Olive You Fanfic/ Comic Script (Post-tale)

Olive You
Post-tale Comic Script
By TrueWinterSpring

Present
It was a normal night at home.  You and Sans were watching a movie Alphys lent you.  It was a romantic comedy called “Shooting Fish.”
“Ya know, this movie reminds me of the night we ‘hooked up’.” Sans joked.
You raised an eyebrow, “Way to make that sound dirty.”

Two Years Ago
You and Sans were at Grillby’s, enjoying drinking and ‘striking’ up a conversation with the pyro bartender.  Sans didn’t say much, it was most you telling Grillby about the new renovations at the Dremueer Castle and other things that happened since your last visit.
Clunk
You and Grillby look to the source of the sound.  Sans was passed out on the counter, his fourth ketchup bottle half-drunk.
“Oh, sorry Grillby.  But I guess that’s our cue to go home.”
Grillby pulled out his cellphone from his apron and pulled up his contacts, looking for Papyrus.
You wave you hand to him, “That’s ok Grillby.  No need to call Papyrus.”  He gives you a questioning look.  You spin Sans seat around, keeping him from falling off.  Then you knelt down and pulled into a piggyback, hooking his hand on your shoulders so he could hold on.  “He may not look it but Sans is pretty light.” You stood up, glad Sans didn’t fall back.  “It was nice talking to you, Grilbz.  Say hello to your daughter for me.”
Walking back to the skelebro’s place was not far, so you walked slow to not slip.  It was gently snowing and it was peaceful.  The welcoming golden glow shone from the windows of the home you know so well.  It made you smile.  With Sans on your back, you kick the front door, careful not to scuff it up.
Papyrus opens it, slight surprise on his face, “Oh! Hello Frisk!” He steps back to let you in.
“Hey Papyrus!  Sorry for kicking the door but my hands are kind of full.”
“I can see that.  I can take him from you.”
“That’s ok, I’ve got this one.” You offer.
“Well, ok.”  Papyrus blinks.
You kick off you boots and carry Sans up stairs back to his room.
Papyrus follows you, “I’ve got to train with Undyne in the morning and I’ve stayed up late enough as it is.”
“Then you should go to bed Paps.  I’ll lock up when I leave.” You say, knowing you have your spare key to his place.
“Really?”  He appreciated your generous behavior.  “Thanks Frisk and good night.”  
“No problem and good night.” You respond.  Papyrus disappears in his room.
Sans door was open by a crack.  You blinked in confusion.  This is always closed.  You decided to not think much of it and pushed it wide open with your foot.
What the-?
You’ve never seen Sans room before but you didn’t really know what you were expecting.  Looking around, many questions came to you mind.  So this is his room?  Why am I surprised?  A treadmill?  Does he even use it?  How the hell is there twister?
Seeing that the bed wasn’t made and had a big ball of dirty laundry piled on it you decide to make it.  Carefully setting Sans down by the wall, you go in search for spare sheets.  You find them under the bed.  It didn’t take you long to make the bed and lift Sans onto it like child, tucking him in.  He didn’t shift in his sleep once since Grillby’s.
“F-Frisk…”
You blinked, unsure if you really just heard someone say your name.  You look at Sans.
“I’mmmm…tibia hon…hnnnn…ketchup.”
He’s talking in his sleep?
A thought goes thought your mind and you sit on the side of the bed.  What am I doing?  I should leave.  But the thought persisted in you head.  You really wanted to get it over with and this might be the only chance you get.  It’s now or never I guess.
“Sans?” You whisper.  He snores. “Knock-knock.”
“Who’d dere?” he mumbles.
Huh? He actually answered.  You lean a little close. “Olive.”  You gulp, knowing what your next words will be.”Ol…if who?”
“Olive you.”  You cradle his face in your hands and lean in till your forehead softly touches his.  
You pull back quickly, feeling very embarrassed.  Gawd that was stupid.  I better leave before he realizes I’m here.  You get up to leave but you barely took a step before the door slammed shut.  
The suddenness of it made your heart race.  Holy shi-! How did that happen? Nearly gave me a heart attack.  Something snapped around your wrist and pulled hard, flinging you back onto the bed.  
Before you knew what happened, you were flat on you back on the bed and Sans hovered over you.  His legs were at you sides, trapping you.  You couldn’t move.
Shit!  He looks really mad.  Sans eye was lit up and he glared down at you.  Then why am I not afraid?  You ask your self.
“Did you mean it?”
Wha-?
Sans continued to glare at you, waiting for your answer.  You figure he was asking about the punch-line to your knock-knock joke.  You gulp, feeling more afraid of admitting the truth than Sans’ magic.
“Y-yes!” You blurt. “But I thought you were- I get if you don’t feel-” The glare Sans was giving was quickly replaced with surprise, mixed with interest.  You felt your eyes sting with the beginnings of tears.  “Sans I’m sorry.  I’m so sorry.  I’m so-” He cupped you face, causing you to gasp.  “What are you-?”
Suddenly his mouth was on yours, melding and moving in a pleasant way.  He’s kissing you!  Why? Why?!  You face flares up and you feel lightheaded.
He pulls away.  “Heh, I wanted to do that for a long time,” he peeks open one eye to look at you. “I al- OH MY GAWD!” He sees you fainted, face completely red and eyes spinning in your head.  He pulls you up to sit, giving you a bit of a shake, trying to wake you.  “Frisk!  Wake up!  Come on kiddo, this isn’t funny!”
You blinked your eyes open, your head still spinning. “Sans?”
Sans sighs in relief, “Geez kid, don’t scare me like that.  Warn me next ti-”
You grabbed his hoodie and wrenched his face to yours, passionately kissing him.  You haven’t felt this determined since your first entered the Underground.  Sans was stunned, but didn’t pull away.  Instead he gently placed a hand on your longer back, holding you close, and the other cradled the back of your head.  You felt his fingers run through your hair and massage your scalp with his gentle touch.  You tried to open your mouth to breath but something soft stroked your bottom lip.  A tongue?  You didn’t think Sans would have one but a part of you happily took note of it.  Before things got too heated, Sans let go; both of you were breathing a little heavier.  You stared at his face; his eyes half-closed and a small smile was present.  You couldn’t help but smile too.
He pulls you to his chest.  You don’t know what to say.  He breathed deeply, taking in your scent, and stroked your back comfortingly.  Neither of you said anything for a bit.
“Sans?”
“Mhmm?”
“Do you really like me?  After everything I’ve done to you?”  You were talking about your genocide past when Chara controlled you.
Sans knew what you meant but he still frowned in concern, “Of course kiddo.  I really, really like you.  What happened in the past was not your fault.  I could never dislike you for that.  Okay?”
“Okay.”  You nod into his chest.  “But you always treated me like a kid.  I didn’t think you’d-”
“Frisk.”  He cuts you off.  “Sorry if gave you the wrong idea Frisk.  Old habits are hard to get rid of.” He places his chin on top of your head, “Besides it’s become my special way of being affectionate towards you.  I’ve been doing it for years.”
You blush, feeling stupid that you never noticed before.  “Oh… I’m sorry.”
Sans chuckled again, “Don’t be.  I knew you were a little unobservant.”
You shift your head a bit, feeling Sans ribs underneath his hoodie.  They were thicker and softer than a human skeleton but you should have guessed he was different.  But in this moment he wasn’t different.  You felt this pulsing warmth between you, this strange feeling.  You felt it before but not to this degree.  And you knew Sans was feeling it too.
“Do you like me?” Sans asks.
You lean back and looked him in the eyes.  “I like you as much as you like me,” you nuzzled his face, “maybe more.”
Sans smile widened joyfully.  He then got off your lap and stood up.  “Do me a favor and stand up for a bit.”
“Um…ok?”  You stand up.
He grabbed his pillow and tossed it against the corner wall by the bed, before leaning against it.  He opened his arms, inviting you in, “Come on kiddo.  Give old Sansy a hug.”
You smile and crawl back on the mattress.  You scooted closer so he may wrap his arms around you.  For a skeleton, he wasn’t as boney and uncomfortable as you imagined.  Then of course he wasn’t a ‘human’ skeleton.  You shifted till you found a cozy position.
Sans used his magic to pull out a spare blanket from a drawer and laid it over both of you.  You felt the warmth of his magic surround you like a cocoon, comforting you.
“Frisk?”
“Yeah?”
“Olive you.”
Closing your eyes, you smile, “Olive you too.”
With Sans holding you and the occasional exchange of kisses, you grew tired  and soon fell asleep.

