Fairytale Complex - [Sans x Reader]

Chapter Twenty Four | Hotel (Part 1 of 2)

We came over to visit this morning, and a horse guy told us what happened. 👀

💁🏾‍♂️: yeah.

have fun @👤!

you too, @💀.

😉

As for Alphys, her messages started with:

🦎: why aren't you picking up? (｡•́︿•̀｡) 

aNd why isn't Sans picking up either???

And ended with:

🦎: Nevermind ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

gotta give horse guy props for giving me info!!!

ttyl. >:3c

Reading messages from other folks – your (soon former) boss, Frisk, Toriel, Papyrus, and quite a few more – and connecting all the dots leads to… you needing to have a talk with the 'horse guy' you'd seen chatting with Sans at the basketball court. All routes lead to him (and your coworkers to a certain degree), with most of the panic in people's texts vaporizing when saying they'd: 'heard the news from a goofy horse man with a goofier smile on his face', and that they'd received further updates on the situation from 'your friends'. And while having people say they'd received news from 'friends' instead of 'coworkers' leaves you wondering if they actually see you as their friend, the more important thing here is you likely have a random guy you don't know spilling personal stuff to everyone who asks about you or Sans – personal stuff you'd genuinely rather… not have everyone learn about.

But you'll get to that problem later.

Currently, you want actual news on yesterday night, and not a soap opera centered around your relationship with the one in bed right… under you.

You hear a whistle as you're thinking about that, and you look down to see bright white irises staring up at you.

"What a view," Sans says, and then, you realize you still haven't moved at all since retrieving your phone from his side. "Wait, don't move."

With curiosity being a force stronger than your need to find a more comfortable place to sit in while looking at all those messages, you hadn't acknowledged the fact you've been holding yourself up over him this whole time, and – when you do – your arm weakens and wobbles, sending you on top of him.

And he seems more than eager to assist in stabilizing you. A hand holds your waist, while the other grabs your chin when you try to look elsewhere. He's grinning like a drunken man, and…

He actually isn't.

You lean closer, trying to search for the faintest scent of alcohol, but there's no off scents – just your own morning breath you'd rather not shoo him off with, so you cover your mouth and break free from his hold on your chin.

"...I need to brush my teeth," you state, glaring down at him. "Let go."

"Nah," he retorts, winking. "Not until you say the magic words."

"Now," you exclaim, raising your voice to make up for your palm muffling most of the sound. "...Please."

He chuckles and pulls away.

"Close enough."

★ ★ ★

"Do you… want to get something to eat?" you ask, when you've both finished washing up and doing your (not-so) morning routine. "I could make something, but I'm kind of… not feeling it right now, honestly."