick out a tad which made the short skeleton snort. The image of his brother looking menacing aside from this small fluffy white tail peeking out from his scarf behind his skull was hilarious. Of course he knew better than to tell Boss that so he kept his mouth shut.

Boss had left a while ago leaving Sans and the fox, who he got into the habit of calling, Stretch, were left alone in the house. This wasn’t too bad since the fox didn’t cause too much trouble usually staying on the couch or following the short skeleton around the house. He remained out of the other’s way as he went about doing what he needed to, occasionally holding things for him. Stretch often times tended to nap with Sans, which took a bit of adjusting for the short skeleton but eventually he came to enjoy it. He was used to the odd positions the fox slept in and yet he still managed to get stuck in this predicament. Stretch was a heavy sleeper, even worse he had his arms wrapped around Sans so tight that he couldn’t port away without bringing the sleeping fox with him. Fuuuck.

The short skeleton struggled to get up only to flop back down with a grunt, “Stretch..”

The fox barely stirred as he nuzzled closer to Sans making him flush. This was dangerous and not the kind that he was used to. Stretch’s ears twitched and his tail swished about as he slept, it was really cute for this lazy fox. It was doing things to the shorter skeleton that it shouldn’t, like make his soul pulse. Nope. Nope. Nope nope. Stop. He shook his head nipping at the other’s ear impulsively. The action made the fox twitch, loosening his hold slightly but not enough for Sans to port. The taller skeleton remained asleep, tail curling around him and the other as he sighed. Goddamnit, Sans was half hoping that would work and was a little too flustered to try that again.

At least he had a bit more room now as he pressed his hands against the other’s chest, trying to pull himself free but to no avail. He growled, exasperated with the whole situation as he leaned up as far as he could once more to break out of the fox’s death grip. Stretch, however, didn’t seem too keen on releasing him just yet as he snored. This damn fox. Sans considered headbutting him in the face when he something caught his eye. He paused, glancing down at the soft orange glow emanating from beneath the fabric. Was that..? No.. But if it is..? The short skeleton jumped a bit as he felt the other shift under him, watching as Stretch turned his head to the side. The fox made contact with the furry part of Sans’ jacket that stuck out from under him. He seemed to nuzzle a bit closer into the furry fabric, sighing in content as he chest glowed brighter.

Sans felt his whole face turn red at the adorable display but even more so at the implication. He fidgeted, glancing down at that pretty orange glow hiding beneath the others sweatshirt. The short skeleton couldn’t help but be curious about.. About what? Stretch’s soul? Ha, yeah, right. Though try as he might Sans couldn’t deny that he wanted to see but felt his bones burn terribly at the thought of being caught by the fox. He could already imagine the cheeky grin on the other’s face and he refused to get the other started. Still.. The short skeleton studied the glow a bit longer as a thought crossed his mind maybe he could.. Touch it? No, that was worse than looking. But, maybe he didn’t have to touch it directly. Yeah. He could touch it through the fabric and if the fox woke up he could blame him for squeezing him too much and pass it off as an accident. Yeah, that’ll work.

With that out of the way, he focused his attention on the heart shaped glow as he fidgeted with his hands. He peeked up at the other to make certain he was dead asleep before dipping a hand forward. It was a tad difficult and a little strange as he tried to gently prod at it, jumping as Stretch seemed to huff. Sans sighed, giving up the poking and instead laying his hand flat over the other’s ribs, soul beaming underneath. It was so.. Warm. A comforting soft warmth that seemed to seep into his fingertips as he inhaled sharply. He hadn’t expected that. Suddenly he felt himself somehow drawn to it as he slowly laid a cheekbone over the warm soul, curiously. A toothy smile made it’s way across his face, eyes drooping shut as the warmth seeped in making him sigh in content. Holy shit, that felt nice. Sans almost melted from the soothing warmth and hum of Stretch’s soul.

Wait. Humming? He frowned as he listened more intently to the sound the soul was making. Was the fox’s soul humming before? The short skeleton opened his eyes, immediately noticing how much brighter the soul was compared to before. He shot up, as best he could in his situation, in alarm before freezing. Stretch was staring at him, cheekbones tinted a light orange and fluffy ears stood at attention. Sans laid there caught red-handed and all his excuses were thrown out the window the second he saw the other’s face. The short skeleton’s red irises vanished and his face grew incredibly warm. Ohh, this couldn’t get any worse. He fidgeted slightly, noticing the other’s stare as he furrowed his brows, glancing down. His soul was glowing. The silence was excruciating as it seemed to drag on for an eternity. Neither one of them moved an inch, both frozen in place before it was broken.

Sans made the first move in an embarrassed panic state, slapping Stretch in the face and twisting away  as he shoved at him, “G-GET DUNKED ON!”

