This chapter has barely any purpose, but I haven't written in this one in a while and y'all deserve at least a cute chapter of fluff. My writer's block can't stop all functions!

It was quiet when you woke, dark around you making your surroundings invisible. You groaned, blinking as you tried to see some sort of form. "Hello?" You muttered quietly. "Anyone else awake?"

There was a groan from below you and you jumped, squealing in fright. Slipping on the sheets, you fell back and hit your head against the wall and crumbling in the corner. The loud shuffling of feet led to blinding light as a door flew open.

"Sans?! Was that your girlish scream we just heard in here?" Papyrus asked. You squeezed your eyes shut as you held your head where you hit it. Wincing away from the light, you turned slightly away and curled up.

"Ow..." You whined.

"Large human?! Why are you in Sans, somehow cleanly room?" Papyrus asked. "And Sans? Why are you on the floor?"

"What Paps?"

From the floor you watched Sans sit up and looked at Papyrus drowsily. "What'd you say?" He asked.

He looked back at you and stood instantly, leaning over you and looking at your head. "Hey are you okay? What happened?"

"Don't worry Sans, I just hit my head on the wall when I fell." You groaned, rubbing the sore spot.

He sighed and sat, smiling. "Thank goodness it didn't break skin."

"I'm not that bad... clumsy but..."

"Not if you dance like you did last night..." Chara chirped.

Your face fell and you sat up, looking at Papyrus and Frisk. "Sorry for waking you guys."

Papyrus sighed and turned on the light, looking at you and Sans before smiling. "Sans it's nice to see you've extended a hand of friendship to the large human in allowing her to use your favorite jacket. You even offered your own bed, however filthy it's may be... I'm proud."

"His jacket?" You muttered, looking down.

You noticed the blue that stilling swallowed you in soft warmth and blushed. "Oh, I'm sorry. I'll give it back."

You grabbed it's edge and began to lift it off before Sans stopped with a simple hand on the arm. "Don't sweat it, I don't even need it right now. I can't really feel cold anyway. It's just a fashion choice more than anything."

"T-Thanks." You stuttered, looking down.

Frisk snickered from the door and you glared at him, standing shakily as you moved to grab him. "You little ass, I know what you're- *achoo*"

You stopped midsentence and sneezed. As you rubbed your nose you sneezed again. And again and again. "Dammit..." You groaned.

"Human? Are you okay?" Papyrus asked.

"Yeah, just a little sneeze." You smiled.

"Uh, (Y/N), I don't think you're-" Sans was interrupted by a very snappy and frustrated Frisk.

"We're not doing this again." Frisk snapped. "Last time it got away to out of hand."

He marched over to Sans and grabbed his hand. Leading him over to you, he shoved Sans' hand against your forehead as you shrank against a wall in surprise. His eyes widened as he pulled his palm away, looking at you with concern. "Kid you're burning up! It's probably from being outside so long yesterday..."

"I'm fine." You croaked, wiping your red nose and shuffling past them into the hallway. "A little runny nose never killed anyone. I'll be okay."

Your eyes seemed sunken as you slowly progressed through the hallway in tiny steps. Sans sighed as Frisk whispered something to him and Papyrus. Papyrus gasped dramatically, turning and bounding after you. Papyrus grabbed you and hoisted above you over him as he bounded down the stairs. "Sans get the blankets!" He called, as though it would decide the fate of the world.

A rain of blankets fell from the second floor balcony and down on you. Papyrus lifted you and wrapped out tightly in the mess of blankets.

Papyrus looked as worried as you were confused. "Papyrus I'm fine... it's just a cold!" You insisted.

"But it could progress to something worse should you not be treated correctly! I can not risk this with my second most favorite human friend!" He proclaimed proudly. "Sans! I must run to the store and acquire soup for the human! You and Frisk shall remain and watch over the tall human!"

"Aye Aye Paps. Don't let the frost bite you." He chimed.

Papyrus didn't even have time to scold him before he rushed out the door. You sighed in relief as you tried to stand. "Okay, now that he's gone..."

A flying child knocked you back to your ass and you fell with a definitive 'oof.' You groaned as you fell back into the blankets and grabbed your now bruised stomach.

"What the heck Frisk? That fucking hurt..."

"No! Last time you got sick you kept on going until you literally dropped! It was terrifying! Just take a day off won't ya!" He begged.

"Sans tell Frisk to get off of me please." You pled.

"Sorry (Y/N), but he's right. Your forehead was burning up. A fever shouldn't be likely taken." He lectured.

"What's do you know about caring for humans?" You grumbled.

He chuckled, sliding down the railing and plopping down next to you on the couch. "Well humans do drop a lot of stuff into the dump. Even as monsters, we have a lot of info we can draw from your garbage that gets washed down. Including anatomy and scientific works."

You shrank back further into the layers of blankets and took an unsteady breaths, once again a sneeze interrupting your action. Sans snickered, looking at you gently. "Your sneeze is adorable." He commented.

"Is not..." You muttered, hiding your flushed face into the chrysalis you'd made.

Frisk jumped up quickly, standing before you. "I'll go make some tea! I have some stuff for it I snagged from Toriel." He grinned.

You frowned. "Isn't that stealing?" You asked.

