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

Heilman

For now, you have to get the gross, slimy remains out of your poor pants…

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While scraping out the damaged berries, you felt something hard, was that a stick?

You took the mystery item out. It wasn't a stick. But how did this get back in your pockets? It was the magnifying glass… and its hue hadn't returned. Turning on the hose once more, you wiped off the berry guts. Did it still…?

You held it up to your eye.

Tracks. Again.

They glowed brownish-orange and were mixed with a bit of yellow gold, like autumn leaves, and the grass around it seemed to have faded, again, like in autumn.

You could check those later.

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The clothes were very soft. He had on a large beige turtleneck and some old sweats. Regrettably, there was no footwear. What is it with them and soft stuff? Not that he was complaining. But what happened? Why did that storm throw them back here? Were the others in unfamiliar universes? Did his magic work here?

He rose his hand, attention to the damp towel on the floor. A blue light encased it and the towel lifted from its place. Putting it down, he focused on the lilac shampoo. A slightly heavier object. It lifted, more hesitant, however. Keeping the shampoo up, he tried lifting the towel once more. It came shakily and Sans dropped it, feeling depleted already.

Good news, it worked. Bad news, it was significantly weakened.

Teleportation was too risky at the moment. He'd wait till he was completely energized for that experiment.

He was half-expecting a ding to pull his attention, with a 'new objective; find the damn human'. Surprisingly, it did say damn before. Though, he was wrong. It wasn't Nightmare's world. If it was, Dream would not be there. And he'd, at least, be able to use magic due to the 'brotherly connection' stuff. The magnifying glass was the only trace of it. And it belonged to a human. Or, their grandmother. Where was she anyway? Wasn't this her house? Did he have another to worry about? Didn't they say old house? Could she visit? What about their friends? Doubt they've ever seen a monster… how long was he going to be stuck here?

"Hey, not to hurry you, but are you done yet?" Sans jumped at the unexpected voice.

"yeah, hold up." He moved to the door, steps heavy against the tile, with his clothes in hand to unlock the door.

"Thanks," They had cleaned themselves off, which revealed that, unsurprisingly, they were scratched and bruised all over. One particular scrape on their forehead had inflamed, mirroring another nasty gash on their palm. "You can stay in the room at the end of the hall if you'd like. I haven't had the chance to clean it yet so sorry about that."

"it's fine." He just needed to sleep on it for now. Wait, "what's the time, by the way?"

"It's four-thirty." Well, his sleep schedule is always fucked up anyways.

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The warmth of the shower ran over your skin, you drained your shampooed hair as the crusted mud flowed off. It burned but you were too tired to care. Did you have work today? You think you did. It starts at 7:35, so you could get a bit of rest beforehand.

Bit by bit, you cleaned yourself and soon were done. You turned the shower cold and rinsed off once more, just in case. Leaving behind discolored water in your wake, you draped a towel over your shoulders and grabbed the medical supplies. Applying salve to the wounds, bandaging them, and grabbing some Advil. You dressed in your uniform and put everything away. Towels in the basket, meds in the cabinet, and the clothes in the laundry room. Where did you put your phone? Was it on the coffee table? That would make sense.