Writer~San: Hiya! Random question time! Do you eat pizza(or something similar to it)? If you do, what's your ultimate favorite, what toppings do you like? I like bacon, pepperoni, black olives, and feta cheese on my pizzas. I know, sounds pretty weird but that's just my personal favorite lol. Anyway, that is all.
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(~Your POV + Time Skip~)

Sans made the both of us take showers after the whole ordeal. I have no choice but to wear my first pair of clothes, the hiking outfit I fell down here with. I have no problem with that, I miss my jacket though. Since Papyrus had to go ahead and cover it with flour, my jacket has to be washed too.

I step out of Mutt's room after changing. Barb is sitting on the floor in the living room again. The outfit he has on is more casual, a dark orange t-shirt, his collar, and some black shorts. The shorts go to his knees though.

'Does he custom order his clothes because of his size or are there actually other monsters like him down here?'

I go downstairs and mutter, "You look comfortable, nice outfit." He's very nervous, but quietly replies, "Y-You l-l-look nice too." With Sans catching us shortly after our moment, it threw us off. We're both nervous, and embarrassed for sure. I quietly ask, "Did he mention anything?" Mutt shakes his head. "Where is he?" Mutt whispers in response, tilting his head to the side, "K-kitchen."

There was a long silence. I hug him tightly. Mutt hesitated for a moment before hugging back, "D-Don't worry. It's gonna be o-okay. Honestly h-he s-s-seems half awake so t-that's probably w-w-why he's so 'calm' about this."

"I know, I'm just scared anyway. I let my guard down and then dragged you down with me." He slightly laughs, "I-It was fun though. We c-c-can still have fun." I feel him put a hand on my head, trying to comfort me. I take a deep breath and step back, "Ok let's go." "H-Heh, yeah. Y-you go first." Mutt responded.

'Bruh-'

I turn around and grab his hand, "Oh no I ain't. We're going together." He smirks and mumbles a quick 'Mk' before walking into the kitchen. He doesn't look nervous at all.

'Hold on, did he just say that so I would hold his hand. PUNK!'

I laugh in my mind and smile.

'Papyrus is so NEEDY. I love it.'

That didn't stop the nervousness from resurfacing once we stepped into the kitchen. The counters were cleaned off, ingredients were neatly placed on them. Some dirty dishes from earlier were cleaned and placed on a drying rack. Sans is sweeping the flour off the floor as we enter.

'Wow, he's a neat freak. I feel bad now.. I could've at least helped.'

Moved by my kindness, I say, "I can finish sweeping. You don't have to." Sans glances at me, then holds out the broom, "Don't slack off, I want this floor spotless." "Yes sir! Thanks!" I grab the broom from him. As I start from where he left off, I can see the intense glare he's giving Papyrus.

'Oh geez... This is it.'

"Mind telling me what gave you the right to break into our food supply? I thought I trained you better." Sans scolds firmly. Mutt looks down, I can tell he's welling up with shame. I decide to speak up, "It wasn't him, it was me."
Sans turns to glare at me next, "I found you both in here, therefore he was involved. If he had listened to my rules, I wouldn't have to fuss either of you!" He lets out a small huff and looks away, "I am TRYING to be reasonable here but I'm tired. The last thing I wanted to do was chaperone you two. Because the two of you are always getting in some sort of trouble, we're all in danger because Alphys is convinced that Kitten exists."

Mutt states out of nowhere, "Y-Y-You fought w-with Alphys again. That's w-w-why you were sent home?" Sans shouts, "So what?! If she keeps challenging me, then I will continue to beat her!" Mutt replies, "I-It's not healthy f-f-for you t-t-to keep exhausting y-your magic." "You need to mind your own business Mutt! I can do what I want."

They fought back and forth for a while. It was only through these few minutes that I realized how much Papyrus had stepped up. Normally, he would cower back and keep his mouth shut. Now he was actually standing up for what he needed to say.

'One thing is clear, he really cares about his brother.'

Sans was getting more worked up, but he wasn't necessarily doing anything about it. I still prepared myself to jump out of the way or act if he decided to spawn a blaster again.

'Although, I don't think he can use his magic yet. He's only been asleep for a few hours and still seems exhausted like Pap said.'

Another thing I noticed is how much Sans kept grabbing and scratching at the collar of his T-shirt, where his scarf would've been. I remember he did that earlier, grabbing at his scarf when I was talking with him.

