The Ghost (Sans X Street Racer Reader)

Papyrus and Sans Lay Low

Where was the rendezvous location? Well, it was at the only location where arrests weren't allowed. Grillby's. Sans parked the vehicle in the back, and you both went in though the back door where Papyrus and Grillby was waiting. "Never figured you for a racer, Sans, no wonder you and lil spitfire get along." Grillby stated as he held the mask out to Sans. "heh, no kidding. thanks for this, grillbz." Sans took the mask. "Anything for a friend." The bartender replied, walking out the fire exit. Sans tossed the mask onto the couch before facing Papyrus, who gripped the rest of the Ghost uniform. "B-BROTHER..." Sans looked down. "i never wanted you caught up in all this, bro.. i'm so sorr-" Papyrus scooped Sans up into a huge. "I'M JUST GLAD YOU'RE OK!" Sans gave a gentle smile, patting Paps back. "me too bro, me too." While they had that little bonding session, you picked up the discarded black clothing and put it on the couch with his mask. You thought of getting him his normal wear.. well, his blue jacket anyway. Everything else was already here. Once the police caught on that the skeleton was gone, if they haven't already, they'd flood Sans and Papyrus' house. They'd go after friends, family.. you didn't have much time as you left the bar.

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You parked a couple of blocks from their house and broke in through a window, you'd pay for it when all was said and done. You checked all the rooms, in search of you boyfriend's? You honestly didn't know, you haven't had much of a chance to talk over the chaos of everything. Finally you found his. It was dark, messy, and rather typical of Sans. Or maybe it was part of his Sans charade? You dug around for the blue piece of clothing. "Where does he keep it?!" You hissed under your breath. You found his slippers next to his bed, but the jacket was nowhere to be found- closet. Of course. Feeling stupid for not checking there first, you checked in the closet to see the jacket hung up rather nicely inside. So with slippers and jacket in tow, you escaped through Sans' window. You say escaped because the police were knocking on the door. Apparently one of the two installed a silent alarm.

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Sans was in his shorts and white tee when you got back, Papyrus was asleep on the couch. "where've you been?" His foot tapped on the wood as he eyed his jacket. "I didn't have much time to get your cozy wear before the police come after us so.." You held out said cozy wear. He rolled his pinpricks. "thanks [Y/N]. lay low now though, ok? don't need ya getting caught." You playfully saluted Sans while he slipped on his slippers. "Aye, aye!" He snorted. "you're a dork."
"I know. So.. um.." He noticed your hesitation and finished slipping on his jacket. "yeah?"
"Can we talk... about us..?" Sans nodded immediately, and walked down a hall that lead to a bedroom, Grillby's you assumed, a bathroom, and a kitchen. He sat at the table in the kitchen. "what about us?" He looked at you expectantly. "Well.. is there an us?"
"only if you want there to be an us." He replied honestly. "You already know the answer to that!" You retorted. He chuckled. "i don't know, do i?"
"Sans!" He laughed. "c'mere." He pulled you in for a tender kiss.