Save Point (Sans x Reader)

Chapter Forty-Seven, Part Two

You wake up in your guest bedroom, Sans gone from your arms and book placed next to the empty side of your bed, a note left on top of it. Disoriented, you sit up in bed and reach for the note, rubbing sleep away from your eyes before you can make sense of the words scribbled on paper.

hadda go back to my place.

you were out like a light, so i didn't wanna wake ya.

– sans.

The note leaves a smile on your face, mind wondering if he had used the same powers as those he slipped on you when your unstitched wounds were too severe for you to move around properly.

You stand up from the bed and stretch, a long, loud yawn leaving your mouth, how tired you still felt prompting you to check the time on your phone.

Still far from getting a hold of your surroundings, your eyes search around until you notice your phone left at the bedside table, screen blown up with over five missed calls and more than ten text messages left unread, including in two voicemails marked as urgent. Anxiety floods your thoughts when you make that observation, only simmering down to the slightest level possible after you read who the notifications belong to.

Your cousin was trying to contact you, the reminder you hadn't kept in touch with him in awhile making guilt crash into your thoughts.

It had been long since you caught up with family matters outside of Faust, most of your relatives in strong disagreement about your divorce and some in deep disappointment over your choice of what they called 'siding with the monsters'. To have one of your more understanding cousins attempting to keep himself in touch with you is enough to put out the worry building up in your mind, excitement replacing those fears.

You click on the messages first, pulled in by the thought of making amends.

Answer me!!

I've been calling you for the past two hours and you haven't answered any of them.

I know you're not ignoring me -- I know you wouldn't.

Especially to me, your all-time favourite cousin.

. . .I /am/ still your favourite cousin, right?

– Sent five hours ago

Four hours.

Are you serious??

If you don't answer in the next hour, I'm gonna drive up to that house you've moved into and ask that goat lady why you're not picking up.

– Sent three hours ago

I warned you!

Past midnight or not, we gotta talk. >:(

– Sent one hour ago

Alarms go off in your head when you see how long it's been since he sent that message. Given where he lived and the fact that he often drove a motorcycle, he could be here in less than half an hour.

You rush to get ready, scrambling to have everything in place while your mind starts to come up with assumptions as to what he could possibly want to talk about with you. It's a race against time, feet going one way and thoughts going another. Shirts and bottoms end up scattered in bed as you hurry to find something decent enough to meet up with family. Shoes find themselves in the same condition on the floor, mind making a reminder you had to go shopping for clothes other than your work uniform, pajamas, and courtroom suit.