Transmission, Intermission - [Sans x Reader | Old Version!]

3 - Hot n' Hot-headed

He winks, grabbing the wheel without breaking his irises away from you, neck kept turned to the back. “Whatever ya want it to be.” It doesn’t take more than another hostile look from your part for his smile to tense again, irises almost appearing to do the same. “Damn. "He whistles, looking away and grabbing the wheel tighter. “You’re a tough case, lady."

"Yes, and I have my reasons for it."

• • •

"I am not asking to take Frisk away from you," the goat lady says, a smile showing through, made pained by the furrow in her gaze and teary eyes. "I am only asking that, now that you require a babysitter, I take that job myself. They are very dear to me and I cannot bear to never see them again." She breathes sharply, holding back her gloom. "I understand you may not trust us, but please do get to know us before you make your judgment, and perhaps then you will realize we only want what is best for your child."

"And couldn't you think that when your kind decided to attack them?" You place your hands on your hips, dismissing thoughts over your meeting once more, too caught up with the current situation to give mind to your job. "I was told many of your kind attacked Frisk for little to no reason. And then I decided to ask what that sentry job implied, and I find out Sans was actually meant to kill any human who crossed him?" You try not to let your voice grow loud, yet thoughts over losing Frisk and the desperation you went through searching around for them make you livid. You're tearing up yourself, yet you prove unable of composing yourself like the goat lady does, letting these stain your cheeks. "You expect me to trust a guy like him, when all that kept him from killing my child was Karma and a supposed promise he made to someone else? Do you expect me to trust him when- when he could've done the same to me, or anyone else of my kind? How can you expect me to stay calm, when your kind acted badly in their own way?"

You're full-on crying now, pent-up worries of the days you spent on a relentless, fruitless search over Frisk almost making you wobble to the ground, your wit and sheer want to be strong preventing you from showing it. You cover your face with your hands, an innumerable amount of doubts and guilt entering your mind. Your knees are frail, stress being let out through a huff and hands letting go when you compose yourself. "I thought Frisk hated me, a- and that's why they ran off." You feel a hand place itself on top of your head, careful yet attempting to soothe you. "I thought I'd done something wrong, or that I failed as a mother. But then I hear people yell something about a Barrier breaking, and- and next thing I know, Frisk shows up in the news!"

While the current hand is fluffy, the next one makes you jolt back up into guard. Its bony feel on your shoulder makes you shake it off and face the one responsible with narrowed eyes. When you see it's Papyrus, you hold back and face him with gentler eyes, a frown replacing your anger. "I'm thankful for what you all did to look after Frisk while I wasn't around, but I still can't… I really still can't overlook what Asgore wanted to do to my kind, or what he ordered Sans and- and other monsters to do." You breathe in, chest heaving. "Hate me if you will, but I need time to understand the reasons behind all this."

Too weak to stand any longer, Papyrus takes note of that himself and helps you off to the couch, where Sans rests at. His usage of what little magic he had left in him shows through how slumped his sitting posture is, eye sockets half-lidded as he tries not to fall asleep. He straightens and scoots away, leaving more than enough space for you to sit down beside him.

"Human," the taller one says, keeping a hand on your shoulder, bringing you to stare at him. "We do not hate you. What we want is for you to hear us out and understand we mean no harm any longer." He pulls back, gaze knitted as sympathy shows on his smile. "I was once meant to capture any human who crossed on over to Snowdin, and as you said… Sans was meant to end them." He stops, smile fading. "I do not expect you to forgive and forget, but I do ask you to please listen to what we have to say and try to understand the rather… complicated relationship humans and monsters used to have."

There's barely two hours left until your meeting, yet the rain's still pouring strong and the news left on the television is already reporting nearby routes being flooded. Frisk is sleeping at the goatlady's bedroom, helping make the situation a bit easier for you to manage. At the thought of being stuck with the monsters for what you assume is going to be a long while, you sigh, trying to regain strength and calm. 

"Been rainin' a lot since we left the Underground," Sans comments, a tired slur to his words. He's changed the topic completely, helping you with the process. "Think this's really connected to us? A lotta channels've been blamin' monsters for it."

"I think it's silly they'd blame you for it," you reply, finding more ease in the topic. "There was a heavy drought not long before Frisk fell Underground, so I think it was to expect we'd have even heavier rains soon." Surprisingly, he offers you a napkin, avoiding the touch of hands by pulling back as quickly as his magic-worn state allows him to. "...Thank you." You sniffle your tears and wipe your face clean, stopping when you hear muffled laughter coming from him.

"What?" you ask, facing the skeleton.

That only makes him break down more, containing himself to reply, "Nothin'."

You hear Papyrus huff and feel him stand next to you. He offers a mirror out to you, something you reject when you tell him you have one in your purse. "Sans, now's not the time for this!" he exclaims, hands on his hips. "You'll never gain her friendship if you keep disrupting every opportunity you have for it!"

While listening to their argument, you see Toriel's sadness vanish right on par with yours. You look at yourself in the mirror, holding back a laugh of your own when you see two circles on your eyes, a color blatantly opposite to the (s/t) shade of your regular skin tone. It makes you appear similar to a panda, though you try not to look humored by it. 

"Frisk fell for that at the Underground," the shorter skeleton comments, snickering when his brother finally stops scolding him. "And now you." His grin widens, posture straightening more and tiredness being replaced with merriment. "I've said it once and I'll say it again: like mother, like child." 

Whatever form of retaliation you're about to direct at Sans is stopped when you see the door of the living room slam open, in entering two women, both soaked from head to toe. Alphys is the first one you recognize, the taller one who takes you longer to distinguish with how little you knew about her still. Neither of the two seem bothered over being drenched, Undyne being the one who grins and sighs, later commenting about how refreshing it feels. Alphys takes in the feeling for some time, though she removes her lab coat and shoes, wringing herself out before stepping into the living room. When the other woman's done, her eye falls on you, immediately growing as her smile does the same, sharp teeth baring themselves in excitement.

"Is that the human you told me about, Alph?" she asks, voice booming. "You're right. She really is cute!"

You here Sans hiss out an 'ooh', hearing him speak right after, "Bad move, Undyne."

He's not wrong.

Having experienced more than enough of Sans's flirting for the past few weeks, hearing yet another monster comment over you in a flattering manner is unwelcomed. You stand up, facing the two with your trademark pose: frowning and with your arms crossed. "Nice to meet you, miss Undyne." You spare a look at Alphys, who jolts at the intensity of your stare. "My name's (Y/N) (L/N), Frisk's mother. Though I'm sure you know that already." You offer a hand out to her, reminding yourself to be polite. "I believe I have questions as to why you thought it acceptable to go off and chase my child at the Underground, even when they were deemed to have caused no harm to your kind."

She takes your hand, a more serious look taking her over when she nods. "I'm afraid that was also a job assigned to me as part of the Royal Guard, miss (L/N)."

You shake her hand, nodding back. "And I'm afraid you'll have to explain that to me, miss Undyne. As I'm sure you know, I want nothing but the best for Frisk, though I still have to get to know their monster friends better to understand what this's all about." 

When the handshake's over, you both take a step back, facing each other with stern gazes. "In the end, I believe it's my right as a parent to decide whether or not it's safe for Frisk to keep being friends with you." You pause, reflect, and make sure to add your next comment, wanting to be clear with everyone around you, "And not because of your race, but because of your background."