2021 Notice
I happened to stumble upon a comment pointing out a mistake, where it's mentioned Sans had already tried coffee before in a previous chapter, but yet still says it's his first time in one of these choice extras.
Thank you for pointing this out! The issue will be fixed by July 2021. :-)
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Choice A: Finish Packing First
You decide to finish packing up first before answering.
It’s almost midnight when you pick up the phone again, and you hesitate to answer, thinking you could wake him up from his sleep. Your doubts are shaken by the sight of another notification on screen, marking it was sent just a few minutes after he sent the first message. Curious, you click on the notification and see a friend request from Sans.
You accept his request and enter the app, able to confirm he’s still online by the small, blue dot on the top left corner of his profile picture. It’s then that you finally decide to reply to his earlier message. You leave the website and head back to your phone’s SMS app and begin typing a response.
Just finished packing.
What are you still doing up?
can’t sleep.
i might’ve tried what you guys call ‘coffee’ here a few minutes ago.
i knew that stuff existed, but i didn’t know it had caffeine.
so now i can feel my soul drumming really fast.
i think i might die or somethin’.
Don’t say that!
I’m sure you’ll be fine. . . You’re just not used to it yet!
Drink some water or warm milk, and lay down for a bit until it calms down.
thanks, (y/n).
i’ll try to do that soon.
You chuckle to yourself when receiving his latest reply, wondering over just what exactly had led him to try coffee at eleven p.m. -- and for the first time, at that.
It takes you another hour to finish with setting things up for tomorrow morning. Your steps are careful and quiet as you make your way up the stairs of your home. You soon arrive at your room after passing by Faust’s and -- without thinking it twice -- you throw yourself in bed, letting your body be taken hostage by the sheets and pillows, the softness of the fabric easing down the tension from your muscles.
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Choice B: Don't Reply
You decide not to reply to Sans’s message, the words your ex spoke still revolving around your mind. You couldn’t shake off the thought that they assumed you were already in an intimate relationship with the tutor of your son. It was difficult for you to process just how and why they viewed you that way -- if ending up in bed with them a few weeks into knowing them had been the only reason for them to see you that way, or if there was something else behind their comment.
Catching yourself delving into an unhealthy spiral, you snap out of those thoughts and resort to packing, leaving the phone aside. You pack until you realize how late it is and how hungry you are.
You check your phone to see it’s already half an hour past midnight and more than five hours since you last ate. Sighing, you make your way to the kitchen and grab the quickest thing to eat from your fridge, grabbing a bottle of water along with you as you make your way up the small set of stairs leading to the bedrooms.
You pass by Faust’s room and enter yours, sitting on the edge of the bed. The night is unusually quiet, and you can’t stop thinking about the phone call with your ex.
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Choice C: Formally
You stared at his message for half an hour, still unsure as to whether to reply to his message or not. After a few more minutes of thinking, you settle on answering, refusing to let your ex’s words influence you anymore than they already had.
Goodnight to you, too.
Groaning, you set your phone down on the coffee table and place your hands over your face, realizing how quickly you cut off the conversation with him. Even after thirty minutes of staring at his message, you still couldn’t bring yourself to forget about your recent phone call. The image of Sans being more than just an acquaintance and the tutor of your son was still painted fresh and clear in your mind, and it was hard for you not to think about the fact that your ex had pretty much called you easy to please and bed.
Aware you ended any possibility of having a conversation with him, you stand up from your seat on the couch and make your way up to your room. You then begin packing with the company of the late night news being broadcasted from your phone’s FM radio, the foreign pull you felt on your chest remaining even as you finished packing.
Yawning, you decide it's time to head to bed now that the clock marked midnight. Hoping you wouldn’t lose that thread of drowsiness, you turn off the lights and hurry to bed.
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Choice D: Casually
His message was just the type of distraction you were hoping for after ending up the call with your ex. Happy to have a change of subject, you proceed to type in a message on your phone.
I’m getting things ready just now.
Goodnight to you too, Sans. :-)
can’t figure out what to pack?
Honestly. . . no.
I’m not sure what to bring with me.
the way there’s only an hour long, but you can bring stuff for faust, just in case.
and maybe a change of clothes for him, since frisk has a kiddie pool, and I'm 99.9% sure they’re gonna want to splash in there with him.
That’s so cute!
You sound just like a father, Sans.
psh. i’d rather call it brotherly instincts.
raising paps was a lotta work.
That’s still pretty sweet.
thanks, i guess.
you’re pretty nice yourself.
Thank you.
Are you. . . sleepy yet?
not really.
i’m at grillby’s right now, so i won’t be home in another hour.
Grillby’s?
it’s a pretty nice bar n’ grill kinda thing.
i dunno if it’s your style, but. . . it’d be cool if we could hang out someplace like that sometimes.
That’d be nice.
I have to finish up packing now, but talk to you tomorrow!
Don’t stay up too late.
heh. i’ll try.
see you then, (y/n).
A smile remains on your face after finishing with the conversation. You check the time to see it's already ten o’clock. You would get roughly six hours of sleep if you were to finish preparing for tomorrow in the next two hours -- and as long as you didn’t forget setting up your alarm. The silence of the night allowed you some time to think on what to do first, so you chose to pack up the extra change of clothes Sans had suggested you brought with you.
Carefully, you go up the stairs, map out your plans, and slowly push open the door of Faust’s bedroom. You then begin your search in the dark, not wanting to wake him up by turning on the lights.
You arrive at your room at midnight, checking your phone one last time to see Sans had sent you a friend request on Overnet, the Surface's equivalent of Undernet.