A/N: Hey guys! I'm so so sorry it's been so long since my last update. I just kind of got tired of writing this story very quickly and I didn't intend on finishing it, but I got a review today from a guest named Sansy G that gave me that one final push to get my ass out here and finish up the damn story! Ahaha. Also, before I begin writing this chapter, I wanted to call out a typo in the last chapter that's been getting on my nerves. Where I wrote "Should be burning in hell" it took out the "in hell" part and won't let me fix it for some reason..? I'm not sure why, but I just wanted to let you guys know incase any of you were confused by the lack of in hell. Okay I'll shut up now!
The next morning you wake up, and are immediately hit by the delicious smell of breakfast cooking downstairs. You rub the sleep out of your eyes and stretch out. You feel a ton better than you were yesterday. You then realize that Sans is not in his room like when you fell asleep on him. He must be downstairs. You leave the lazy skeleton's messy bedroom and head downstairs to the kitchen. Papyrus is in there, just finishing up cooking bacon and eggs, and Sans is sitting on the couch watching MTT Morning News. You sleepily take a seat at the kitchen table.
"GOOD MORNING, HUMAN!" says the very cheerful Papyrus. "WOULD YOU LIKE SOME OF THE GREAT PAPYRUS'S EXCELLENTLY COOKED EGGS AND BACON?"
You nod, and Papyrus happily sets down a plate of eggs and bacon arranged in the shape of a smiley face.
"i guess you could say...they're eggcellently cooked," Sans says as he makes his way to the kitchen table to join you and Papyrus. This earns a small chuckle out of you.
"SANS! YOU CAN'T GO ONE DAY WITHOUT MAKING ONE OF THOSE TERRIBLE PUNS OF YOURS!" yells Papyrus
"you're right, papyrus. i couldn't even if i fried."
"UGH!" Papyrus storms off to his room muttering something about Sans and his puns.
"so kid," Sans begins as he turns his attention to you, happily snarfing down your eggs and bacon, "you feeling better yet?"
You nod vigorously with a bacon strip still sticking out of your mouth.
"that's good, because tori is coming back to pick you up today. the meeting ended earlier than expected. you'd better start getting your things together."
You quickly finish up the eggcellent breakfast and hurry to get your things packed back into your bag. Just as you finish, you hear the doorbell ring, followed by loud footsteps heading down the stairs. Must be Papyrus. You race downstairs to greet your mom.
"Oh! Hello, Frisk! Are you feeling better?" Toriel greets as she feels your forehead.
You give her a quick nod.
"You do not feel hot anymore. I guess you are not sick anymore!" Toriel says with a bit too much enthusiasm. You hope she wasn't too worried about you in the time she was gone, because of what happened with Chara many years back.
"YES, YOU ARE NOT SICK ANYMORE! I GUESS YOU WERE NO MATCH FOR THAT TERRIBLE FEVER!" Papyrus exclaims.
After a little more chatting between Toriel and the two skele-bros, you wave goodbye to the wacky skeletons and Toriel takes you back home and makes some of her signature Butterscotch Cinnamon Pie.
The End ;u;
More A/N: Thank you guys so much for the support and positive reviews I've gotten on this story! And once again, sorry to leave you guys hanging for so long! Especially those of you who left reviews saying you wanted more chapters! Thanks for reading, and be sure to follow me incase I decide to write another fan fiction! Have a lovely day, night, afternoon, or whatever it is wherever you are!