The snowy forest near Snowdin town was quiet. Snow drifted down, coating everything in white and making it difficult to discern anything except for a short figure wearing a red hood. A short skeleton with a crack running down his right socket was trudging through the snow. The red hoodie he wore stood out in stark contrast with all the white surrounding him. He stomped forward, his face scrunched up into a scowl as he grumbled under his breath.

“Stupid fuckin’ laundry..”

Earlier that day, Sans had attempted to do something useful at the house and did his laundry. Well.. Tried to. The end result was less than satisfactory to say the least. The clothes he had put in the laundry were all dyed bright red, including his favorite jacket. He stared at the bright red mess in horror, trying to figure out why his clothes had turned out that way. The skeleton quickly  realized that he had somehow managed to mess up the magic in the washing machine, perhaps unequal amounts? He didn’t know, he didn’t specialize in magic powered washing machines. Luckily he hadn’t done his brother’s or placed a whole load of his own clothes as a pair of shorts were spared. That, of course, didn’t make him less upset about the situation. He growled as he kicked a nearby pinecone, continuing his trek.

A quick walk through the forest would help calm him down.. Or at least that’s what he had hoped. Sans had put on his jacket despite it’s color but was beginning to heavily regret it. He couldn’t help but feel as if it were painting a bright red target on his back. The color stood out ridiculously against the rest of the forest and that only made him feel uneasy. Sure, black would have stood out as well but not as much as beacon signal red. The skeleton sighed as he continued his walk before pausing suddenly. He whipped around, his left eye flaring red with magic as he took in his surroundings. Noticing the broken twig a few feet away as he peered about suspiciously. Did he do that? No, no, he distinctly heard it snap behind him. Paranoia flared as he cautiously backed up before turning to face forward, steps quicker.

Sans had to get out of here. He couldn’t help but feel something or someone following him and lurking in the forest behind him. There was another snap of a twig making him bolted, running away as fast as he could. The short skeleton moved as far and as fast as he could manage, panicked. He moved so quickly he didn’t see the branch hanging down low from one of the trees as it snagged the back of his jacket. The sudden jerk practically flung him out of his jacket, his momentum making him crash onto the floor with one arm still in his jacket. Sans heard the footsteps approaching now as he wobbled upright to face his stalker, magic eye glowing brightly.

But what was there wasn’t what he was expecting as a tall skeletal fox with a hoodie stood before him, ears shifting slightly. The short skeleton stared, suspiciously as the fox seemed to study him before taking a step forward. Sans jumped wriggling his other arm free from his hanging jacket as he stood up, shaking but ready for a fight. He grit his teeth as the other seemed to stop short, digging into his pocket. What was he doing? Did he have a weapon? Was it a ruse? Slowly the fox pulled out a familiar yellow bottle, hefting it in his hand before offering it to the shorter skeleton. Sans stared at it blankly, hand reaching down to feel his pockets where his mustard bottle had been. Oh..

The taller skeleton inched forward slowly making the other flinch, red eye glowing. He paused, seeming to think better on his advance and instead opting to place the bottle on the ground before stepping back. Sans glared at him as he stepped closer before snatching the bottle off the ground as quickly as possible. The action didn’t seem to ruffle the fox at all as he continued studying the shorter skeleton before shuffling over to where his jacket hung. The other watched the fox carefully as he took the red garment down before returning over to him. Sans was beginning to think this creature wasn’t much of a threat as the fox offered him his jacket back, hand stuffed into his pocket.

What was he being paranoid over a harmless fox for? The short skeleton huffed as he reached a hand to accept his jacket back, still cautious, “Thank--”

His hand groped air as he blinked before looking up to find the fox had moved his jacket slightly, making him miss. He frowned, reaching for it once more as it was moved out of his reach. Miss. And again. Miss. And just one more for good measure. Miss. Sans practically roared as he went to grab at his jacket only to once again miss. He wobbled, off balance as he face planted into the snow for the second time today. The skeleton shot up, red eye glowing with irritation as he glared up at the other. The fox had the most amused grin on his face as he studied the short skeleton before wiggling his jacket like taunt.

Sans snapped, “That. Is. IT.”

He knew he shouldn’t be so attached to a jacket but it was his favorite. He also knew this was just a dumb fox messing with him but the look on the other’s face royally pissed him off. The skeleton wasted no time porting next to him as he made a grab for his jacket. This had obviously taken the fox by surprise as his eyes widened before reacting, moving out of the other’s way. Sans growled before pausing, blinking as the fox seemed to vanish and reappear a little farther away. Did that fox just..? The thought seemed to remain for only a moment as the taller skeleton held up his jacket before shaking it teasingly, smile wide and lazy. This fuckin fox.

