Always and Forever, That's my Promise || AU Sans x Reader

Slippery Slope

Trusting you was not an option, so he'll just have to find a way to make you slip.

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"so, how long you been here?"

"A few minutes at least, maybe ten at the most? I was walking towards a sound I heard over there." You pointed at the tall woods that rimmed the area of the wheat field, specifically near a formation of large rocks. Sans must've not heard it, considering he was 'undrowning' himself. "Then you came up to me and here we are. What about you?"

Okay, should've been more subtle with the questions. Maybe then they wouldn't have asked back.

"twenty six minutes and four milliseconds." He lied. "i was just sitting down." Half-lie. It was more laying down with water gushing out of his skull for a while. The actual time had been about the same as you, ten or so minutes.

"where'd you conk out? in a fireplace? sounds pretty flaming if i say so myself." Even Sans admitted that the joke was quite bad. But... jokes always make people slip.

"Actually, yeah. I was looking up the chimney of my gran's old place 'cause I was cleaning it, and I saw a painting of a tree" You paused "...I think it was a tree at least, there was some stuff hanging off it. Probably apples or something." He'd heard stranger.

Or not.

"uhh anyways, you still planning on going over there?" He'd follow you if you did, what else was he going to do?

"I mean I guess, yeah." You shifted awkwardly. "Wanna... join me?" Well. That was easier than expected.

"eh, why not? nice to wheat you bub, the name's sans." Holding his hand out, you shook it. But... why could you feel it's wetness? You can't feel in dreams. Your face twisted as Sans slowly realized what he'd done.

"Why does your hand feel wet?" The jig is up. He slipped. How was he going to explain this? He barely knew himself...

It had been silent. The tension was enough to make the slightest movement seem to be an unnatural phenomenon. Then, a cheerful tune rang out. Startling them both, they quickly turned to the source.

*CLASSIC Joined The Party!

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"Sans?"

"shit."

He'd realized this from before, when he mentioned it. He knew now.

It remained silent.

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"Why are you wet and how did we get here?"

"water and magic. didn't think he had the figurative balls for this come to use. ever." He was in this world.

"Magic? And what do you mean 'come to use'?"

Sans took off his hood and answered, "something was set off. they really went for the rpg idea." You, first surprised by him taking off his hood, then realized the lack of skin on his face.

"oh, and yup, monsters are real. surprise."
He looked familiar somehow... but you snapped out of your shock soon after, or tried to. Who wouldn't be shocked if all the stories your gran told you were real?

"That wasn't very clear..."

"most clear you're gonna get. i don't exactly know myself." Looking back at the text of 'classic joining the team', which had been looming to your left side, it displayed another message.

*New Objective!

Go To The Sound

"So, should we...?"

"better than nothing." Sans shrugged and started walking off, socks and the slippers covering them sloshing against the ground which left a muddy trail as he internally shuddered at the uncomfortable feeling. You followed after him. Knowing that though you couldn't squeeze the answers you oh so wanted out of him, you may as well be friendly. So you took off your dry, warm, -admittedly a bit dirty so you wiped it off-, jacket and called out to the shorter fellow.

"Hey, catch!"

"wha-?!" The baggy jacket landed on his shoulder, and the man was looking at you understandably confused.

"You can use it to dry off, or wear it. It's pretty soft. And it's already wet so no take-backs." Tacking on the last part before he could refuse, Sans gave in and dried his body hesitantly.

As you waited, you checked in your pockets to see if anything had been poofed with you. And, it was a resounding no. Unless you count a sleeve of crackers. At least you won't starve to death for a while... if you rationed...

"i'm done, er- thanks for the thing...? i'll wear this until my hoodie is dry i guess..." Sans was hesitant to wear the jacket, until he felt it. It was a little damp but they were right, it was soft. Unfairly so. How many human survival mistakes has he made? He lost count.

"No problem." Both of you had started walking again.

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"...Sorry if I got off on the wrong foot with you, I'm just-"

"confused?"

"Yeah..."

"heh, you're not the only one. at least you're decent and i didn't get trapped with a genocidal maniac."

The rest of the walk was nice. There were flowers dotting the line of the wheat field and the forest, the breeze was gentle, and the rock formation was now in full view. The rocks were large, most larger than the taller of the two. It looked slightly like Stonehenge.

"so this is where you heard it?"

"Yeah, I-" You were cut off by a familiar, cheerful tune.

*Objective Complete!

New Objective!

Look For The Sound

"That's going to get annoying really fast, isn't it?" The same look that had crossed your face when you first met Sans appeared once more. Your pain was quite amusing.

"Anyways, yeah, I heard it from around here."

"i'll look over there then." He pointed to the largest boulder, which left you with the area near the woods. You liked forests anyway.

"I'll go over there then, when should we meet up?" Sans pondered for a moment.

"i'd say after thirty minutes we'll go back here."

"Sounds good to me, see you then."

You both walked off to your respective spots and started to search, your methods being drastically different.

On one hand, you were trying to be friendly and comforting in case it was a living thing...

While Sans, well, he was trying to be quiet and threatening in case it was a living thing...

So, they obviously came to you since they didn't want to be slapped or worse. Too bad they scared the daylights out of you. Literally.

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