You had to admit, Papyrus bed was comfortable. You woke up on your own too, rather than waking up to yelling. Were you the first up? You opened the door with a quiet yawn, stumbling down the stairs and to the kitchen. Sans watched quietly from the couch (that he was suddenly allowed to sit on) as you did. "SAUSAGE OR BACON IN YOUR BREAKFAST LASAGNA?" Papyrus asked. "Poison."
"I'LL PUT BOTH IN." Papyrus said decisively. You rolled your eyes, amused by how hard he was trying to 'change'. You ended up backtracking towards the living room. "What's up with him?" Sans looked up at you. "i was gonna ask ya that. he said somethin' 'bout changin' his ways, he was gonna prove ya wrong, i think ya actually rattled him with yer use or be used shit." Sans leaned into the couch, sighing. "this is th' first time in years i gotta sit on my own couch. shit this is nice.." You glanced back at the kitchen. "I wonder how long this is going to last?" You mused. "don't know, but i'm milking it while i can." You shrugged, not blaming him one single bit. 

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There was a couple times where Papyrus nearly snapped on Sans, but he caught himself and walked out until he cooled down. "wow, he's really gettin' inta this, i love it." You huffed, getting annoyed with his 'change'. "He can't keep this up, he will revert to his user ways. It's only a matter of time." You grumbled. Sans frowned. "yer ruinin' the mood." Sans pointed out, though you didn't really care. "You can't change once you've made the choice." You continued to hate, irking Sans. "that's it, we're goin' ta grillby's." You turned on him. "We?"
"can't fuckin' leave ya alone so yer comin' with me since pap is out." He grabbed your arm and you were gone, suddenly standing outside of the bar in the cold. You scowled at Sans. "You suck." You stated bluntly. "come on, don' knock it 'til ya try it." He pulled you inside of the warm and unwelcoming bar, glares immediately piercing into you guys. "fuck off." Sans snarled, making them look away. "grillbz get me my usual and somethin' fer the lady." Sans sat in a stool, dragging you into one as well. "Pay your fucking tab." The purple fire monster shot back.

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Sans... was out. Drunk as fuck, passed out on the fucking counter. Honestly you had debated ditching the dumbass, but in the end... you decided to take him home before you ended yourself. He had carried you home even if you hadn't wanted it. So you picked up the Skeleton and headed out, wondering if he needed the jacket or if you could take it- no.. no. That was just delaying the inevitable if you did take his jacket. Death was your goal and these damned Skeletons hadn't changed your mind any. You headed out into the bitter cold, realizing you didn't actually know where the fuck their house was from here. Still, being the fucking idiot you were you picked a random direction and started walking. It wasn't long before you were lost with a tiny ass Skeleton in your arms in the freezing fucking cold. There was no way you were going to be able to do it. Especially without a jacket. "I-I fucking... h-hate y-you.." You stuttered as you shambled around. Then you bumped into someone. Papyrus looked down at you sighing before he took Sans from you and picked you up as well. "We have to stop meeting like this." He murmured.