DystopianTale (Undertale AU)

~Chapter 15~

One month.

It had been one month since Sans and Red had made plans for their date - was that what Sans was supposed to call it? They both decided it was too early to straight up say they were dating and boyfriends and all that, but this would still technically be a date, right? Either way, due to Red's kind of hectic schedule - who knew being a teacher was so much work - the only time that worked was Sunday, a month later. Which was fine, Sans said he had wanted to go slow, and the two of them still texted and saw each other almost daily at the camp. But all the waiting had given Sans a lot of time to overthink everything that could go wrong on this little date. Meet up. Whatever he was supposed to call it.

Let's just say, there was a lot that could go wrong.

What if Sans spilled something on himself? What if he annoyed Red? What if he ordered the wrong meal and Red thought he was gross? Those were just the tip of the iceberg.

What if Red asked Sans to spend the night? What if he wanted more? In a sexual sense. Yes, Sans said he wanted to take things slow, but one night stands were technically a thing and he didn't know what Red was comfortable with or wanted.

Not that Sans was against having sex with Red, but he just wasn't ready for that. He wasn't sure he would be anytime soon.

But what if Red did ask and Sans said no, would the other skeleton get mad? Sure, that would be a shitty thing to get mad about and wouldn't be fair to Sans, and the comedian doubted Red would ever do that, but what if?

He always went back to those "what ifs".

Sans looked at his phone for the fifth time in the past ten minutes. Maybe agreeing to Red's offer to pick him up was a bad idea. He was a 28-year-old still living with his father, which wasn't a great look- even if Sans was doing it to help out his dad. Plus, he was leaving Chara alone with Frisk (Asgore had a late shift that night since the botanical Gardens, where he worked, was getting set up for Christmas, which was just around the corner now, evident by the snow already falling outdoors.) and that was nerve wracking enough on its own. What if one of them got hurt? What if there was a fire?

Sans's phone buzzed.

Red was waiting outside.

It was like time stopped. The clock had stuck zero. No more waiting. No more dreading.

Sans pushed off his bed, quickly checking himself over in the mirror: a simple gray turtle neck that was bigger and warmer than what he usually wore, light blue jeans and a dark blue winter jacket. He looked good.

That was a lie. He looked the same as always - plain, ordinary. Good at blending in with the crowd.

Oh well, it wasn't like he had time to change, again.

Already feeling the buzz of anxiety in the back of his skull growing, he slipped into one of his shortcuts, appearing at the front door with a soft, almost inaudible puff of displaced air. He could hear the TV in the living room, some kids movie playing with closed captioning on for Frisk. Chara stood in the kitchen with her phone in one hand and a glass of orange juice in the other. She peered over at her brother as he hurried to tie up his shoes, taking in his shaking phalanges.

"Have fun on your date, you nerd." She paused, Sans flashing her a somewhat nervous smile. "It'll go fine. Stop worrying so much."

He was trying, he wanted to say, but just managed an awkward laugh and a goodbye, making sure to remind his sister not to let Frisk stay up too late and not to let them eat sugar this late. The 10-year-old may be blind, but boy can they run when they had sweets in their system.