Fairytale Complex - [Undertale | Sans x Reader]

Chapter Twenty Five | Confession (Part 1 of 2 | His POV)

Alternate Chapter Title:

Lagging Behind

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          The world's spinning.          

          And Sans's head hurts like it's been kicked around like a sturdy football.

          But that doesn't keep him from drinking just one more beer, then another two for good measure.

          "Stop giving him more," he hears the human next to him shout, though he doesn't exactly do anything about it. "He's had enough."

          Who's he with?

          He doesn't remember.

          What little memory he can gather is the fact that the person protesting over his alcohol consumption is… important.

          That's the only thing he can make out.

          Important, but… how?

          "Hey," he calls out, when that person tries to swipe his newest serving of beer from his hands. "Stop it."

          "No, you," they reply, and then they attempt to swipe the drink away again, so he does the next best thing.

          And that's teleporting far from their side.

          But it doesn't work out as well as he hoped.

          Rather than teleporting backward, Sans slams right against the same person he'd tried to run from, knocking them clean out of the bar stool and sending them straight to the ground.

          "What the hell, dude?" they exclaim, pushing him off. "Why'd you do that for?!"

          Choosing to thoroughly ignore their complaints, he tries to teleport once more.

          And – this time – he does so allllllllll the way to the end of the bar, the back of his skull hitting the wall with a loud thud.

          "You're going to hurt yourself!" his… human friend calls out.

          At least, teleporting seems to be clearing up his memory.

          Or, perhaps, it's the affectionate desperation in that same friend's voice.

          Because he doubts a stranger would show that much concern toward a drunken man.

          Sans hears whispering, then an angered huff from his friend. He looks in said direction and sees they're glaring at the bartender – a bunny he also has a vague familiarity of –  looking like they're ready to start a bar fight. Their body's suspended over the counter, and they're grabbing the monster's collar like they want to either punch them in the face or pull them out of the bar – likely both; and if not more than that.

          "He doesn't need to 'learn a lesson'," they state, teeth grit. "And I don't care if he's 'asking for it'. You're going to get him intoxicated!"

          And the moment the monster shrugs, Sans sees bright red in the human's eyes, then a punch heading at the former's face.

          So, again, he tries doing the next best thing: teleporting toward the human to halt the beginning of a fight, but…

          He winds up knocking them aside once more.

          "Are you serious?" they exclaim, frowning as soon as they recover from their shock and stand up from the already messy floor, a few broken knick-knacks and beer glasses strewn about. "Please, Sans, quit doing tha-"