Frisk closed their eyes, their head comfortably settled into their pillow.
They found themself looking through someone else’s eyes into a beige room. Paintings hung on the walls, several of which were of singular bones, and directly across from their “host” hung a picture of three people. Well, “people” wasn’t entirely accurate, as the picture depicted two skeletons and a blue-skinned humanoid with red-and-blue fins for ears and a long red ponytail hanging down her back.
They heard someone yelling from an adjacent room.
“UGH!” Then came thumping, the kind of noise you’d hear if someone was stomping around in the room next door. A skeleton poked his head through the doorway, the taller of the two from the picture. “Ș̷̡͍̮̟̌̌̈́̎͛͘Á̵̫̦̩̦͈̮̣̺̅̋̄̔̈́ͅŅ̸̤̘̱̬͉̯̦̏͗̾̽S̶̨̡̟͔̥͕̮͌̒͜! You’re so lazy! Come on, get up!” The first word he’d yelled was indecipherable, no matter how they played it back in their head, as all names were in dream-memories.
“Hey, P̶͙̜̤͉̜̜͚̩̭͐̒͌̔̑͌̒͠ͅä̸̢̢͍̘̞̣͎̫̓̑̔̃͛͑͛̍̅͜͜p̵̺͙̬̠̙̀̋ͅy̵̡̺̼͇̼̬͐̽̏͋̓̽̅͘r̵̲͕̟̘̺̲̒̃̽ủ̵̱͚̦̳̋͊̾͝s̸̯͂̾́͌,” Frisk heard their host say in a deep, slightly rumbling voice that vibrated within their host’s chest. “Wassup?”
“You know very well ‘what’s up,’ Ṡ̴̜͙̔̑̍ͅâ̸͖͓͚̪̣̽n̶̛̮̣̰̥̯͉̜̓̈́̈́͂̌̚ͅs̵̢̛̲̤̣̺̜̱̘̍̄̂̄̓̔͝͝͝!” the other replied with an air of annoyance, his red-gloved hands resting on his hips. “As I said before, you’re so lazy! It’s unbearable. Get up.” He frowned at the host.
“You could even say it’s ‘un-plaze-ent,’” he countered, chuckling a little as the tall skeleton flipped out.
“Ș̷̡͍̮̟̌̌̈́̎͛͘Á̵̫̦̩̦͈̮̣̺̅̋̄̔̈́ͅŅ̸̤̘̱̬͉̯̦̏͗̾̽S̶̨̡̟͔̥͕̮͌̒͜! That’s not funny and you know it!” The taller skeleton was practically scowling by this point, arms crossed against his chest in frustration and one booted foot tapping the ground.
"Aw, c’mon, bro, I found it quite… humerus.”
“Oh my GOD!” The door slammed behind him as he left.
Frisk awoke to the sound of their alarm. Their soulmate must be quite the punny guy.
Sans opened the front door slowly, cautious of how much noise he was making. He didn’t want to wake up Papyrus, who slept like a little kid if left undisturbed, but was easily woken up by noise.
He crept up the stairs, glad that his pink slippers muffled his footsteps. He paused at the open door to his brother’s room. Peeking in for a moment, he observed Papyrus, asleep, in his bed, the red covers pulled up around him. He sighed a little, happy that his brother was happily dreaming, and pulled the door shut with as little noise as possible.
Sans padded across the hall to his own room, kicking off his slippers before climbing into bed. It had been a long day at the lab, and he was grateful for the peace and quiet, and for a chance to relax.
Sans found himself looking through someone else’s eyes. Another soulmate memory, he thought.
His host looked down at their hands, seemingly buried in their own thoughts that he couldn’t see. Sans wished he could look around, but in someone else’s memories, he was victim to whatever they had experienced.
"F̶̛͚̹̥͕̘͕́͛͌̽͝͝r̵̛̤̱̟͍̙͍̳̀̍̂̐̈́̿͒̐͝ͅi̷̛̦̪̟͕͉͎͚̮̊̿̍̊͂̑s̸̘̝̋̓̾k̸̮̙͍̘̹͖̰̹̈̃͠!” The voice came from behind his host. Looking up, they turned, and he could see that the voice belonged to a white-furred goat lady. “I have made pie, and it is time to come in and eat.”
His host replied, “I’m coming, T̵̨̗̔̋̇̐o̴̥̯͒̊̒̊r̸̥̤̒̂ͅi̷̝̱̯̼̬͛̉͐̈̕ḙ̴͚̥̜̻̗̬̟͙̐̇͂̾͂͂̊͑̚ͅl̸̡̛̳̰̫͚̺͈͕̯̾̈͌̂͐͘̚̕͜!” Sans had always wished he could understand the names spoken in the memories, but he knew that it just wasn’t how things worked. He’d have to figure out his soulmate’s identity on his own.
The host walked into the house after the goat lady, closing the door behind them.
What was that smell? Sans had never before smelled something so heavenly, and he suddenly wondered if his host would eat whatever it was.
The host was now in a dining room, or kitchen, maybe. A square table filled most of the small room, and three people sat around it—well, two more goat monsters and a red-eyed human. The human waved, and the host waved back with a hand that was definitely human. Well, that’s a clue.
The goat lady reentered the room from a doorway on the opposite wall, coming to sit next to the larger of the two seated monsters, a goat male with a blonde beard and kind eyes.
“Well, dig in, C̸̫̮͚̥͇͑̓̒̐͂͌̓̒̑ḥ̶̮̮̱͗ä̸͍̱̜͖́̆̉̒̍͆͜͠r̶͉̞̤͔̥̖̊͋̀̓̇̾͛͛͠ā̸̳͇̬̅̿̈̿͂, Ą̸̧̧̙̹̗̗̫̗͋̈́͂̄͜s̷̹̝͈̠̱̖͔̫̟̜̈́͊͝͝r̵̜̬̤̹͑̂̽̕͜͝ì̴̤̫̘̘̮͓͜e̴̬̜͈̗̩̿̀͌̂͋̅̚̕͘l̵̺̔, F̶̛͚̹̥͕̘͕́͛͌̽͝͝r̵̛̤̱̟͍̙͍̳̀̍̂̐̈́̿͒̐͝ͅi̷̛̦̪̟͕͉͎͚̮̊̿̍̊͂̑s̸̘̝̋̓̾k̸̮̙͍̘̹͖̰̹̈̃͠,” the goat lady said, her tone almost unbearably warm. The host turned their gaze to the middle of the table, where a large pie sat, and Sans knew immediately that it was where the scent had been emanating from.
“Why are we celebrating again?” inquired the red-eyed human, a playful look on xyr face.
The goat lady raised a stern eyebrow. “Why, C̸̫̮͚̥͇͑̓̒̐͂͌̓̒̑ḥ̶̮̮̱͗ä̸͍̱̜͖́̆̉̒̍͆͜͠r̶͉̞̤͔̥̖̊͋̀̓̇̾͛͛͠ā̸̳͇̬̅̿̈̿͂, it’s F̶̛͚̹̥͕̘͕́͛͌̽͝͝r̵̛̤̱̟͍̙͍̳̀̍̂̐̈́̿͒̐͝ͅi̷̛̦̪̟͕͉͎͚̮̊̿̍̊͂̑s̸̘̝̋̓̾k̸̮̙͍̘̹͖̰̹̈̃͠’s and your birthday today. Well, the day we took you both in,” she amended, a thoughtful look on her face, as if reminiscing.
When Sans awoke from his dream, it was still mostly dark outside. They must be a happy little family… kinda wish Paps could’ve had more of a family, more than just me and Undyne. But, I guess, when I find my soulmate, we’ll all be one family.