(Sans and Papyrus x reader)

(y/n) was cleaning the house while the fellas were at work. Her mp3 player was hooked up to the speaker and playing a piano score she recorded.

The brothers came home for lunch and saw her put on a little show.

She sang and danced like nobody was watching.

Thinking too much about that message today,

Hoping it will reach you, but who can say.

I guess I've always been this way,

A broken up, crazy, Matryoshka!

Her voice was soft and melodic. The boys stared in awe.

Thinking too much about that package today,

Should be here at four, though time slipped away.

Don't say a word, don't make a sound.

But someday the world, will turn upside down!

The elegant female twirled and dusted the shelves still not noticing her boyfriends were there.

Ah, I'm breaking...

Throw out all my pain and all the memories!

Ah, but I'm curious...

What's been breaking me?

She looked at the locked she fell down with. (y/n) couldn't remember who the people in the picture were and knew nothing of the life she lived before.

Well maybe,

If you want to, dance a bit more.

Kalinka? Malinka? Just play the damn chord!

Drowning all of this sick feeling.

Secrets, promises, please tell me everything.

Sans Got a sense of what that line meant but said nothing and kept watching her.

It's loud and clear, 52 and 4.

Freud? Keloid? Play the keys some more.

Laugh and smile at all of this pain.

Dance, ignore the lurking insanity.

The song picked up tempo and her movement quickened.

Clap your hands, like the song plays for you.

Listen to the beat, and drown in the tune.

Honestly, I couldn't care what you say.

All the warmth in the world just melts away!

(y/n) put the duster away and began cooking lunch for when the boys arrived.

Ahh, I'm breaking.

Make sure that I'm standing up now to see,

Ahh, with your warm hands,

Capture all of me...

Pap saw how she hugged herself like she was cold. He wanted to comfort her.

Um, maybe...

You might listen, listen to me?

Kalinka? Malinka? Just kiss my cheek.

I'm so sorry, I've lost control.

What, should I do? What should I know?

They both found her irresistible and were infatuated with her. Sometimes just kissing isn't enough.

Pain and hurt, but I just can't cry.

Parade? Marade? Clap until you die

Wait, you called out, called out for me.

Please, before it's too late, for you and me...

The two looked at her remembering saying those words before she hit reset and never come back.

Down with this madness?

Just break into this!

Open my eyes and,

I'm still a crazy Matryoshka!

The girl felt like she was broken, insane even.

The skeletons adored her because she's quirky, funny, smart, kind, loving, and that's what makes her beautiful.

If you want to, dance a bit more.

Kalinka? Malinka? Just play the damn chord!

Drowning all of these sick feelings.

Secrets, promises, please tell me everything.

Everything...

She plated their food. Fresh spaghetti for Papyrus and a burger with fries and ketchup.

It's loud and clear, just 52 and 4.

Freud? Keloid? Play the keys some more.

Laugh and smile at all of this pain.

Dance, ignore the lurking insanity.

She turned around and was shocked by the sight of her two skeletal lovers.

"How much of that did you guys see?" She asked.

"Everything" they smirked.

"uh-oh"

"Awww, don't be embarrassed babe. We think you sound amazing when you sing"

(y/n) smiled at the sweet comment and gave both gentleman a kiss.

"You may sound amazing when you sing, but how do you sound in the bedroom?" Sans wiggled his eyebrow(?) while he and Pap ran their hands up her thighs.

"Hmm, I don't know.....how about we find out?~" She purred stroking their most sensitive rib.

"You heard her Pap!" he said picking her up bridal style.

A small squeak escaped her lips as Sans squeezed her butt.

"Let's go baby~"

The three of them had a great time that night.