Broken and Fixed - (Reader x Sans)

Ch. 8 ~ Arguments and New Relationships

"(y/n), i-" he started, but was cut off by your door opening swiftly and slamming shut, followed by your recklessly rushing inside wiping your red eyes.

He watched you storm inside, the seed of guilt only blossoming further into a grown vine of regret that just snaked through him. He squinted his eyes, and dropped his forehead to the steering wheel.

Well, you weren't friends anymore, probably.

He didn't mean to make you so upset, but the words were already out now. He couldn't take them back.

With an exasperated sigh, he lifted his head, and finally got out of the car. His sluggish gait was slower, and his smile was drooping with shame. He made his way through the house, stopping by the bathroom for a moment after he heard a hiccup and a small sob.

"Why's she in there crying?" A voice asked, drawn out with a yawn from exhaustion.

"no reason, darren." Sans grumbled, his displeasure blatantly clear. Darren ignored it. He knocked gently on the door.

"Apologize, you numb-skull." He whispered under his breath as the sniffles from the bathroom cut off. Sans glared at him as the human walked back into his room, which he shared with Papyrus.

"I'm almost done." Your voice came through, sounding thicker than usual, sending a regretful pang through Sans' soul.

"kiddo? i know ya not in there for da bathroom." He said. His voice was so much more genuine than it generally was, honestly sounding full of warmth. You stayed quiet for a moment before deciding to respond.

"Listen, Sans, I don't want to talk about it with you. Please, just- I know you don't care, so... I don't want to bother you anymore." Your voice ended with a hiccup, growing thick as you sniffled. He clenched his teeth a little tighter. You didn't have it right.

Well, from what you growled at her earlier, she has it dead on. He told himself.

"i would care, kiddo-" He tried, but was cut off by your tear-stained and red face opening the door to him.

"Don't sugar-coat it; I don't need that. You gave me the honesty I've always wanted." You forced out, and with the most real smile you could muster, you pushed past his built figure. You walked down the hall to Chara's room, knocking on the door as Sans watched you with a pained look.

Chara opened the door, and her sloppy tiredness immediately morphed into concern and engulfed you in a hug.

"(Y/N)? You okay?" She sounded so sweet, so friendly. Like a genuine person. Not at all how Sans talked about her when you had first joined. He said she was the most reckless assassin they had, ruthless as well, but her carelessness had resulted in several close-calls. Despite her brutality, she was a good person. Surprisingly.

"Can I, um, sleep in your room? T-Tonight?" You shyly asked with a sad smile, then wiped a fresh tear away. Chara nodded assuringly, stepping aside to let you in, and then darted her eyes to Sans. He looked a little upset, a little distraught. She scowled at him, mouthing, "Smiling trash bag asshole." Sans wanted to say something, but he knew she was kind of right.

You walked inside Chara's room, sitting down on her bed with a trembling sigh. Chara closed the door and sat next to you, laying her hand on yours.

"Hey, you alright? What happened on that mission?" Chara asked you, the curiosity she felt for you was gnawing at her like a piranha. You bit you knuckle before you responded.

"I shouldn't care so much about it... But I do." You mumbled. "Sans told me he wouldn't give a shit if I was killed tomorrow or if I were killed the night we met. I know it shouldn't matter, but we've been partners for half a year. He really doesn't care about me?" You looked heart-wrenched. Conflicted. Like you didn't know what you did wrong, and truthfully, you hadn't done anything wrong. A pain shot in Chara's chest; Sans had a tendency to be cold and to act like a total dick.