Write A Note (Sans x Female!Reader)

Chapter 11- Pancakes With Pap

Writer: Back again! Percentage is at 98%, I'm good! ᕦ(ò_óˇ)ᕤ Gonna power through it! Next Chapter!
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(~Your POV~)

"So, you know how to draw?" I write on the next page while also saying it out loud to him.

'We filled up two whole pages already. Pretty sure it'll be close to midnight soon.'

Sans grabs the book from me, "Not really much else to do while sitting at home. I do small doodles every now and then." I almost laugh but I try to keep my calm manner, "That very detailed, drawing of Undyne, was a random doodle?" He smiles and writes down below my question, "More or less. Do you have any tips?" "I don't know? I just thought it was cool."

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Instead of giving the book back to him, I write down, "Was that you earlier?" "What do you mean?" Sans writes, definitely confused. I sigh and write down, "'Did ya eat?'" His face glows bright blue and his pupils shrink as he stares at what I wrote.

'Yep, it was him.'

I write down, teasing, "You haven't played a narrator role in any movie commercials by any chance, have you?" He pulls his hood tightly over his face, hiding his embarrassment. I lightly slap his shoulder, "Oh come on Sans! It's not that bad! If you need to talk to Papyrus, I can understand that. He's your brother. Don't be quiet around him only because I'm here."

He peeks out from under his hood, writing, "It's more complicated than that." I give him a side hug, "It's okay. I'll make you feel better." I start laughing but he blushes more.

'I want to help him but there's only so much that I can do.'

I yawn, letting go of him, "Uh, so I'm sleeping on the couch?" He nods, "You can borrow one of my pillows if you want. I think Paps already got a blanket set aside for you." He gets up and goes down the hall into what I think should be his room.

It wasn't long before he came back with a pillow and blanket, giving them to me. I smile, "Thanks. I got to go to bed, work in the morning." He nods, showing his small book, "I understand. Thanks for talking with me."

"It was fun so.. See you in the morning?" I ask. Sans nods, but then stands there for a minute.

'Sans looks nervous, is something wrong?'

"Sans, do you need something?" I ask, draping the blanket over the couch. He flinches and looks away, writing something down. I sit up, paying more attention to him now.

"Do you have a lunch break?"

I pause, looking at him.

'Is he serious?'

Sans gets more awkward the longer I stay silent. He flips to another page, rubbing the back of his neck, "Sorry." "No, No! It's okay! Yes, I do get lunch breaks. They're just REALLY short." I inform him, my heart rate starting to speed up.

Sans writes something down, but then stares at it for a bit. He harshly scratched it out with his marker. He doesn't know what to do. I try to comfort him, "Hey, it's okay. What did you want to say?"

Sans takes a deep breath and writes on a separate page of his notebook, turning it around while also trying to hide his face with his hood, "Would you like to meet somewhere for lunch tomorrow?" My heart skips a beat.

'What is wrong with me?!'

I feel myself start to blush as I look down at my lap, "Um.."