Save Point (Sans x Reader)

Chapter Three

Third Person POV

Sans’s Perspective

Papyrus brings his gaze away from the stew simmering in the pot, the sound of the living room door closing alerting him of someone entering his home. Sans had arrived, looking more relaxed than on previous occasions and still tweaking his wrist to fix the consequences of the joke he pulled on (Y/N).

“You look a little chipper, brother!” the taller skeleton comments, a bright smile made apparent on his skull. “Did something good happen on the way here?”

“Nothin’ big,” the short one replies, shrugging. He takes off his shoes and places them aside, making his way to the couch. “Just got done with my first tutoring lesson, and the people were kinda nice and stuff.”

“You've made new friends, then? What are they like?”

He sits down, looking towards his brother and peering through the island that kept the living room separate from the kitchen. “There's this seven year old that's pretty into my math puns, and then there's his (mother/father), who made this really amazing, one-of-a-kind face when I pulled a prank on them.”

“I figured that would be your only way of making friends! Nonetheless, I am glad you are getting along well with them,” Papyrus comments, taking a break from the conversation to mix the contents of the pot. “You haven't made any new friends since we left the Underground!”

“Eh,” Sans drones, rubbing the back of his spine. “It's been hard to, but. . . I can't say I didn't enjoy today. The human (mom/dad) even gave us snacks while I was tutorin’ their kid, so I guess it's pretty different from the ones that don't want anything to do with us.”

“You are letting a few incidents get to your head, brother! While I am aware not all humans are as kind as Frisk. . . That does not mean it should take you this long to acquaint yourself with them. It's been a year since you last made any new friends!"

“I really don’t wanna talk about that now, Paps.” Sans lets out a sigh, slumping himself on the couch. He places a hand over his forehead while the other reaches for the TV remote. “I'm tired.”

“It's been a year, Sans,” Papyrus persists, turning off the stove. He then turns back towards his brother and narrows his gaze at him. “Please do not treat these humans too distantly. Frisk is not the only kind human out there!”

“I know that.” Another sigh leaves his teeth, his hand rubbing away the headache slowly creeping on his forehead. “I just need more time.”

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After eating a slightly more edible dinner than usual, Sans stays around for another half hour to watch the news and chat with his brother, and takes another to wash up to be ready for the next day. The clock marks eight thirty five when he enters his room, exhaustion taking over his body in waves. 

He sits down on the edge of the twin bed and reaches for the phone he placed on his nightstand, the notification for three new, unread messages showing on the screen.

Thank you for today, Sans!

Having you teach (S/N) today has been the best thing that's happened in a while.

I hope you have a good rest. :-)

Sans rereads the messages over and over, the little smiley face at the end making his thoughts a mess. He still couldn't bring himself to believe he'd given them his phone number and that -- even after leaving their home -- (Y/N) still had him in their mind long enough to thank him again for something that was supposed to be his job. It was clear by the way they apologized after the hand situation and from what was happening right now that this was their nature.

no problem. the kid's pretty eager to learn.

and same to you, pal.

I still haven't gotten over the hand situation.

Seriously, I'm sorry if I hurt you or anything.

it's fine.

didn't mean to get you that worked up.

I guess you could say your hand slipped on that one?

He can't help the small laugh that bursts through the quiet of his room when reading (Y/N)'s latest message. Though the delivery was weak and the joke could use some work, he had to give them props for trying -- especially through means of text messaging. Unable to leave them without a reply, he types in one last response before placing the phone back on the nightstand next to his bed.

good one.

He drowns himself in the sea of bedsheets after that, unable to grasp how quickly another human had entered his life, and how well they seemed to be adjusting to the fact that he wasn't human himself. Shaking away those thoughts, he stares at the hand he twisted loose to pull the prank on (Y/N), replaying the events one last time before grabbing the phone again.

Unable to sleep with the changes going on in his life, he scrolls through Undernet for well over an hour, aimlessly going through the posts and updates made by people he followed. It's not until he notices it's already ten that he stops scrolling. Though it was the weekend tomorrow, he couldn't risk losing any more sleep if it meant he would regret it the morning after.

Giving in, he places the phone aside and plugs it to the charger cable, finally managing to catch some sleep after another half hour of tossing and turning around in bed. Although he knew he was thinking too much over the subject, he couldn't shake off Papyrus's words while he prepared dinner for the both of them.

The fact that a whole year went by since monsters left the Underground was still an overwhelming thought to him. Times were changing, yet he still felt the same.

As he opens his eye sockets again to stare at the ceiling, he begins to realize just how much everyone else was changing and how he still remained the same old skeleton only known for his frequent jokes and laid back character.

How he got all that out of a tense, yet brief conversation with his brother was a mystery to him. Even so, he couldn't deny the truth behind the observation he just made, and he wanted to do something about it.

He just didn't know what yet.

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Hello!

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