#maletoriel

From the moment Sans woke up, she knew it would be one of those days. Her bones ached, and everything felt 10 degrees cooler. She pushed herself up, she didn’t need Papy worrying about her.

Sans watched as the colors swirled around her in a dizzying array. Already this is a wonderful start to a day. She braced herself as she stood and waited for her vision to return to normal. She pulled on a sweater then her hoodie over her pajama top, and picked a skirt that would cover her sleep shorts. Why waste the energy taking her pajamas off? She was already ill, no need to exert more energy than needed. 

Sans went downstairs to grab something to eat. She made herself some toast and shoved it in her pocket. When questioned by her sister on this the small skeleton replied “I will eat it at the sentry station, don’t worry sis, I want to make you proud.” Internally Sans cringed at how easy the lies came. Her magic felt wrong, and knew that if she ate, it would come back as ectoplasmic vomit. The sole reason she was going to her post today is to stop her sister from worrying. 

Sans walked out the door deaf to whatever protests her sister may have and shortcutted. She missed her sentry station and ended up at the ruins door. “Heh, maybe he will be here today” She muttered to herself catching her reflection in an icicle. Her cheeks were dusted with blue, from blush or fever the girl didn’t know. 

She knocked twice on the door, and waited for a response. “Who’s there” a masculine voice replied.

“Adore” She responded too eagerly

“Adore who?” The man seemed genuinely curious as to how this joke will go.

“A-door is between us” She smirked. The man behind the door exploded into howls of laughter. His laughter was so infectious that Sans started laughing along with him. Quickly the laughter turned to harsh coughs, after the coughs were heavy pants as she felt herself exhausted from what little she exerted. He was saying something to her but she couldn’t make out what he was saying. “I’m fine” She hastily slurred before darkness began to swim into her vision. She heard the sound of a large door scraping the ground as her world faded to black.

Sans awoke in an unfamiliar place. There was a large man that she didn’t recognize seated infront of her with a worried expression. “Who are you” the skeleton questioned with a rasp.

“I am Toriel the caretaker of the ruins, you are very sick, why did you go out in the snow to talk to an old man like me?”

She chuckled when the man said he was old. He looked like a very attractive man in his thirties.  "Didn’t wanna worry anyone. i’m sans.“ She blushed. This was the man behind the door and she could honestly say her crush had increased ten food after seeing him. 

"Well Ms. Sans you did a poor job of causing anyone worry, for I worried about your wellbeing. You are welcome to stay until you are well, or I could carry you home.” Toriel stated plainly. Neither option particularly appealed to Sans as both would Papyrus to worry, however her faced heated at the thought of being in the Goat Monster’s arms. 

“Carry me,” She mumbled softly avoiding eye contact with the other. 

With what seemed like practiced ease Sans was lifted off the bed and carried in the arms of Toriel. She couldn’t help but notice she was enveloped in warmth when he lifted her up, it was comforting. She didn’t want to fall asleep in his arms, but instead enjoy every second of this. As she was gently pressed against his chest, she listened to his rythmic soul-beats. Part of her wished they could stay like this forever. 

All too soon they were back at her home in Snowdin, and Sans could hear her sister was skittering around looking for her. “Thank you Tor” she whispered, to the goat monster before he rapped on the skele-sisters house. 

The tell-tale sounds of Papy running to get the door filled the air around them. “Who is it?” The tall skeleton asked as she pulled open the front door. Sand could see the shock on her sister’s face. It probably stemmed from the fact that a very tall monster was holding her sick sister. 

“Hello, I am helping your sister back home. I hope you don’t mind that I come in?”

“Not at all, but I will take her now,” the sister said with a small bit of possession. 

The goat nodded and gave the skeleton in his arms a small peck on her cheek before giving her to the taller one’s care. Sans smiled shyly at the kiss. Her sister’s arms lulling her to sleep. Overall this was a good day she decided before accepting sleep’s loving embrace.

(It’s me your superfan! This is my contest submission, hope you enjoy it pup.)