Fairytale Complex - [Sans x Reader]

Chapter Twenty Three | Stronger Monsters (Part 3 of 3 | His POV)

Only the eagle manages to escape as help arrives, though Sans can hardly process that situation as he's shoved towards another – literally.

Having enough guards with her to lead a small army, Undyne departs from the group arresting the two masked men, rushes towards him, and pushes him off to where (Y/N)'s at: waiting by the ambulance as the injured cat is given treatment.

"We'll take it from here," she says, giving him a thumbs up when he turns back to her. "See if they need anything, and we can talk about this tomorrow morning. Cya!"

It takes him a second, but he eventually snaps out of it to nod and thank her with a wave goodbye.

When she's gone from his line of sight, he steps closer to the ambulance and waits until the cat's in a more stable condition for him to intervene.

"Hey-"

Yet, as he's about to get a word in, a crowd of monsters bursts into the garden, runs off to his side, and pulls him towards another situation – also literally.

"We gotta celebrate!" one of his bar friends exclaims, throwing a wing over his shoulder.

That last word sours his mouth, and while he tries not to let his words come out bitter, he can't avoid it.

"One of 'em escaped," he replies, pushing the duck's wing away. "That-"

"And?" A laugh fueled by alcohol leaves his bill. "That still makes it two outta three! Divide it, and what? You have a full sixty-seven. That's a passing grade!"

"That's not how that w-"

As Sans tries to get another word in, another monster pops in to squeeze his arm.

"You have to play basketball with us, man. You gotta," his other bar friend says, neighing in excitement. "The court's huge – We can't let it go to waste!"

Giving up now that he's interrupted for a third time, he takes one final glance at the aftermath of the ambush before letting himself be taken off elsewhere.

Already darkened blood is circled with metal poles and barricade tape. Scarce remnants of the eagle's DNA are sought and picked out by a PI, while the guards spread out to maintain patrol in different areas of the hotel. The buff cat meows in pain as his injuries are treated, while the only human currently present lulls him back into calm with soft scratches to the top of his dominant hand – one of the few parts of his body kept intact from the fight. Once pristine greenery is left to fend on its own as the area is closed to the public. Those who weren't present during the ambush are therefore escorted out with the group now dragging him off to the hotel's basketball court, one after the other, in a neat but rowdy line.

Despite the movement and hustle of those around, it feels as if time has stopped, and more so when he makes eye contact with his partner to see their jumpy gaze and shaky body attempt to direct a broader smile at him – different from the one they've been directing at the cat while comforting him.

The distant wish to return that gesture is what remains when he's led out of the garden and towards the path leading to the court.

★★★

Hype grows as the teams' scores close in, with only a few seconds left for either one to take the victory.

Sans catches the ball as it's thrown at him by the tallest monster of the team just as he's cornered by the opposing one, and that moment of distraction is more than enough for him to reach the hoop, jump, and throw it in.

The crowd cheers and claps as he performs the last shot, increasing to such an extent where he's dizzied by the noise. Nausea makes the taste of the alcohol he'd taken earlier return, and he coughs to suppress a gag. He thinks of leaving the team to celebrate on their own, yet he opposes raining on their parade so quickly.