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

5 - Ya like jazz?

If you told your past self you would be in the monsters' home at midnight, wearing borrowed pajamas and staying the night on their couch, you would've most likely been asked over what the hell you were smoking. It's what you assume will be a sleepless night, giving you time to reflect on what's happened so far and what opportunities you'd lost with the blackout. Not only had it interrupted your time with Toriel, but it had brought upon a new piece of information you weren't quite sure what to do with, and that was Sans and him being afraid of thunder. While one side of you wanted to tease him over it, the other, based on how raw his fear was and how much he seemed to have entrusted his safety on you, wanted nothing but to question him and try comfort the monster over the situation. In short, sympathy over him sounded hard to do without him taking it as the results of his flirting, yet making fun of him made you feel like a jerk.

You only wanted what was best for Frisk and both monsters and humans as a whole, but that didn't mean you were about to forgive people like him easily. While you were aware over the meaning behind Asgore's order to take seven human souls, some of them had been children, barely the same age as your own child. And deaths were still deaths. Perhaps, if the fallen humans had been guilty of causing harm and suffering to monsterkind, it would've been a different story, but so far, Asgore was unwilling to give specifics over the names and stories behind those souls, just as most monsters belonging to the Royal Guard were.

"Can we talk?" You look towards the voice to see Sans stand by the television, hand gripping its top for stability. His body language shows nothing but exhaustion and caution, though you don't let your guard down, still wary over any possible flirting attempts. "About the blackout thing, I mean."

The circles under his eye sockets are darker than before, a bit of a strange observation to take in, considering how much he's slept already. If this is what he meant that he needed Karma for his magic, it made sense. A half-hour trip to Toriel's with him casting a see-through veil over the windshield had proven more than enough to drain his magic and all energy left in him. 

But if that was the case, why did he accept his job as a sentry if his task was to kill any human who crossed him, right from the start?

Was he willing to sacrifice himself for the sake of obtaining that soul, and simultaneously, his kinds' freedom?

"Sit with me," you offer, caught in the spur of the moment. "You already sat on my lap, didn't you? Why try to be modest now? I wouldn't have minded that much, if you'd at least taken me to dinner first."

You hear him snort at that, a hand covering up the noise when he catches just how quiet everything is. "Sorry, (Y/N). I may like flirtin' with you, but physical contact's where I cross the line. If it ain't done with your consent, I don't intend on doin' it." He rubs the back of his skull, looking guilty. "So with that being said, sorry for all that. For, uh, slammin' right into you, huggin' you, and then, well... lettin' me sit on your lap without askin'. I wasn't myself back there."

His look is not far from that of a wounded puppy, and it's only when you pat down at the space left next to you that he reacts, sitting down and facing your gaze. "Did something happen in the past? Were you… in a war or something like that?" PTSD's the first thing to come up into your thoughts, though you're not exactly sure how to approach the topic with him. "You don't have to answer me, if you don't want to."

"Thanks," he says, facing his lap, shoulders high as he huffs, tension present in every movement. "It's somethin' like that. But like you said, I don't really know how to talk about it yet." He lets out a noise between a chuckle and a flare, meeting your gaze again. "I didn't really know just how… loud thunder was at the Surface, so when it first happened, I was even more caught off guard by it. Today wasn't that bad, and I already knew what was comin', but I still acted that way."