AU Sans x Reader Oneshots

Ink!Sans x Reader

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It was fairly dark in your room, the curtains were shut, blocking the bright sunlight. Scribbling could be heard throughout the room. A dim desk lamp was turned on in the corner of the room,  Sitting at the desk, was you. You were leaned over, focused on a small piece of paper that laid on the desk. In hand, a pencil almost halfway used. The tip was blunt as you had been using it. You made a small streak across the paper with your pencil. Staring at the paper, you blinked as your face scrunched up in disappointment. This drawing looks terrible. You thought. You stared at everything wrong. The messy hands, the uneven eyes, the shading. Nothing. NOTHING looked right. You sighed, clearly irritated. The poor piece of paper was crushed into a ball by your hands and thrown into the bin next to your desk with a sad little plop. You loved drawing, everything you saw gave you inspiration to draw. But every time you did, it looked terrible to you. Other people said it was cool, but you know they were lying. It was only sympathy. You almost wanted to break the pencil that rested in your hand. All that determination to draw and it looked terrible. You sighed again. 

"Maybe I should take a break" You mumbled out to yourself. Now thinking about it, you were thirsty and needed something to drink. You put your pencil down and got up. You walked over to your bedroom door and turned the knob. 

CRASH! 

A sudden loud sound came from downstairs. You stopped every movement you were making. What was that? Who made that sound? Is it an intruder? Questions swarmed your head. You looked around your room, hand still on the door knob, you twisted it back in place, firmly locking the door. You walked back towards your desk and open one of the top drawers. A metal ruler laid at the bottom. You pulled it out. It was thick and could easily do some damage. You quickly noted that you'd need to investigate the sound in case something serious had happened in the past few moments.  

Nobody was home and your phone was downstairs charging. You'd need to grab your phone to reach the police for help if you were indeed, in danger. You exhaled quietly to calm your nerves, reaching for the door knob you twisted it and the door swung open with ease. Cautiously looking down the hallway you exited your room and quietly crept for the stairs. Successfully reaching the stairs you peered down into the living room. 

A strange monster was laying on the coffee table, hand over their eyes. You confirmed the strange monster to be a skeleton. Not only was a skeleton laying on your coffee table but a large broom...paintbrush, laid on the floor next to him. It could have been the size of your average 10 year old, maybe bigger. You didn't know how to describe his outfit, big baggy brown pants that looked to be overalls with teal straps but he didn't wear the straps...so how did it stay on? you decided not to question it. A white shirt with a short, brown and gold-trimmed sweater. (I don't know how to describe it) He had no shoes on, only long brown socks that were cut off on his ankles and toes. A large brown scarf that faded to a lighter tan at the end, small artist gloves, and lastly, a black sash with small pockets that looked to contain vials of colored substances.

Intrigued by the skeleton who looked to be in pain or in a daze (or both, you couldn't tell),  you ascended the stairs down into the living room. You gripped the ruler in your hand, as the other was firmly place on the railing of the stairs. You quietly crept up to the side of coffee table, leaning over to look at the skeleton's face better. The skeleton groaned slightly, removing his forearm from his eyes. He blinked and finally looked at you. 

You guessed he finally registered where he was as he stiffened slightly when he noticed you. 

"Uh, hi?" The skeleton said, looking around. His eyes darted around, and when he blinked they would change color and shape. A yellow question mark in the left socket, and a green triangle in the right. He blinked again, focusing his eyelights on you. His left eyelight was now a blue circle while the right eyelight was now a yellow star. The way they changed was almost mesmerizing. You didn't notice this earlier due to his arm being over his face but black ink seemed to stain his left cheekbone. You stepped away slightly so he could sit up.