Save Point (Sans x Reader)

Chapter Fifty, Part Two

“Do you see why your beloved fiancé’s chained up now? If a submissive woman like her can do that much damage to her own kind, who knows what he could do to you? For all you know, Sans could be a much bigger threat.”

The mayor helps with quieting the room down, voice surpassing the confidence you took long to gain. 

“And are you not living on the same roof as him these days? Although I can understand Jessie took a questionable path, they were right in taking Faust off your hands. A boy like him and a weak (man/woman) like yourself would be far from able to defend yourselves were Sans to act violently with you two. You are running a high risk simply by wanting to continue a relationship with him.”

“What proof do you have for Sans being a threat?” the judge questions, remaining unshaken.

“He has magical powers beyond your imagination, Your Honour,” the mayor replies, looking away from your side. “While I am not one for making assumptions, I believe the only reason (L/N) hasn’t left him is because of them not knowing to what extent his powers can reach -- They are ignorant of his capabilities and dangers as a monster. Nobody would want to stay with someone like him, were they to find out how ruthless he can be with his magic.”

The more he speaks, the more you continue to grow self-conscious of your beliefs, though you try not to doubt your relationship as quickly as you had the day of the winter gathering. You were still learning about the differences between his and your kind, the book he had given you serving you to learn more about the magic he scarcely used when around you. According to it, he was capable of teleportation and summoning bones for attack, yet you had only ever felt subtle, sometimes ghostly traces of his magic over your body, mostly during the time the wound on your leg was too severe for you to move around without struggling. His teleportation powers were not only capable of the basic function of moving around, but they helped balance you out during the time you were too weak to do that when so much as walking up some stairs. 

Subconsciously, you place a hand over the wound, the fabric of your dress (skirt/pants) thin enough to make you feel the bump Sans had traced when having some time alone with him at the gathering.

“Excuse me, Your Honour,” you intervene, finally capable of regaining the confidence lost with the growing havoc of the courtroom. “I believe I haven’t offered my statements or evidence yet for the mayor to intervene like he has now. I still haven’t presented my reasons for bringing him here.”

The judge’s features soften up at your intervention, a near untraceable smile crossing her lips as she nods, allowing you to continue.

“Isn’t it strange the mayor knows about Sans’s powers that well -- when he’s rarely ever shown them to me? I don’t want to jump to conclusions, but I would say his knowledge over those powers proves he was there the day of my kidnapping.”

At the sound of the crowd growing rowdy again, you wait for the judge to give you permission for stepping forward, finally placing the evidence related to your statement and waiting for her to look through them. She demands silence before reading, beginning when the last person quiets down.

Without a word, she retrieves the audio clips Alphys had recorded along with the pictures Nasptablook had taken, a five-page medical record accompanying the evidence. The judge inspects the items thoroughly, calling out for the bailiff for him to take the audio clips to the department, all whilst keeping the files and pictures to herself.

“We will determine whether or not the audio captured is relevant to your claim,” she states, looking towards your assigned lawyer and later at the mayor’s -- the two still waiting for their time to act. “As for the pictures. . .” She pauses to take them in her hold again, eyes scanning the images a second time. “They do seem to provide a clear image of where this incident happened, though I was informed the reason for the damage was due to an explosion unrelated to your situation. And although the faces captured here are too blurry to make out on a first glance, it’s possible we can send these to the department for further inspection.”