Save Point (Sans x Reader)

Chapter Nineteen, Part One

Important Note

Based on the survey results on Quotev, your ex will now be named Jessie – a gender-neutral name to keep their gender up to your sexuality/orientation!

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Your eyelids weigh down on your sight as the sound of your fingers hitting the keyboard lull you into a dulled, drowsy trance. You can feel your breathing slow as tiredness continues to rise and take over your body. It takes some willpower and a quick gulp of water from the bottle you placed nearby to wake up. Followed by that is the sound of a new notification on your phone, two more of the same sound making it known it was a string of the same notification. You stop on your research to check what it is and come across three messages from Sans on Overnet.

hey.

can we meet up somewhere?

i need to talk to you about somethin’.

You feel reluctant to respond, a wave of guilt washing over you. A full week had gone by since the day Faust was taken away by Jessie overseas. The pair were currently living in the house Jessie shared with their new lover, and your son was already midway into the process of enrolling into a new school. You responded to Toriel’s calls only twice, the second time you used to finally tell her Faust wouldn’t be attending her school any longer.

Sure.

I’m at the East Librarby right now.

Think you can make it there, or should we go somewhere else?

there’s fine.

i’ll be there in a few.

The conversation ends with those last two messages from his part. You eye yourself through the poor reflection of your computer screen to make sure you looked presentable enough to meet up with him. Then, you fix your clothes by taking off the baggy jacket you’d worn on the way here.

You hadn’t really bothered trying to fix yourself up too much for the library, given it was only a few blocks away from your home, and that you only chose to make a trip here in order to work on the case involving Faust and Jessie. The only effort you placed on your appearance before leaving the comfort of your home was by fixing your hair, washing your face, and throwing on a jacket over your worn work clothes. You wouldn’t’ve even bothered taking a detour back home after leaving work, if it weren’t for the fact that you had to take your laptop and documents with you to go anywhere with your research.

You set your computer on sleep mode and allow yourself a minute of calm. The silence of the library is enhanced by the hushed murmurs of people around you along with the soft sound of raindrops hitting the roof and windows of the building.

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“How long have you been here?” Sans asks, it being his first concern after seeing you wave at him from across the table you were sitting at. “You look like you haven’t seen a bed in years.”

You can’t help the smile that follows with you hearing him speak. His teasing was something you undoubtedly missed since the last time you saw him. You offer the monster a seat next to you and grin, checking the time on the wall clock nearby before answering him.

“A couple of hours.”

“I’m guessin’ the hours from your shift weren’t enough work?”

“I just can’t sleep well at night until I know Faust will be back. I. . . Even if I can’t have him here with me, I want to know I’ll be able to see him.”

“So you haven’t filed a case against Jessie yet?” he asks, furrowing his eye sockets as he leans forward on his chair.

“No,” you reply, shaking your head. You grasp onto the back of your scalp as you look down at your lap, shoulders shaking abruptly with a deep, heavy sigh. “I don’t want to do that yet -- I want to try and fix this first without having to bring in lawyers and all that stuff.”

“That’s dangerous.”

“I- I know, but. . .” You can’t bring yourself to finish your statement, gulping down saliva to prevent your voice from breaking. Your eyes begin to burn as you refuse to blink away the tears building up the further you discuss this subject with him, wanting your eyes to stop watering. “What if I lose the case? The law’s the law, and I won’t be able to fight against it if my ex decides to bring this case to a court that doesn’t allow. . . this.”

You take his hand, making a point by showing the sharp differences of your (s/t) skin against the yellowish, white hue of his bones. His hand is cold, much like some of the reptile and amphibian-like monsters you interacted with at work or when picking up Faust from school. The sudden, risky action on your part is only acknowledged when you level your gaze with his.

“I can’t let that happen,” you add, letting go of his hand and making a mental note to apologize later for the suddenness of your actions. “I can’t lose him -- He’s the only good thing that stayed after our divorce. He’s. . . He’s my son.”

“You can make it work,” he states, keeping eye contact with you. “Hell, we can make this work -- together. We can hang out like this whenever you need a breather. You don't have to worry all by yourself.”

“Thank you, but I need to try talking with Jessie first.”

“And if they don’t wanna work things out?”

“Then I’ll try to do that. But right now, I. . . I-"

You stop rambling to take in a shaky breath, a single tear trailing down your cheek. In a haste at trying to cover up, you wipe it off and blink a few times to ease the burning sensation and see past your clouded vision, hoping in vain he hadn’t seen you when looking back to him.

“I think you need a break right now.”

The sound of a chair being pulled back snaps you from your panic. You look back to Sans's side to see him back on his feet, a hand in wait for yours. You manage a smile and decide it’s time to stand up from your own seat, taking his hand only when you’re certain he doesn’t have any sort of prank or trick hidden underneath the work gloves he usually wore.

“I’m surprised you didn’t have anything hidden this time around,” you mention, standing up from your chair.

“I have other ways,” he remarks, directing a wink at you afterwards.

You become alert at the wit and vagueness of his warning. Reflexively, you let go of his hand once you’re standing on firm feet and take a few steps back in precaution, losing track of him the second your eyes avert elsewhere. A soft, quick press on the center of your back makes you jolt, and you reach out behind for whatever’s deemed responsible for that feeling.

Paper crumples and crunches under your touch as you retrieve a sticky note from your back. You unfurl it to see a few words scribbled on it.

“‘Wanna go to the park?’” you read out loud in a tone leveled enough not to disturb the people around you, raising an eyebrow as confusion settles on your thoughts. You look up from the sticky note to see him standing in front of you again, a cheeky look showing on his skull. 

“Thought you’d never ask.”

A warmer smile stretches across your lips when taking in the joke the skeleton had made. You fold the note and hide it away in the back pocket of your jeans, smile widening into an earnest, freer grin.

“You’re such a dork,” you comment, a laugh interrupting your words.