Money, Jokes, and War (Sans x Reader)

Chapter 26

TW: talk of kidnapping, torture, alcohol, nausea, and murder-suicide. fight scene.

bruhhh

every time i get an idea to write, it is in the most inconvenient space. i should not be thinking about sans in the shower. 

this was written in 2022! + I am NOT back yet!!!!!!

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"fuck." Sans muttered, as he stared at the tall, blue figure that had just entered the bar. The door was blown wide open from the force at which Undyne opened the door, it was letting a cold breeze fill the establishment. Undyne's long, red hair whipped around her head as she scanned the bar for any sight of Sans. Her gaze, luckily, quickly found the dogs sitting around the table– drunk– playing poker. Undyne went over to talk with them for a few minutes, getting distracted by Greater Dog starting an arm wrestle with her.

"what are you doing? get out of here!" Sans whispered and sank lower in the booth. His hood was pulled tight over his head, and you were frozen in place. Undyne was right here. She is literally the captain of the royal guard, and you ditched her friends. Oh god, you were so dead.

"stars above, get out of here! who knows what she'll do to you if she sees you?" Sans whisper-yelled again, his eyelights shrunk into pinpoints. You shook your head out to clear your thoughts. You had to get out of here. You shimmed towards the edge of the booth as quietly as possible, wincing everytime Undyne cackled at her win.

"HAHA! Oi! Have any of you punks seen Sans? Paps is looking for him." Undyne asks the dogs, and slowly their eyes flash to the pair of you in the booth. It was like slow motion, watching her head turn to look in the direction the dogs had looked. Her smile slowly lowered into a frown. Her stance went from relaxed, to aggressive. She bared her teeth before stomping over to your table. Your heart was caught in your throat.

"What are you doing here, human?" She spat the last word out with venom. You stuttered, trying to find a reason that you were here– and oh god she is so strong. No words came to mind as she stared you down. All you could hear was the beat of your heart. It was so loud it drowned out the loud chattering of the restaurant. "Well? Answer me." She spoke once more, leaning in even closer to your face.

"she's here with me, 'dyne." Sans spoke slowly, false confidence had weaved it's way into his words. Undyne's head snapped to Sans skull. She leaned back a bit when she saw him sitting in the seat. Before her one good eye narrowed on his form, and she smirked.

"So quick to betray your brother, aren't you?" She spat. Magic filled the air around the both of them, challenging the other into a fight. It sparked and tingled against your skin as your gaze shifted from monster to monster. Grillby– a godsend– silently walked over to your guys' booth, and tapped the both of them on the shoulder. He must've burned them a little, as they both recoiled from his touch and the magic dissipated.

"... If you are going to fight, you better do it outside." His voice crackled as he glared at the two patrons. Undyne rolled her shoulders back and leaned away from Sans' form. Sans shrugged and a grin returned to his face, though more threatening than normal. Grillby's eyes found yours, and his fire popped as he turned to face Sans.

"grillbz wants you to sit down and have us all talk this out." Sans speaks, before slowly turning to face Undyne. She grinned, taking his request as a challenge and pushed you to the wall of your booth and sat down. Holyshitshewasstrong.

"... What would you like to drink?" Grillby grabs a notepad from his apron, and his eyes meet yours first.

"Uh, another milkshake would be great. Thank you." You speak softly, and hear the pen scratch against the paper.