For about twenty minutes the two moved about the forest in the douchiest game of keep away Sans had ever had the displeasure of participating in. It was stupid and impressive how the fox managed to flit about. Though the shorter skeleton kept up with him, the other still seemed to be just a hair ahead which only pissed him off more than he already was. What irritated him even more however was that lazy almost easygoing and laidback attitude the fox had. Teasing and taunting at him cheekily though slowing down enough sometimes for Sans to get close. Before long the shorter skeleton was exhausted having used a lot of magic.

Sans huffed, leaning against a nearby tree as the other observed him. What was he doing? Chasing after a fox over a jacket? What was he, an idiot? He rubbed his bones as he shivered slightly from the cold before feeling something warm wrap around him. The skeleton flinched at the sudden contact before recognizing his jacket, glancing up at the fox in confusion. The fox seemed a tad guilty as he gently lift the other’s hood to cover their skull. Sans blinked, staring at him suspiciously as he expected the other to yank the jacket away and start up another running session. Yet the fox made no move to do so as he merely peered down at him. The two stood in silence for a moment before the shorter skeleton noticed how dark it was getting.

“Shit, what time is it?” He dug into his pocket, pulling out his phone as he groaned, “Fuck, I gotta get home.”

The fox watched him curiously as Sans stuffed his phone back into his pocket. He seemed to remember the taller skeleton was still there as he glanced up at him. There was a shuffle and awkward silence before he spoke.

“Right.. So I’m goin home. This was.. Awful uhh..” He scratched his head, “.. Bye.”

Without another word he turned and headed home, familiar enough with the woods to know where to go. He walked for a little while too exhausted to port back to his house after his wild fox chase. Sans continued along before halting suddenly as he turned on his heels to glare at the tall skeletal fox still following him! The fox seemed to study him before chuffing lazily, unperturbed by the other’s glaring.

“Why are ya following me? Go.” The shorter waved at him to begone, only to receive a lazy stare, “Go the fuck away.”

When the taller skeleton made no move to leave he groaned in exasperation, throwing his hands up as he stomped away with the other following behind. They trekked for awhile longer, the house within sight before he stopped again, turning to glance back at the fox still following him.

“Ya gonna follow me all the way home, Stretch?” Sans snorted, grinning as the fox tilted his head, adorably, “What? Ya like me ‘er somethin’?”

He meant it as a tease but for some reason the other seemed to apprehend him with a level of seriousness he hadn’t seen before. The two stood there a moment, snow falling around them as the silence dragged on. Slowly the fox stepped closer to the small skeleton making him jump at the movement. Sans stood rigid, frozen on the spot by that curious look on the taller skeleton’s face and those fluffy ears that perked forward. He was close. Too close. What was he doing letting this dumb lazy fox get so close? The shorter skeleton blinked as the fox nuzzled their foreheads together, fluffy ears tickling his skull. Sans eyes widened as he felt heat rush and stain his cheekbones before shoving the other away.

“W-what the fuck?!?” He stuttered, face as red as his hood, “Seriously, the fuck Stretch?!”

The fox, or perhaps Stretch, seemed to take in his expression and question before a pleased lazy grin graced his face. The expression deepened the blush on Sans’ face and only helped tick him off as flipped him off, stomping back home. As they drew closer to the house he couldn’t help but  dread explaining the fox’s appearance to his brother, doubting the other would leave on his own. Though there was something else he was beginning to worry about as he grasped at the front of his shirt, feeling his battered, mangled soul flutter and pulse in his ribcage. What the fuck? Sans peeked back at the fox before staring down at the ground. What was this..?

Time was an interesting thing. It usually passed by before anyone could even so much as blink and it was a reminder, that time spent was precious. It had been a long while since the Underswap brothers had taken in and essentially adopted the Fellwolves brothers. Sans and Papyrus had no problem welcoming the skeletal wolves into their abode. It took them all a bit of adjusting to this co-existence in the house though but eventually they got it down pat. It had even become apparent that the wolves had become attached to them.

The larger fellwolf whom they decided to nickname Edge tended to remain close to Sans, even going out with him for his training or patrols. At first Papyrus wasn’t sure that was a good idea but eventually let it go. He trusted Edge enough to make sure nothing happened to his brother. The large wolf seemed to trust him in a similar sense, mutual respect. Then there was the smaller fellwolf who, Papyrus has affectionately taken to calling him, Red. The lazy skeleton wasn’t sure exactly when but somehow along the way Red had grown attached to him, or at least he’d like to think so. The small wolf often times lazed about and took naps with him which was.. Really nice, however, this led to something somewhat unfortunate during the day.

Earlier that morning, Sans had gotten up bright and early to go train in the forest. Practice for his sparring lesson with Alphys later. He packed a quick snack as well as one for Edge and leftovers for Papyrus when he was done being a “lazy bones” and got hungry. The small skeleton had his pack and boots on, ready for the day.

“Okay! I’m off! Bye Papy, bye Red!” Sans waved excitedly from the doorway with Edge waiting patiently behind him, “Be good!”

