When Two Souls Collide {Sans x Reader} REMASTERED

{Chapter 13}

After the movie ends, everyone starts talking again. Sans, not wanting you to wake up, teleported the two of you to his room, gently placing you down on his bed. He draped his blanket over you, before heading back downstairs. 

Sans spent some more time with everyone before eventually retreating back to his room. He carefully laid down beside you, not wanting to wake you up. He faced the opposite direction from you, that way he wouldn't freak you out too much if you woke up before him. He didn't want to make things awkward between you both. He closed his eye sockets and fell asleep.

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You begin to wake up, stirring. Some noise had woken you up. You opened your eyes slowly, giggling catching your attention. Mettaton stood a few feet away, snapping photos with his phone. You got up quickly, taking the phone from him. You deleted the pictures, a little peeved. "Not cool." You said, handing the phone back. Mettaton whined. "Oh, but (Y/N).. they were so cute." He complained.

You rolled your eyes. "Ask next time. You're lucky Sans didn't wake up." You replied, sitting down on the edge of the mattress. Mettaton huffed and left. You took into account what just happened. Mettaton was taking pictures because you were asleep with Sans. Holy shit. You were asleep with Sans. In the same bed.

Your cheeks burn with embarrassment. You hide your face in your hands, even though you know no one can see you. "You okay, kid..?" Sans asks sleepily, sitting up. He rubs his eye sockets like a sleepy toddler. You quickly take your hands off of your face, nodding. "Yep! Just fine." You reply, now more embarrassed. You decided not to tell Sans what had happened, since it didn't matter too much.

"So, uh.." You started unsure of what to say. "Should we head downstairs?" You asked. Sans shrugged. "Might as well. Give me a second to change first, though." He said. Your eyes widen a little. You hadn't changed your clothes this whole time. God, that was embarrassing. Sans opened his closet. It was filled with the exact same outfit. "Hm, what to wear.." He muttered, looking around as if there was some other option.

You laughed, covering your mouth with your hand. You weren't sure why, but that was funny to you. Sans smiled. He liked to hear you laugh. He turned to look at you. "Need some clothes, kid?" He asked. You got embarrassed again and nodded. He tossed a white shirt and a pair of shorts at you. "Here." He said.

You didn't know where you were supposed to change. The house had no bathroom. "Hey- uh.. Sans..?" You asked, not daring to look up at him right now. He was looking in the closet again. "Hm?" He replied, not even looking over at you. Uncertainty washed over you. This was a really embarrassing question. "Where am I supposed to change?" You questioned, voice quiet. 

Sans didn't even really think about his answer. "You can just change on the other side of the room. I won't be looking or anything." He said, still busy in the closet. You felt a little stupid for not thinking of that. "Oh." You muttered. That made sense. You walked over to the mattress, facing the wall. You trusted that Sans wouldn't look, but it was still embarrassing.

You quickly took your clothes off, changing into Sans'. They were a little big, but they fit okay. The shirt was a tad bit oversized, but you didn't mind that. If anything, you enjoyed it. "You done, kid?" Sans asked, still turned towards the closet. You turned around. "Yep. Thanks.." You said, still a little embarrassed.

Sans turned around, having changed as well. Not that you knew or noticed, since everything in his closet was the same. "You ready to go?" He questioned, wanting to make sure he wasn't rushing you or anything. You nodded, figuring it was best the two of you started your day. Sans opened the door, gesturing for you to head out. You smiled and walked out. "My, my. What a gentleman~" You joked.

Sans smiled, following you down the stairs. Everyone was awake and chatting already. You could hear Papyrus in the kitchen making breakfast. "I'll be right back." You say, going to go check on him. Just in case, of course. He was following a recipe from an MTT brand cookbook. You smile softly. Well, everything should be okay then.

"Morning, Papyrus." You greet. He turns to look at you, smiling. "GOOD MORNING, (Y/N)! I AM MAKING FRENCH TOAST." He replies. You stifle your soft chuckle. "I can see that. How is it going?" You ask, leaning on the doorframe. Papyrus seems happy. "IT'S GOING WONDERFUL! I'M SO GLAD I BOUGHT THIS COOKBOOK. METTATON IS THE BEST!" He answers. You nod. Well, at least things were going okay in here.

You leave Papyrus to his devices, returning back to the living room. Sans is sitting on the couch again, nonchalantly talking with Alphys. You smile softly. Undyne is talking with Mettaton. You weren't honestly even sure what those two would talk about, since they didn't have much in common.

"So, how much can you lift in that body? It's gotta be like super strong, right? Like those mech suits in those anime movies!" Undyne says excitedly. Mettaton shakes his head a little in a disapproving way. "This body is for show, darling. I have another form that's much stronger than this." He replies, much to Undyne's dismay. She gets competitive again. "What?! Let me see! I want to fight it!" She yells, aching to prove her strength.

Alphys notices and goes over. "U-Undyne- he can't yet. His other form i-is still under construction!" She explains, making Undyne frown. The fish lady huffs. "Fine. I guess I can wait, then. But after that, I'll kick your ass!" She exclaims. You shake your head with a soft smile, returning to Sans' side. 

"Is this normal?" You ask. Sans shrugs. "Pretty much, yeah." He replies, not moving from his spot at all. He seemed comfortable. Honestly, that seemed about right. You figured this group got up to a lot of shenanigans. Not too long after that, Papyrus peeked out of the kitchen. "FOOD'S READY!" He called. Everyone looked over, excited. It was almost cute.

Papyrus dished up everyone's food. You chose not to have any. You planned on eating later, anyway. You stayed on the couch, watching as everyone crowded around the table. "Wow, Papyrus! This is simply marvelous. What recipe did you use?" Mettaton asked, lighting up. Papyrus got shy. "A-ACTUALLY... IT'S YOURS." He answered, a bit bashful. Mettaton gasped. "Really?! Why, that's so sweet of you, darling." He said, smiling. You smiled from your spot on the couch, glad things were going well.

After breakfast, Undyne and Alphys decided it was time to go. Mettaton, on the other hand, chose to stay. You helped Papyrus with the dishes, wanting to feel at least a little useful. After that, Mettaton and Papyrus ran up to his room. You weren't sure what for, but at the same time, you didn't care too much. The two were like giggling schoolgirls, so you weren't too worried.

"Those two are ridiculous." You said, smiling. Sans nodded. "Yep. Gotta love 'em though." He replied, leaning against the wall. You looked over at Papyrus' door, getting more and more curious as to what they were doing. "Hang on. I'll be just a second." You muttered, walking up the stairs and listening in on the two.

"Oh, wow.. you have every episode of my show!" Mettaton said, gushing. Papyrus smiled proudly. "THAT'S RIGHT! I'M YOUR NUMBER ONE FAN." He replied. You almost laughed, shaking your head a little. The two were just being dorks. There really was nothing to worry about. You walked back down the stairs. "Those two idiots." You said under your breath. You meant it in an affectionate way, of course.

Now sure that nothing bad would happen, you felt content. "Hey, Sans." You said, trying to catch his attention. He looked over, now distracted from whatever he had been doing. "How are you feeling about going on that second date?"