"SANS STOP SHAKING ME YOU DICK!"

He jumped and let go. "Sorry."

"Aaaggghh!" You flailed backwards off the couch.

He laughed. "You okay?"

"I will be when the room stops spinning. Okay.... Okay..... I think I'm good." You pushed yourself off the floor.

Sans laughed quietly. "You were having a nightmare again. I'm sorry."

You shook any lingering dizziness off. "Your good, Sans. Everyone has them. I'm glad you woke me up."

He laughed again. "Yah. Well, I guess your right. But I have to say, your really cuddly." He winked.

You giggled. "Yeah. I guess so." You stretched your arms and stood up.

He sighed. "Monster kid'll be back today. Papyrus is out capturing humans. Me and you are all alone. You know what that means?" He waggled his brow bones.

You giggled. "What?"

"We're making cookies."

You gasped, then coughed when you inhaled the flour. "SANS YOU DID NOT JUST DO THAT."

He laughed, his hands covered in flour. "I did."

You tried to pat some of it off your clothes, but it stayed. "Oh my gosh, you are so gonna get it."

"Are you gonna give me a bad time?"

You smiled, kind of confused. "That's one way to put it." Bad time? Alright.

You reached for the flour, but he stopped you. "If your gonna do that, at least take my jacket upstairs so you don't get any on it." He took it off.

You giggled harder and grabbed it, then skipped up the stairs. You paused and pulled it on, then pushed your hands into the pockets.
Something sharp cut your hand.
You hissed in a breath and pulled it out gently. A knife.
Specifically, your knife.
You frowned and gently grabbed it by its handle, then went back into the kitchen. Sans was on the counter, hiding the flour.
You cleared your throat. "Sans. Why-?"

He jumped, startled. "That was quick." He turned. "I thought it'd be humerus to-"
The flour slipped from his fingers and hit the ground with a thud. He was on the opposite side of the kitchen in the blink of an eye.
"Fri- Um, heh, (Y/n).... what are you doing with that." He laughed nervously.

You blinked down at it. "I was gonna ask why you have it. It was in my bag, and you took it."

He shrugged tensely. "Well, I...... Didn't want Papyrus to find it. And hurt himself."

You nodded. "That makes sense. Here." You walked towards him and held it out, smiling. "You can keep it."

He slowly took it, then laughed. "Your wearing my jacket. I'll take it up this time."

Papyrus opened the door. "BROTHER, HUMAN. THE GREAT PAPYRUS IS HOME." He looked down at the trail of flour on the floor, then followed the laughing and giggles. He found you two in the kitchen.

"OH MY ASGORE, THE FLOUR IS EVERY WHERE SANS. HUMAN HOW COULD YOU LET THIS HAPPEN!" He stared.
You and Sans were covered head to toe with flour, and holding hands. "Sorry paps." Sans chuckled. "She started it."

You punched his arm. "No! You did."

Papyrus looked between the two of you. "Okay then.... well I invited Undyne over for dinner."

"Papyrus please say your lying."

"ER, NO. SHE'S COMING TONIGHT. SHE SHOULD BE HERE..."

Someone knocked.

"NOW."