Save Point (Sans x Reader)

Chapter Thirteen, Part One

You’re taken by surprise the second your next-door neighbour opens the door for you, the same fish woman who greeted you into Toriel’s home barely just a few days ago sitting on the couch of her living room. She recognizes you almost instantly, a bright and welcoming grin replacing the doubt she seemed to have clouding her eye.

“Hey!” she calls out, grinning. “You live around here, too?”

“Yeah,” you reply, smiling at her. “I, well. . . I wanted to discuss something with Solana, but I don’t want to interrupt you guys from what you’re doing.”

“Nonsense, (Y/N)!” your neighbour intervenes, both hands on her hips as she gives you an amiable look similar to Undyne’s. “You can help us with Undyne’s dating dilemma -- Did you hear she and Professor Alphys are going out?”

“The science teacher at Toriel’s school?”

“Precisely,” she replies, nodding. “Any ideas for a way to celebrate their one-year anniversary as a couple?”

You walk over to the couch, sitting next to Undyne while Solana takes the small reclining chair set next to the television stand, occupied with both fiction and nonfiction books of all sorts rather than an actual television. “Well. . . What about the place where you first asked her out -- or the place where you guys first kissed?”

Both women hum at your suggestion, Undyne’s face being the first to light up. Your neighbour, on the other hand, stays a little longer in her thinking state, her eyebrows knitting together as her eyes focus on the floor. “Where was that place, Undyne?” she asks, lifting her gaze from the carpeted floor.

Undyne leans back on her seat, passing a hand through her red locks of hair kept tidy by a high ponytail. Her eye goes back to its clouded state as she begins to think back on that memory. “It was at the beach -- I. . . gave her a kiss on the cheek right after we left the Underground, and she got all blushy and cute about it.”

“Then that’s where you should go with her!” Solana declares, moving her gaze over to you. “You’re pretty good at this, (Y/N). Who knew we’d find a solution this fast?”

“Yeah,” Undyne agrees, laughing. “It would’ve taken me a lot longer to come up with that idea.” She casts her eye over to you, a curious look on her face. “Are you dating anyone, (Y/N)?”

You feel a surge of cold run through your body, aware of how awful it would sound to say you were divorced, right after just providing her with dating advice. Solana notices your hesitation, a frown forming on her lips.

“It’s. . . It’s a little complicated, but--”

“They’re crushing!” Solana intervenes, startling you out of your confession. “(Y/N) here’s been single for almost two years now, and just recently. . . the (girl/guy)’s found a crush again -- Isn’t that right, honey?”

“Y- yeah,” you stutter, almost choking on your words. “But it’s kind of a secret right now.”

“Do I know him? Her? Them?” she asks, enthusiasm clear in her voice.

“You do know him,” you reply, stifling a laugh at her intense nature. “That’s exactly why I can’t tell either one of you who it is.”

The rest of your conversation with the two women goes by smoothly, steering clear from the bump in the road involving your divorce thanks to your neighbour. Hours pass with the three of you chatting together and having some coffee courtesy of Solana. You wait until Undyne leaves to approach her again, the doubts you had only increasing in their strength after your talk with her and the fish woman.

You’re both standing outside now, seeing Undyne off after making sure she was -- and felt -- ready for her anniversary celebration with her girlfriend. You wave her off as you watch her mount her car, silence falling between you and your neighbour the second the fish woman closes her car door.

“Solana?” you call out, uncertainty in your tone.

“Yeah, honey?” she asks, turning her attention back to you.

You wait until Undyne’s vehicle disappears from your sight, bracing yourself for what you were about to say. “What’s, um. . . What’s your opinion about monsters?”

She raises an eyebrow at your question, a stunned look reaching her dark complexion. “What do you mean by that? My general opinion on them or. . .”

“G-- General, I guess?” you clarify, heart racing as your mind refuses to get straight to the point. “What you think of them. . . working and living together with us.”

Her gaze narrows at your words and she crosses her arms, her back leaning against the door of her home. “What brought this up, (Y/N)? Those words don’t sound like your own.”

You chew on the inside of your lip, trying to contain yourself. Your palms grow sweaty and your mind begins to overthink, making it hard for you to come up with a response straight away. “My ex called a few days ago, and. . . It just got me thinking. There weren’t nearly as many monsters at my hometown as there are in this city, so I guess I just want to know what you think -- since you’ve always lived here.”

“I think they’re just like us, but a little different all the same,” she replies, passing a hand through her brown curls as she lets out a breath. “Things were different a year ago, with people here not wanting to live near any of them, but the co-ambassador changed that with time. Some people can’t believe Frisk’s only nine years old! They weren’t able to become the monster ambassador per se, since they’re still too young, but. . . Their vision helped the mayor of this city realize monsters are just like us.”

Solana pauses in her speech to inspect you again, intrigue and confusion both swirling in her eyes. She walks over to the stairs set in front of her home’s entrance door, sitting down and inviting you to join her.

“Something in particular you want to ask me? You were the one who wanted to resign as an officer for stuff like this happening in the first place.”

You sit next to her, facing the floor as you place your hands on your knees. “Should I be getting this close with Sans? Is it. . . okay for me to let Faust study at Toriel’s school? I just feel like I’ve been moving too fast, and that I’m barely considering what’s happening right now. What if Sans feels forced to spend time with us? What if. . . What if we’re just taking advantage of that school? Hell, the tutoring’s free! It still feels weird not having to pay, even though it’s been two months already.”

“Breathe, honey, breathe,” Solana soothes, placing a hand on your back. “You’re getting way too worked up over this stuff. You were telling me how great your date with Sans was just a few days ago!”

“It wasn’t a date,” you correct, gathering the strength to look at her in the eye. “The phone call just got me thinking.”

You flinch at the sight of her standing up from the stairs. She looks down at you with a furrowed gaze, a hand being offered out to you.

“Forget about that damned phone call!” she exclaims, a glare forming on her face. “Are you seriously going to act this way just ‘cuz your ex can’t handle you moving on -- Or are you gonna do what a real cop should do, and try to fight for what you think’s right?”