Money, Jokes, and War (Sans x Reader)

Chapter 25

gonna publish what I already have written! I don't think I'll be adding to this for a while yet, but I am going home for break soon! college has been crazy! hope you all have been well <3

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 After getting home, you finally put your parents' car-keys back into their bedroom. Mark wasn't in the living room and his bedroom door was open, so you assumed he was out of the house. It wasn't that late in the day, around 4:30pm, what the hell were you gonna do for the rest of the day. It was a weekend, and you've already completed your schoolwork, so what to do? You trudged over to your bathroom and took off the makeup that you had applied earlier. There was barely any, so it barely took any time. What to do?

"Oh!" you exclaimed as you rushed back out to your bedroom. You grabbed a change of clothes, some F/C fluffy pajama bottoms, and a random oversized-shirt from one of your drawers. You also grabbed new undergarments and cozy socks, before dumping them on your bathroom floor and rushing back out. Your eyes settled on your shelf where you had a few scented candles, and you snatched them up quickly– along with the lighter that sat beside the candles.

Back in the bathroom you opened the cabinets under your sink, and grabbed some bubble formula for your soon-to-be warm and relaxing bath. You used your newly purchased phone to pull up youtube for some music, and lit the candles and placed them safely on your sink. You used the hair tie to put your hair up and out of your face, and went to turn on the faucet for the tub. While it filled you shed yourself of the clothes you were in, and periodically checked the temperature of your bath. You poured the soap in, and it quickly bubbled up. You let out a soft giggle before stepping carefully into the tub.

You turned the faucet off once it filled fully, and sunk down further to cover your shoulders in the warm water. The sound of your favorite music blared through your bathroom, and you sighed in content. For a few moments, all was well. It was peaceful, the lavender and citrus candles coated the room in its pleasant smell, and you were so warm.

Then your mind began to wander. What the hell did you just do?!

You're in debt 150k for a fucking phone. One of the few things you weren't allowed to have! You're so fucked. The chill vibe of the bathroom became doused in panic and fear from your thoughts. You were soooo getting kicked out of the house once your parents found out. Fuck, what if Mark found out first? He would totally hold it over your head to get you to do whatever he wanted. Damnit! Why did you have to agree to this? It's fucking stupid, and will only end in misery for you! Shit, speaking of money, you go back to work tomorrow. What the hell is that going to be like? The time flew by so fast, you could've sworn you had another week left at least...

On the bright side it'll be good to be productive again right? You'll be able to save up enough money to get out of your parents house, and the job that they supplied. It might be nice to live by yourself. No real rules, no parents watching your every move. You could do whatever you want. Only costs the relationships you have with your family. Your mom and dad have been kind to you, they helped you after you were terribly injured. They've only been helpful.

And Mark! How could you ever leave him? He's your only brother. He cares about you more than anything, how could you ever sacrifice that? Mark has been there for you your whole life, you couldn't just leave him. Fuck this was so much more complicated than it should have to be. "This was supposed to be relaxing," you groaned and laid your head back with a thunk on the porcelain tub.

You tried to redirect your thoughts to something more lighthearted, but ended up thinking about Sans, again. He seemed to be on your mind almost 24/7 at this point. Though, today was a good day. You cracked jokes and had fun with one another! That can't be a bad thing! Though, he did get way more tense after Fauna spoke about his former science career. You thought hard and tried to remember what you saw in his soul all those months ago. You couldn't consciously remember, so you did what you do best.