Write A Note (Sans x Female!Reader)

Chapter 14- Don't Worry

Writer~San: Good evening (at least to the people in the same time zone)! Yep, that's pretty much it lol. ;w; Continue!
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(~Your POV + Small Time Skip~)

I quickly thank Grillby and pay for the fries. He nods and places a tray of fries down for Sans too. He quietly placed a bottle of ketchup on the counter too before walking off. I ask Sans, having been pondering on this for a while, "How does Grillby walk around without setting his restaurant and food on fire?" Sans holds his breath, suppressing his laugh. He smiles and shrugs.

I sigh, "Sometimes your logic makes no sense." "Says the person that needs various nerves and organs to live." He teases, writing on the next spot of his conversation book. I retaliate, "I need to BREATHE, Sans. Don't you need to breathe?!" Sans arches an eyebrow at me while smiling. "Well yeah but I don't need lungs to do it." I shriek, "ThAt MAkEs NO SeNsE!"

Sans is so amused by my confusion. I can clearly see him fighting back his laughter.

'Why don't you just let it out?! I don't care!'

He turns away to regain his composure. I huff out of slight annoyance. I pick up a few of my fries and taste them.

'They're perfectly seasoned. How do so many of these monsters know how to cook better than me? Heh..'

I gleefully continue to eat on my lunch. It's so good, I didn't notice that I skipped on dipping them in any condiments.

'Wait.. how does Sans eat?'

I turn to ask him and see him chugging on the ketchup. My jaw almost drops.

'What the heck?'

Sans finished the entire bottle and placed it on the counter. He hardcore flinches when he turns to see that I'm staring at him. For a split second, Sans came close to falling off the stool.

I ask in disbelief, "That's a joke right? Are you pranking me?" Sans looks at me and the bottle, then writes down, "Sorry, did ya want some?" I laugh, "That doesn't matter now! Why are you drinking that?"

He nervously smiles before jotting down, "Because it's good?" I acknowledge, "Yes, I agree, but NOT to drink it."

'How did he even???'

I'm so confused right now.

'He doesn't even have a stomach!'

Sans stops smiling, noticing something while looking at me. His expression turns very worried, and his pupils shrink a bit while he points at my arms. I look down and see my completely exposed arms, bruises standing out like colorful marks on a blank page.

'CRAP! I FORGOT TO WEAR LONG SLEEVES!'

I internally panick and wrap my arms tightly around myself, "I-It's fine! I'm pretty clumsy so I run into everything."

'That was a horrible excuse.'

I stare down at the floor for a minute, trying to think of another cover. I hear something slide across the bar counter. Looking up, I see Sans had written an entire paragraph on the conversation book for me.

"Y/N, that's a lot of bruising, a lot more than running into things or having a few falls. I understand that some people are clumsy but most of the bruises you have are new. I never saw you trip or stumble EVEN ONCE yesterday. I'm pretty sure you don't work anywhere near an ice skating rink either. What's going on?"

I sigh and place my hands over my face, my body started to shake a bit.

'It was only a matter of time before someone found out.'

I know I can't hide it forever. I take a deep breath and look at him, "There is an ice skating rink downtown. You should check it out sometime." Sans sighs and writes, "Off topic, now the truth."

I throw my arms up, "Sans, I'm serious. It's fine." "Strike 2. One more and I'll find out myself." Sans writes down, giving me a serious glare.

'Dang it...'

"Is it at work?" He quickly writes. I block his question, "I don't really want to talk about work while I'm on my lunch break." He arches an eyebrow and plainly wrote, "It's work."

I close the book, "Sans... please.. Just stop." I shift over and turn in the opposite direction.

'Day 2, I made it awkward AGAIN.'

"Y/N, let me see 'em." I hear the same deep voice again, it sent shivers down my spine. I look at Sans and he sighs, outstretching his arms towards mine. I give up and turn back towards him before shakily holding my arms out. He gently wraps his hands around my wrists and inspects the bruises.

'He spoke to me. More than two words. Did he say my name? Yeah.. Holy crap-'

At that moment, he rubbed a spot that was sore. It stung and I reacted out of reflex, jerking my hand away from him. Sans gives me an apologetic look. I sigh, "No, it's fine.. Sorry."

'His hands are cold...'

(~Sans' POV~)

'Nothing looks broken. Some of the bruises on her arms are pretty dark though...'

I'm hoping this has nothing to do with me and Pap.

'Please tell me we didn't get her in serious trouble.'

I glance up at her, she definitely looks uncomfortable having to talk about the subject, "I- uhm.. I don't fit in with most people. You probably don't understand that."

'You think I fit in more than you?'

I let go of her hands so I can write something down. I open it back to our page, "Oh really?" She looks up at the ceiling, letting out a small groan, "I know. But even before monsters came to the surface, I didn't fit in. Point being, I can handle this, okay?"

'I don't believe you.'

"If Papyrus came home with those bruises, I would be ready to take on anyone that hurt my bro. Who says I can't feel the same way about you? I care about ya too." She slowly reads my writing. Before she can answer, her phone rings. She jumps off the stool, "I'm sorry. I have to take this."

'Perfect timing, thanks cruel world.'

I silently curse to myself. Y/N walks out of the restaurant, taking her conversation outside.

Writer~San: Secrets have been discovered and now Sans is really worried about ya. He finally opened up and spoke too. Will he talk more? Possibly, only time will tell. Who else is looking forward to making cake with Sans and Papyrus? Lol, just me? Okay- Welp, I gtg. Byeeeeeee! (=w=)