“We will.” The lazy skeleton waved back, glancing up at the large fellwolf,  “You two be careful, yeah?”

Edge peered down at him, almost thoughtfully before giving the slightest hint of a nod as he gruffed. The small blueberry smiled at him, “Don’t worry, brother. For I, the great, Sans am always careful!”

Papyrus chuckled, “Right. Okay, seeya later, bro.”

Sans grinned even wider, eyes sparkling like stars as he waved again and headed out the door, closing it behind him. Papyrus waved after his brother as Red crept around his legs, whining a bit. The lazy skeleton glanced down and noticed immediately how small the fellwolf was currently. He tilted his head slightly before slowly reaching a hand down. The wolf flinched a bit at first, ears flattening and red pupils disappearing before the taller skeleton’s hand made contact with his skull, petting ever so gently. He pet along the other’s skull softly before carefully lifting him up to his eye level.

“Low on magic again, huh?” He asked as Red blinked, tilting his head to the side, which earned a smile from the taller skeleton, “We’ll fix that.”

After munching on a few leftovers and drinking a bottle of honey the two were ready for a nap. Papyrus sat down on the green sofa with Red in his lap, chatting and petting idly. True, the other couldn’t talk back but the lazy skeleton felt somewhat at easy talking to him regardless. The small fellwolf listened closely, ears perked attentively and tail wagging. The action made Papyrus smile, slowly he laid down with Red rested on his chest as he began to doze. He glanced down at the fluffy bundle of bones on him and couldn’t help the lazy smile that graced his face. Red was so cute. The tiny wolf’s head rested on his furry arms as his eyes drooped, red pupils fading with the oncoming waves of sleep. The lazy skeleton sighed in content as he too started to doze off, following the fellwolf’s lead into sleep.

Which brings him to the present situation. Papyrus had awakened around noon, eyes blinking slowly as he sighed softly. Not entirely awake yet as he shifted slightly, only to realize a heavy weight on his chest cavity. He frowned, opening his eyes to find Red back in his normal form and sleeping peacefully. The lazy skeleton studied the wolf quietly before reaching forward to caress his skull, petting along his ears. Well, that takes care of that. But so much for getting up though.

He paused as he felt the skeletal wolf shift under his touch. Red lifted his head up sleepily, eye sockets empty as he seemed to stare at Papyrus. Neither of them moved for a moment before the fellwolf on his chest yawned, baring his fangs. The action startled the lazy skeleton a bit before he quickly recovered, watching as Red laid his head back down to sleep. He chuckled, returning to petting the other’s skull, smiling affectionately. Papyrus leaned close to clink a kiss against the wolf’s head before laying back down. Well, looks like he wasn’t going anywhere, might as well nap.

It was a little while before the lazy skeleton was asleep, snoozing loudly. Slowly Red opened an eye to peek up at him before lifting his head up. The fellwolf seemed to study him quietly, cheekbones lightly tinted red as he pawed closer. He gave a sniff, checking to see if the other was truly asleep. Papyrus barely stirred as the other shly nuzzled into his cheekbone before giving it a soft lick. Red seemed to pause as the lazy skeleton shifted a bit but otherwise remained in dreamland. After a moment the fellwolf inched up more to rest and cuddle right in the crook of Papyrus’ neck, closing his eyes with a soft whine.

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Sans smiled down at Edge from his perch atop his shoulders as the arrived home. The small skeleton patted the large fellwolf’s head to kindly let him down. After a moment he obliged leaning down on all fours to allow the other to dismount. Sans opened the door, opening his mouth to call his brother and the other fellwolf before pausing. Edge nudged him from behind, urging him to go further inside with a loud gruff. The small skeleton, turned to him apologetically but raised a finger and placed it in front of his mandibles. A gesture for the large wolf to keep the noise down. The large fellwolf tilted his head at him as Sans crept further inside and allowing Edge to come in before shutting the door.

Sans turned to the wolf, eyes shaped like stars and voice hushed, “Shhh.” He grinned widely as he pointed to the couch where his brother and Red were snuggled close together. The small skeleton tiptoed into the kitchen, refilling his bag with snacks before tiptoeing back out. Edge watched him as he quietly snuck back to the front door, hand on the handle.

The large fellwolf made a questioning gruff sound as Sans glanced back at him, “.. We’ll let them slack off.. But just for today.” 

He smiled again as he opened the door, the other seemed to study him a moment before giving him a quick lick. The small skeleton squeaked before slapping a hand over his mouth, peeking over at his brother. The two on the couch remained unperturbed as he sighed before pouting up at Edge who seemed all too satisfied with himself. The large wolf humored the tiny blueberry, however, as he turned and crept back out of the house. Sans huffed as he crept out the door as well taking one last peek back at his brother and Red, giggling before disappearing beyond the door.