Save Point (Sans x Reader)

Chapter Forty-Three, Part Two

You find him at the balcony, his back turned to you as he looks down at the houses below him. He doesn’t budge when you step into the premises, so you continue to be quiet in your approach, waiting until you’re close enough to slip your hands around his waist and pull him close to you. He stays silent, hands holding tightly onto the rails as his body shakes with a breath.

“Can you feel that?” he asks, voice scratchy when he first decides to speak up. “That weird feelin’ in your soul?”

“What do you mean?” you question back, tightening your hold on him. “Is something wrong?”

“No. I, uh. . . I’ve just been feelin’ this weird pull on my soul whenever you get close to me. It’s gotta have to do with connections and whatever, but I was wonderin’ if you felt it, too.”

A frown shows on your face when he comments that. While you didn’t want to disappoint him, you couldn’t bring yourself to lie either. You either hadn’t felt anything like that, or you didn't know enough about that to recognize when it happened. “I. . . don’t think I’ve ever felt anything like that. I can feel my heart beat fast sometimes, but not the soul -- Not with you, or anyone I've dated before. And if I did, I don’t think I’d be able to recognize when it happened.”

Sans doesn’t break from your hold, instead loosening his hands off the rails to grab onto the ones you’ve placed around his waist. “Can you feel anything?”

“I. . . I’m not sure.”

He breaks away from you this time, turning to you to place a hand over your chest -- close to where your heart would be at. “How ‘bout now?”

You close your eyes and concentrate, trying to search for any feeling beyond that of physical. It’s a fruitless attempt, only resulting in embarrassment when his hand remains awkwardly in place. “. . .N- No. Is that bad?”

“Yeah -- You should at least feel when your soul rejects the person touching you. If ya don’t feel anythin’, then. . .” Sans sighs, forehead creasing as he tries to keep on speaking. “Can I see your soul for a second?”

“I’m not sure how that works, but sure,” you reply, a nervous laugh leaving your mouth. “How’re you gonna do that?”

“Just take a deep breath and forget about where we’re at. Focus on your mind and thoughts instead of anything physical. Most humans think the soul thing’s a myth ‘cuz some of ‘em still go by old history books, but it’s real -- just that most don’t know they have it, or that those weird pulls they feel actually come from the soul.”

Worried, you try to remember when in your short life had you felt your soul be pulled or repulsed by previous partners. The closest you had been to anything similar was on your wedding day, yet you could still tell it came from your heart and mind. While Sans keeps his hand close, you keep thinking back on when had you felt something closer to that sensation. You think back until you reach the older days when you were just getting to know him.

Sure, you felt nervous and a little jumpy whenever you sensed a progress in your relationship, but was it really due to your soul?

“(Y/N),” Sans calls out, shaking you out of those thoughts. “Your soul’s- Look down at it.”

Doing as told, you feel a chill run down your spine when you stare at it. A greyish tint surrounds the heart-shaped soul, a faint shade of red letting you know it had once been crimson. Oddly enough, its pulse is steady, giving signs of a healthy soul despite its opaque colour.

“Looks like your soul trait hasn’t been decided yet,” he comments, lost in thought. “Does it hurt anywhere?”

“It feels fine,” you assure him, smiling. You place a hand over the one he has out in front of you. Your soul shakes at the same time you bump with his hand, driving out your curiosity. “So you’re the one kinda just keeping my soul floating right now? It. . . moved when your hand did.”