Save Point (Sans x Reader)

Extra #8: An Alternate Timeline

Stop.

That single word is the next to repeat itself as he readies himself to say his next words.

"Whaddya say we hang out sometime after this is over with?"

Shit.

That word goes through his head once at the sight of the human's (s/t) complexion dulling down. Their visage is tense as their eyebrows rise and lips shift into a line.

Why was making new friends so hard for him?

Wasn't he the supposed comedian who made friends through silly jokes and bad puns?

Why was it so difficult getting along with (Y/N) -- so outright worrisome to confront them about going beyond professional meetings to finally get to know them better?

Was he seriously hitting on a married (man/woman)? He knew better than that!

. . .And where did that thought come from anyway? His offer to hang out was meant for the sole sake of gaining a friend -- not a date! (Y/N) was already off limits.

"Sure," (Y/N) mutters, shooting relief right at him. "When could that be?"

"Anytime after five -- Whenever's okay with ya," he replies, breathing out afterwards.

Sans doesn't know what to think next when a smile lights up their face. He watches them take out another notebook and pass through a few pages, smile growing warmer when they stop on one of them in particular.

"That's fine with me," they mention, voice free from its strain. "I have to drop Faust off with my spouse first, though -- But I can hang out any weekday."

Of course they were still married.

What made him think a missing ring meant immediate divorce?

He brushes off those thoughts before they start scattering around, not wanting to zone out for what had to be the third time today.

"Friday at six, then?" he asks, keeping a casual tone.

"Friday at six," (Y/N) replies, nodding as they scribble the date on their notebook. They set it down on their desk after that, a note of finality present in that action. "It was a pleasure getting to know you, sir. You should receive a letter determining your freedom in the next three to four days."

The human extends a hand towards him, a more formal look present the next time they look at him. The monster hesitates when reaching out, breathing in as he braces himself for what he was about to do to them.

"I hope you have a wonderful ti-"

Brap.

At the sound of the whoopie cushion going off, embarrassment is inevitably shown on (Y/N)'s face at first, though it quickly changes to a confused look, and finally to a smile when they realize they had been pranked on. They let go of his hand and stifle a laugh, worries falling off their shoulders as they face him again.

"As I was saying. . ." they continue, smile still present on their face. "I hope you have a wonderful time here at the Surface, Sans. As your orientator, you can count on me if any sort of injustice were to take place regarding your race. Sadly, while it's. . . not possible to work in certain fields and hybrid universities haven't been established yet, you should still be accepted in most jobs, and a college for monsters will have its rise at the city soon."

"What makes ya think I wanna go to college?"

Though Sans had hoped to be teasing with his remark, he can still see concern in their eyes when he says it, making him rush to fix what he meant to say. The human beats him to it, however, a grin replacing their shock.

"You dummy," the human teases back, unable to stifle their next laugh. "Weren't you the one who said you used to self-study at that level the first time we met?"

"You know me too well."

"It's my job to!"

A light-hearted mood takes over as both they and himself grin at each other's nonsense.

He says his farewells at the human when he steps out of their office, waving back at them right as he closes the door shut and ends his meeting with them.

What in the fresh hell had he gotten himself into back there?

Was this what his brother meant about making new friends, or was he taking it the wrong way?