"No, she saw me."

You tilted your head, not sure if it still qualified, but too tired to investigate further. "Okay, wait a second. I'll come help you."

"N-No!" He blabbered in a flustered manner. "You stay here, with Sans! Try to find a movie to watch!" He suggested.

"I mean, if you're sure..." You submitted while you still had your pride.

Sans stood and walked to the television stand, crouching to look at the CDs stored beneath the television. "Well, most of these are Mettaton features, but we do have a few human films I salvaged from the Dump and Alphys. How about-" He squinted, bringing the case closer to his eyes then reading it carefully. "Beauty and the Beast? The case is pretty scratched up, but the disk plays just fine..."

You smiled thankfully, and nodded. Sans returned the grin promptly and set to work setting up the movie player and playing the movie. You sat annoyed and immobilized but you were also thankful. It was nice to have a day off for a change. It was a rare occurrence.

The twinkling of gentle music filled the air and you blinked. As you regained focus Sans sat back down next to you and watched the start of the movie. You sighed and rested your head against him, delirious and not realizing how it'd be seen. You only cared about it felt when you cradled around him. You weren't really present mentally. Your eyes were just open, but your mind wondered.

Papyrus burst done the door with misallaneous ingredients. You were pushed to sit when you tried to get up and help. Frisk brought you tea and you burnt your tongue on it, not hearing as he warned you about just that.

My friends are so nice...

"Your friends are just acting polite. You're being a burden." Chara hissed with malicious.

Your brow furrowed and your eyes drifted closed. You could see her again, your disgraced aunt of a child.

I'm not a burden. I'm just... sick... is all.

"And who's fault is that?" Chara pressed.

Uh, yours. You made me freak out, remember? And I ran out so I wouldn't kill anyone.

"No. I actually had no hand in it. That was all you and your subconscious need to kill." Chara's mouth curled into a twisted snarl-like beam.

Your face fell and you averted your gaze.

Yeah, sure. Like I'd believe you. You're just like mom...

"You're wrong. I'm stronger than my sister. And I'm being honest. When you saw that monster, something snapped, right? You hated him. Loathed him! You wanted to see his ashes! You wanted to see him cower beneath you as you snappy his twiggy little-"

Shut up!

You opened your eyes and saw a concerned Frisk. It was short-lived, but Chara always left you stressed. "Hey (Y/N), are you okay?" He asked.

You smiled weakly and sneezed. "Yeah, fine. Why do you ask?"

He snickered evilly, pointing at Sans next to you. "You haven't released Sans arm since you fell asleep. You've been squeezing his arm like crazy." He teased.

You blushed and swatted at him. "Screw you! It's not like I was muttering about confession or anything embarrassing..." You grumbled.

"Ah, so you don't like me?" Sans cooed, feigning a pout. It had to be your foggy mind, but he sounded almost disappointed.

You punched his arm as lightly as you were capable of and rolled your eyes. "Shut up bones. I'm sick, leave me alone."

"Human! The Great master Chef Papyrus has prepared you the most superb of chicken soups to cure your alement!" Papyrus boasted, walking before you and shoving a steaming bowl of broth in front of you.

You gulped, looking at Sans before even daring to taste it. He nodded and offered a thumbs up. Smiling, you took the spoon and brought the soup shakily to your mouth. Blowing gently, you placed the spoon in your mouth and tasted the warm liquid. It was blissful savory, the chunks of chicken tender and flavorful.

"Wow Paps, this came out great." You praised. "I'm kinda surprised."

Papyrus cupped his chin and lifted his head in pride. "Yes human! I found the most savory of soups at the store and prepared it with the quickest of haste! Of course, homemade would have been best, but I thought it best you got your soup fast."

"Oh, so it's canned?" You asked.

He nodded. "I insisted on adding some of my famous sauce to it, but Frisk informed me of your ancient tradition regarding chicken soup."

"Tradition?" You inquired, looking at Frisk. "What tradition?"

"I see..." Papyrus muttered, looking pointedly at Frisk. Frisk shuddered, worried his lie had been uncovered. "Her sickness has caused her to forget of your sacred values." He finished.

Frisk sighed in relief as Papyrus went on to explain the 'bad luck' brought when a sick person eats tomato sauce. Apparently it was even worse if was added to chicken soup. You laughed quietly, gazing at Frisk. You mouthed a thank you to him and smiled.

He nodded and sat next to you with his bowl of soup. Papyrus sat in the arm chair and watched as 'Be Our Guest' played across the movie.

"What about Sans?" You asked. "Where's his?"

He waved his free hand and shrugged. "I'll get it later. I'm not that hungry."

Furrowing your brow, you looked at him. "It'll be cold..."

"That's fine." He insisted.

"You're not allowed to eat Chicken Soup cold... it's a disgrace."

He chuckled. Determined to feed him, for whatever reason, you launched from your blankets and back over the couch. You twisted in the air, landing in a low squat and then standing. Frisk yelped, watching fearfully as you walked shakily. "I'll get you some soup." You muttered. You hear swam in and out of consciousness, your thoughts swimming in and out of logical thought. Swaying, you didn't expect to see the flooring moving so fast just to give you a hug.

Just before you fell asleep, you sneezed.