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(A/n: Clue for what will happen after third power is that picture up there, since the finale is like in 10,000 or so words later...)

Your POV

Something's up with Sans. He looks like he got into a fight or something, and there are holes in his hands. What are they for anyway? I'll probably just try to enjoy my last week... And maybe read more of that book. It said my soul has three main powers, and I wasn't able to read the last one because Frisk interrupted my reading.

We go downstairs, Frisk and Papyrus are watching Rick and Morty. "Papyrus, doesn't that show have curse words?" The 'Meseeks and Destroy' episode is on. "Yeah, he might learn how to spell." "Pffbt." I snort. "Don't worry, Sis! This is the censored version. (His innocence shall be saved!)" Frisk whispers. Papyrus turns around. "BROTHER, WHY DO YOU HAVE CRACKS ON YOUR FACE?" "Uh, it's nothing bro. It's face paint.." Sans, really? "AH. WHAT ARE YOU DOING WITH FACE PAINT ON?" "Guess I just wanna face facts." Papyrus grunts, turning back to the TV.

"HUMAN, WHY IS JERRY TRYING TO LICK THE MOTHER'S FACE? IS JERRY A DOG IN THIS EPISODE?" "Papyrus, that's called kissing. It's like a romantic gesture." "HUH. NO WONDER WHY METTATON TRIED TO 'KISS' ME BEFORE, NYEH HEH HEH!" Sans snorts, his eye flashed light blue and yellow for a second.

Frisk looks like she's staring into oblivion for a second then starts giggling. She tugs Papyrus' scarf and points at me and Sans. What are they giggling about..? "NICE GIRLFRIEND, BROTHER!" Uh.. What.

"Yeah, why?" Sans says. I glare at him, blushing(?). He winks. What is going on? Is he asking me to play along..? "OH MY GOD WE NEED TO CALL ALPHYS!" Papyrus shook Frisk rapidly, she giggles, taking out her phone and dialing a number.

"Alphys, the ship has sailed!" I can hear squealing from the other line. "Alphys is asking if it's true." She puts the phone closer. "Uhhhh, yes?" Sounded more like a question. I hear more squealing. I can't believe Sans is chilling with this, holy crap.

"Have you two eaten breakfast yet?" "OH... SORRY I FORGOT TO COOK FOR YOU TWO, HUMAN AND BROTHER. IT WOULD TAKE A FEW MINUTES TO WAIT, OR.." "... or we could go to Grillby's." Sans says. "Hmm, that's actually a great idea." "O-Oh, Sans, wait!" Frisk tugged at Sans' jacket.

She tiptoed, whispering something to him. "Ohh.. Okay then. Well, see ya later guys." Sans and I waved, going outside the house. "You wanna teleport or walk?" "Teleport I guess." I shrug, resting my head on his shoulder.

The snowy world fades into a warm red, taking me off guard. I feel a lot more dizzy than other times we teleport.. ugh... I rub my eyes. We're in Grillby's. The bar quiets down at the sight of us.

"Sans, what happened to ya?" A fish guy..? A few more of the bar-goers say things like 'Are you alright?' or 'Is that really Sans?' "Probably the lack of Grillby's and ketchup every morning, heh. I'm fine, guys. Really." He raises one of his holed hands. I shudder a bit. Does that hurt?

They nod, continuing their day either playing cards or eating food. We walk up to the front of the bar and sit down on the vacant stools. Grillby is cleaning a beer mug. Seriously, how the hell does he keep physical form without burning out? How does he not set everything on fire and how does he even have glasses? Don't they just melt off because of the extreme heat?

"Sans, what happened to your face?" Grillby puts down the cleaned mug, picks up another one and starts cleaning again. "Magic." He shrugged, pinpricks dimming a bit. "Really now? Well then is this your girlfriend?" Grillby puts down the cleaned mug, fists on his hips like an angry mom.

"Heh. I wouldn't believe it at first either. I'm sure you have met Y/n before, like 4 or 5 days ago..." Okay he is serious, he's my boyfriend now.

