Save Point (Sans x Reader)

Extra #13: Choice #5.5 Results

(Background noise for Choices D and E. There's 3 good endings, 1 bad, and the epilogue for those who didn't do the choices, so don't go choosing those two simply 'cuz I pointed this out -- No cheating, lol.)

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Choice A

"Can't we do this together?" you ask, hope remaining. "I can help, even if it's from the sidelines. Or I could try to fool him -- Maybe make him think I'll agree, and distract him."

"We've already thought this out," he persists, holding your hand. "Whether direct confrontation or actin' as a distraction, it's risky havin' you anywhere near that place."

"Why is it so important I stay here? I can fight, and I can help you guys get through this."

His hand goes behind your neck, igniting the same spot he had kissed before. "I know you can, pal. But we've had four days to think about this. In the time you were recoverin', we thought this through more times that anyone could count. The kids'll stay with ya while we're out there, and that bunny we hired for babysittin' before'll be here, also."

"You're saying I need a babysitter now?"

"With that angry look you're givin' me, ya ain't far from it."

Tension fades as you give in with a smile, mirth leaving you in the form of a suppressed laugh. Sans lets go of his hold on you, the spot on your neck losing its warmth, not a trace of it staying. "It's for a reason, though. Have a look at your soul, and you'll see what I mean."

"How. . . can I do that, exactly?"

"Just, y'know. . . Uh, focus to bring it forward."

You attempt that, though you fail. One try after the other, you grow exasperated and huff, giving up with a fifth try.

"You don't know, either, don't you?" You grin when he evades your eyes, irises peering down at your lap instead. "I read your book page-by-page, and I never saw anything about the owner summoning their own soul."

"It's a work in progress," he admits, facing you. "Nobody knows how that can be done yet. We only know how to summon out other people's souls."

"Can you do that again, then? I want to see what you mean."

He nods, a bit of reluctance present in his action. "Sure -- Just gimme a sec."

You nod back, closing your eyes as you wait. To your surprise, you feel a hand place itself over your chest while the other goes to the back of your neck again, thumb placing itself on the same spot where he'd kissed you.

"Breathe."

You do as told, grabbing his shoulders when a sharp pain stings your chest. A wince escapes you as you bite your lip, holding back a cry. "This didn't hurt last time," you state, breathing out when Sans pulls his hand back. You keep your eyes closed, fearing another sting. "C- Can I look now?" You're uncertain, feeling his hand still on your neck. 

"Yeah," he replies, hold pressing tighter on your neck. "Don't shake my hand away, though." 

Agreeing with another nod, you open your eyes next, closing them again when you see only a glimpse of your soul. Scared, you maintain your grip on him, opening your eyes again to see your soul, grey, cold, and dim. There's not a hint of colour in it, any warmth it once had nulled by an ice-cold touch. 

"Bettin' this house what happened back there's related to this," Sans states, flaring his nose cavity. "'Cuz, last time, I could still feel your soul, even if it was hard to. This time, though, we had a hard time knowin' if you'd live or not. That mark you feel on your neck's the only way I can know if your soul's in danger or not."