Save Point (Sans x Reader)

Extra #17: Mother's Day

Due to the author's note dating allll the way back to Chapter Twenty-Seven, the following extra takes place shortly after Sans was sentenced with a restraining order!

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It's your fourth year celebrating Mother's Day with Faust. 

While it's hard for you to believe it had been that long since the adoption, it's even harder for you to believe the face call your phone notifies you over's real -- the name shown on it, more specifically. With Sans still under vigilance with his restraining order, having him call you today's the least of your expectations. 

You answer still, incapable of passing up an opportunity to talk with him again.

As soon as you pick up, you're greeted with his face, a 'hey', and an equally casual 'Happy Mother's Day, (Y/N)', his attire the most to catch your attention out of everything surrounding him.

He's wearing a tux.

Why?

You don't even want to question over that subject yet. Rather than that, you lock the door of your room -- wary over Faust finding you out -- and find a place to sit on in bed, smiling at the monster when you make eye contact with him. "Thank you," you speak up, propping a leg over the other and resting a hand over your knee. You start to feel self-conscious about your pose, your outfit, and pretty much everything else your mind can possibly think of, how sharp he looks making you feel underdressed with your tank top and shorts.

And that's another thing you grow self-conscious of.

Had you realized how revealing your clothes were currently -- these pajamas you had thrown on even after showering -- you wouldn't've answered the call. You think about taking a throw pillow and using it to cover up a bit more, though you stop yourself when you realize you don't have any decent way of doing that while being discreet. 

"Can I ask you somethin', (Y/N)?"

Disregarding the idea of being discreet, you nod, hesitate, and -- finally -- take the throw pillow closest to you, hugging it against your chest and covering your clothing away from his sight. Him calling your name makes for the attraction you had towards him to take a leap, stomach forming a knot. You gulp tension away and ignore those feelings, answering him next. "Sure -- What's up?"

"I, uh, have somethin' I wanna give you. I know the school's making an activity for that today, but. . . What I wanna give ya's kinda separate from that. Can I mail it to you soon, or should I leave it at Tori's office for you to pick up later?"

"E- Either way's fine," you reply, reprimanding yourself for stuttering. Looking like a lovestruck idiot was the last thing you wanted now with how difficult things had turned out at court. You manage a smile and hug the pillow closer, still self-conscious over your attire. In his camera view, your legs were still bare. Never in your life had you been aware of your clothing as much as you were today -- and in front of him, no less. "Can you hold for a minute? I'm, well. . . I'm feeling a little bit underdressed currently."

Your comment makes him focus on you first -- a noticeable trace of embarrassment crossing his irises -- and stare down at his own clothing next, chuckling when he gets the meaning behind your words. "Sure," he replies, mirth in his voice. "Could've said that earlier 'stead of wrestlin' that pillow, though."

"Wh- Hold on a second! I'm not-"

"Bye."

Hung up on, you glare at the call history and huff, taking in some air before standing up and heading towards your dresser. There, you take out more decent clothing: a button-up shirt, a pencil skirt, and the black dress shoes you were planning to wear later tonight, your plans with Solana requiring clothes just as decent. You attempt being haste while dressing up, not wanting to make the monster wait more than necessary. You were regretting having brought up the fact you were in pajamas, yet you regretted the idea of not changing also. It had been difficult choosing between those two knowing the consequences behind each.