Sans is my boyfriend now.

Sans.

Is my boyfriend now.

I.

Am his girlfriend now.

Ok.

"Ah. You have a sister.. Frisk, correct?" "Yup... and question, how are you not burning down the place with all that booze displayed back there? And how do your clothes not burn?" "... Oh." He backs away a bit from the glass cabinets filled with liquor.

"Well I'm not really hot to the touch. This.." He points to his fire hair(?). "This is hot to the touch." I nod.

"So what shall I get you two?" "Fries please." I smile. "Actually, I'll take the usual." Sans says. "The usual for breakfast? Sans, are you sure?" "I'm Sans." Grillby chuckled, then just nodded and went out back. What is 'the usual'? It's probably ketchup, and he either can't or shouldn't have it for breakfast.

... It's ketchup flavored beer, isn't it?

He's gonna get drunk on purpose, isn't he?

Today's gonna be a long day.

~•One cute hungover skeleton later•~

Well Sans had some kind of secret 2 hour talk out back at Grillby's with Grillby and I swear I heard music in there. Wasn't able to practice dancing because Sans decided to go on a drinking spree and get drunk. I had to walk him home and deal with the blushing, non-stop punning mess all the way because apparently magic doesn't work while drunk.

"Staaaaaaaar~" "Yes, Sans?" I answer a bit annoyed, this has been carrying on since he drank like 5 bottles. "Why did I drink that much????" "I don't know, I had asked myself 'why did I let you drink that much' three hours ago. But, you know. That was three hours ago." "Can't you fix iiit?" "If I knew, I would have done so five hours ago." "Auuuughghghghhh....." He groans, slouching on the couch.

I sigh, bringing out my phone. I search 'how to treat hangovers' on Safari. The first result is waiting it out. Like 24 hours waiting it out. That's off the list.. Second result is.. coffee. How exactly? Like, doesn't that make it worse? The others are orange juice, water, naps, vitamin c... Guess we could go with water and a nap because I don't think there's orange juice here.. much less oranges... I scroll down a bit more and it says the symptoms are headaches and muscle pain, well Sans cant get muscle pain, irritability and anxiety, weakness and fatigue.. And mood swings and depression. Sans is already depressed, tired, anxious and irritated, so those are done already.

"Auugggghhhhh I have a headaaache.." Well that's the first one. I go to the kitchen and get a pitcher of water and a glass. I pour water into the glass and hand it to him. "Drink it." He takes it and sorta chugs it, drops of water spilling on his shirt. "It's not workiiiing..." "Well it's not supposed to be a magic potion, you have to wait. Maybe take a nap or something." I sit down on the couch again.

"Fiiiine.." He rests his head on the other armrest, lies down and uses my lap as a footrest. I sigh, starting up Piano Tiles 2.

"Heya Sis!" I raise an index finger to my mouth, then I point at the sleeping skeleton. "Oh, sorry." She whispers. "IS SANS STILL HUNGOVER?" Papyrus walks in. "Yup. He needs to sleep, though so mind being a bit more quiet?" I whisper. "NYEH—Nyeh heh heh, Well I need to take Frisk to Undyne today, we both have cooking classes now! So you'll need to watch over Sans if you don't mind." He speaks in a normal voice. Never knew he could do that... "I can watch over him. Well be careful you two." "Will do! Bye!" They ran outside, gently closing the door behind them.

"Nap isn't working..." "What? But you were sound asleep a few minutes ago." "Nggghh.. Can't we try something else?" "You wanna practice for tomorrow?" "Too much work.." "Well then how about video games?" "... You're on." He jolts up, a determined look on his face.

"Snipperclips?" I grab the controller. "Snipperclips." Sans grabs his and we start up the game.

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Word count: 1380

Writing tip: Try listening to music while writing. Helped me a lot, I listened to 'I can't help falling in love' Sans version (idek why), 'Goodbye to a world' by Porter Robinson and 'Determination Irresistable parody' with Djsmell while writing this book.

Just a random writing tip for y'all.

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