The next morning, you phone goes off, waking you.  Sans was already awake, watching you sleep.
“Good mornin’.  Sleep well?”
“Yeah.”  You try looking over your shoulder, proving a bit difficult with Sans’ arm still wrapped around you.  “Someone’s trying to call me.”
“I got it sweet heart.”  He levitates the cell phone; he doesn’t give it to you but answers it himself.  “Hello?”  His face darkened and a couple beads of sweat formed on his face, “Oh, hi Tori.  How are you?”  You could barely hear your mother on the other end.  Sans let go of you, and nervously ran his hand across his skull,  “Uh, well Frisk is, uh…”
“Give me the phone.” You growl.  He hands it to you and you bring it up to your ear.  “Mom?”  You hear your mother raising her voice and asking many questions at once.  “Wait Mom slow down!”  she does and you answer each of he questions, “I’m sorry I didn’t come home.  Yes, I’m at Sans.  Y-yes, I was here all night.” You confessed.  “WHAT?  NO!  N-nothing happened!” You exclaim when she asked a very private question.  “It was just really late and Sans offered for me to stay.”  Your mother seemed to have bought the lie.  “I know, I should have called.  Grounded?!  B-but Mom I’m an adult!”  Your Mom beaked at you some more and you gave in. “Fine.”
Sans put his arm back around your waist as you argued with your mother.  He scratched his head, leaning it back against the wall, thinking about how you two were going to explain your newfound relationship.

Present
Sans paused the movie, “I really liked how you used a knock-knock joke to confess to me.”
“I honestly thought you were asleep.”
“Then why say it if I wasn’t going to hear it?”
“I just had to get it off my chest and I was too nervous to say it to you, face-to-face.”  You sat up, “I was surprised that I woke you up with that.  Normally you’re a heavy sleeper."
Sans rubbed your shoulder and then he snickered. “What?” You ask.
He scratched the side of his face with his index finger, “Well, I wasn’t exactly asleep.”
You blinked in surprise, “When did you wake up?”
“I faked falling asleep at Grillby’s.”
“Why?!”
Sans shrugged, “Didn’t feel like walking home.”  He saw you were irritated when your lips formed a thin line.  “I thought you’d call Pap to get me.”
“Your so damn lazy!” You playfully smack his shoulder and he laughs before pulling you into a hug, topped with a peck on the lips.