Save Point (Sans x Reader)

Extra #2: Valentine's Day

As a heads up, the following extra does not follow the current storyline!

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The striking scents of coffee, cinnamon, and freshly-baked goods meld together as you exit the employee's lounge and head over to the checkout counter. You pick up Sans's order from your boss's mittened hands and thank her for giving you an extra ten minutes for today's lunch break.

You walk to his table for two and set the small batch of doughnuts down on the table. Then, you sit across from him, waiting for him to take one and be the judge of the food's quality. He picks one up and gives it a thorough, curious look.

"So. . ." he speaks up, trailing off on his words before continuing. "You don't use spiders to make this stuff?"

"No," you reply, shaking your head. "That's Muffet's specialty."

"You know her?"

You grin at Sans's comment, thinking back on the day you first met the spider. It was on a busy day like this one that she entered your boss's newly-opened pastry shop with her feet stomping the floor, an angered look painted on her face. "Yeah. . . She called us 'greedy little humans' when she saw my boss and I setting this place up."

"She can be a real tough one to deal with -- or so, I hear," Sans comments, chuckling at your words. "Is she still angry about the competition?"

"Well, not really," you reply, lips forming a faint smile. "Turns out her shop is two streets across from this one, so we don't really have to compete with each other -- though she says otherwise."

"Sounds like her."

Your conversation is interrupted by the sound of a camera shutter almost a foot away from where you stood at. Startled, you look around you to see a pair of adults -- both apparently teachers based on the way they dressed -- hunched over a camera, one human and one monster. The man fumbled with his phone while the monster scolded him for not lowering the volume before taking the picture.

"Hold on a sec, (Y/N)."

You're taken by further surprise at the image of Sans standing up from his seat, a scowl leaving his teeth as he makes his way over to the pair arguing with each other. He approaches the two with a neutral, unreadable expression, the one previously scolding the other teacher closing his mouth shut.

"What was that for?"

Caught red-handed, the one with the phone looks up from the screen and faces Sans with a tense smile. "Hey. . . pal! H- How's it going? We were just having our lunch break -- Wanna join us? You can invite (Y/N) over, too."

"You're ignoring my question," Sans persists, his eye sockets furrowing slightly. "You took a picture of us without permission."

"Aw, c'mon, buddy. We don't mean any harm! You know we were just-"

"Just tell him the truth," the other teacher intervenes, sighing. "You screwed up already, so just come clean to avoid embarrassment."

The rest of the conversation is drowned out by a flood of customers entering the premises, the once small and serene pastry shop taken over by couples and students looking to have lunch here for Valentine's. Concerned over what Sans was dealing with, you stand up from your own seat and walk to their side. You reach out for the skeleton's shoulder bone, excusing yourself into the group's conversation.

"Is something wrong?"

You can see the owner of the phone jump at your words. His face pales further than it already is and you can see his hands shake with controlled anxiety. The older one -- a bear monster with brown fur -- faces down to meet with your eyes, an apologetic look on his face.