'Maybe that's a thing he does when he's stressed? Seems like it.'

I finish sweeping, throwing away the flour and dirt in my dustpan. Then, I walk upstairs.

(~Mutt's POV~)

'Where is she going?'

I watch her walk upstairs and then go into Sans room.

'Uhhh... Why is she..?'

"Human, where are you going?! We're not done!" Sans is pretty aggravated at the fact that she ignored him. "B-Bro, chill out. I-I-I'm sure she'll b-be back." "SHUT UP!"

'Yep, this is the Sans I'm used to.'

Usually, he would grab my collar and jerk me down but Sans is just standing there, mad as heck. I think he's nervous now that I can overpower him without his magic. He's gone into "All bark, no bite" mode.

'Of course, I don't plan on hurting him. I never would.'

That's when Y/N came back into. She walks up to Sans and holds out her hand, holding his scarf.

'OH.. She must've noticed his little scratching habit.'

Sans looked surprised, then grabbed it from her. She smirked, "I thought it would help. You look really cool with it too."

'Can I just say that this is so cute? Hopefully those two can bond. Heh.. kinda..'

He stares at it for a second before looking at me. I smirk and give him a thumbs up, "She's r-right."

'This is too funny. He has no idea how to react to a compliment. Yet, Sans doesn't realize how nervous Y/N is right now.'

It's true, I can see Y/N shaking slightly. It takes a lot of bravery to even walk up to him. He hurriedly ties his scarf around his neck, "um.. thanks.."

'AYYYYYYY! That's my bro! Look at him, opening up just a itty bitty tiny bit. That is a new record. I need to write that down later.'

Sans walks over to the counters and starts measuring out and mixing ingredients. I walk up from behind Y/N and put a hand on her shoulder. She lets out a large exhale, grabbing at her chest.

'She really held her breath for that long, impressive.'

Y/N locks arms with me and leans her head against my arm. I give her a few small pets on the head. We can't really say much since Sans is right across the room but we're both just relieved that we're not dead.

Sans commands, "Come here." N/N steps away from me and stands to the side of him. Sans spreads some flour across the counter and puts a huge lump of dough he made on top of it. He steps to side, "Your job is to knead the dough. Keep kneading and adding small amounts of flour to it until it no longer sticks to your hands. When you get to that point, we can move on to rolling it out." She nods and starts on her task. Sans walks over to the fridge, and pulls out a block of cheese, "Mutt, get the cheese grater. It's going to be in the cabinet on your left. Then get a plate."

'Welp, that's me.'

I bend down and grab what I think to be a cheese grater. Then I look through another cabinet to get a plate. I hand them to Sans and he placed the plate next to Y/N's little station. Next, he tells me, "Your job is to shred up some of this cheese. We'll need a good pile of it so don't stop until I tell you to. I need to work on the sauce. It's terribly under-seasoned."

Y/N comments, "Add some more frustration and you can be the monster version of Gordon Ramsay." Both Sans and I look at her puzzled, asking, "What???" She starts laughing and replies, "He's just a famous chef that takes his cooking very seriously."

Sans continues, "Of course I'm serious about my cooking. Did you ever cook meals for yourself?!" Y/N tells him, "Of course I did! Mostly microwave dinners and chicken nuggets..." I look at Sans and start wheezing uncontrollably. His blank stare is just a mix of 'Are you kidding me?' and flat out disappointment.

Y/N doesn't even have to look, she starts laughing at herself. Sans bluntly states, "I'm going to pretend that you never said that." I decide to chime in, "Don't worry Y/N. He w-wasn't a-a-always the b-best cook. He just r-r-refuses to a-admit he's s-s-set the k-kitchen on fire m-m-more than once."

Sans screams to defend himself, "That was years ago!" I can't help but laugh, Y/N laughs too. She tries to help him out, "We all start somewhere. For what it's worth, your tacos are cooked pretty well." Sans blinks, his pupils turning into stars. He poses confidently, "Of course they are! They're made by none other than the Great and Magnificent Sans!" I try to hide my smile.

'I haven't seen him this excited in a long time.'

Writer~San: That's the chapter for today! I hope y'all enjoyed it. We had some bitter moments and some sweet ones too. Is Sans starting to open up to you? Is there a chance that you can become his friend? Seems pretty impossible but we'll see what happens. Now I'm hungry so I'm gonna go eat dinner. Sadly, it's not pizza, even though I would love some right about now lol. Have a good night (or day depending on when you read this)!