A/N: I am going to be away for this whole next week. Sadly, the place I'm going will not have wifi so I decided to upload another chapter today. BUT, I will be able to work on the story so I'll have chapters ready when I return! Thanks for understanding and what not. Fluffy chapter by the way ;)  ~Rachie

5 DAYS UNTIL THE CORONATION.

[ Frisk's POV ]

Light began to shine over the Underground, replicating the over world's morning.

I was the first to awake in the skeleton brother's house hold. As I forced my eyes open, the thoughts of the previous night flooded my mind.

They almost distracted me from the current position I realize I'm in.

My face is inches- no centimeters- away from Sans. My arms are tightly wrapped around his left arm, and I can feel his leg on top of one of mine.

His eyes are 'shut' and I can lightly hear him snoring. I stare for a second. Usually when he was sleeping in their living room or anywhere else, he looks more alert. In his current state, he looked defenseless and rather cute.

My eyes open wide, replaying what I thought to myself.

'Cute'? I never had that thought about my skeletal friend, nor have I ever felt such a flutter in my chest... My mind is torn from it as I heard Sans murmur something in his sleep.

"... geh... get dunk... dunked on..."

Nothing is able to stop the large grin from forming on my face.

I decide that waking Sans would be rude and quietly untangle our position.

He flinched as soon as I left his side, causing me to freeze. Luckily he just lulled himself back to sleep, giving me a sense of relief.

As soon as I get up from his bed, I realize it's light enough that I can tell what his room looks like.

The bed I had just got up from was obviously only meant for one person, making me feel bad about having him take me in.

The walls were a drab color of white, there was a small pile of gathering socks in the corner of his room. Besides that, the only thing I saw that might serve a purpose was a small calendar hanging on his wall.

I take a closer look, it must've been a present from Papyrus seeing as how organized it looked and all the dates marked.

As I turn to leave to small room, I realize I'm still wearing Sans's jacket. I hurriedly take it off, feeling bad for him giving it to me in the first place. I lay it on the bed beside him and quietly head into the kitchen.

I decide to have yo-yogurt (It sounds Undertale-ish) and lean against the counter as I begin to dig in. The taste was a mixture of strawberries and another sweet flavor I couldn't pin down.

I wondered if Toriel told Sans my likes and dislikes when it came to foods, because all of the foods in the fridge were among my favorites.

I prepare to consume the last spoonful of yo-yogurt, but hear a shuffling noise enter the kitchen.

As a measure of self-defense, I fling the delicious, creamy substance at the enemy. A soft moan comes from the intruder and I slowly start to open my eyes, observing the after math.

My face turns a pale white as I see the 'enemy'.

Sans glares at me as my now waisted breakfast slides down the front of his skull.

"that wasn't dairy nice of you."

I sigh and start searching for towel. The guilt I had felt seconds ago melts away as I realize he's not upset.

"Come on Sans, that was udderly ridiculous." I smirk, grabbing a towel from the pantry.

"I thought it was rather legendairy."

I return to his side with towel in hand, trying to keep a somewhat stern look, but could feel it slipping away as he eyed me curiously, awaiting my next move.

"These puns aren't amoosing me at all."

We both laugh like children then realize that we've been telling horrible puns long enough now that the yo-yogurt is more than halfway down his face.

I shyly hand him the towel, but he doesn't take it. Instead, he taps his fingers against his arm as if waiting for something to happen.

Then it clicks.

For some reason, I feel slightly uncomfortable even considering what I'm about to do; but fully take the blame knowing that it was my fault in the first place.

I place my left hand on the side of his head to start washing away the cream with my right. I take extra care making sure it doesn't enter any of his orifices.

What I don't notice is the fact that he's avoiding eye-contact and his cheeks are a faint shade of blue.

"There!" I say, taking a step back to admire my job-well-done. I look down at him to see what expression he's making and am left confused.

His eyes are focused directly on the ground and I noticed that he's not really 'there'. I let his abnormal behavior slide and mind my own business. . . .

The day passes surprisingly quick. Papyrus sternly makes sure I stay planted on the couch, willing to give me anything I desire. I keep it simple and only ask for things I know wouldn't be much trouble. He did take off work just to tend to my needs.

Toriel sent me texts every now and again, claiming that if she called, she'd want to see me right away. I honestly miss her a lot as well, but, as Sans perfectly put, she wouldn't be able to get anything done if I were in this condition.

I only had one coughing fit, to which both skeleton brothers responded immediately to; giving me a glass of milk and making sure I was absolutely fine afterwords.

Sans never addressed his behavior from early, and I didn't dare pry into it. He seemed to check up on me more than usual, but never struck up any conversation.

Although I didn't want to admit it, it made me feel a little lonely.

. . . I went to sleep that night dreamless, but found that actual 'sleep' came harder than usual. I felt an uncomfortable feeling flittering around within my stomach.

A single image appeared vividly in my mind and it troubled me more than anything- Sans.

The incident with yo-yogurt from this morning fills you with Determination?