Transformers/Undertale Oneshots 😏😏 (Requests OPEN)

Sans x Reader

The AI chats are fun to use to come up with ideas lol. Anyways, enjoy!

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The crisp, icy air nipped at your skin as you trudged through the thick blanket of snow that stretched endlessly before you. Snowdin is such a quiet, peaceful village hidden away in the heart of the Underground. It was barely visible through the swirling flurries. The bare and skeletal trees were dusted with snow, their branches creaking in the chill wind. The soft, distant hum of the village echoed. You hummed a small tune as the snow crunched beneath your feet.

The town was usually buzzing with the warmth of friendly faces, the glow of lanterns, and the smell of pine wafting the air. But tonight, the air was eerily silent. No footsteps, chatter, or even the barking from the dog army who liked to spend their free time playing in the snow.

Your hands were stuffed deep into your pockets as you tried to keep any warmth you had in your hands in there. A smile was planted on your face as the redness of your cheeks complimented your eyes, making them pop in this icy weather. You were on the hunt, for something to do.

Most of your time was going towards being an older sibling to Asriel, teaching him the way of life in the underground and how to control his raging emotions that were kept locked in a bottle while being a soulless flower. Your efforts paid off as he was more of a kid now and not some scared and traumatized creature that he was before.

You exhaled sharply, the air around you thickening with a cloud of fog as if the cold itself was breathing with you. Your bright eyes on the hunt for a certain someone to drown your boredom with. It was such a quiet day, but you didn't know why. The snow was all fluffy and the air was quite nice even though it was cold. It was the perfect day to be doing something. That or you were just tired of being in the ruins so long by yourself.

As you were stuck in your thoughts, the sound of snoring interrupted you. Your head popped up as your smile grew. "There you are." You said to yourself as you pulled your hood down.

You trudged through the deep, powdery snow, each step sinking into the frosty layers, your legs growing heavier with every movement. The cold seeped into your bones, and quiet exhaustion began to settle in as you finally reached the concession stand where your friend sat, waiting.

Once you got to the stand, you landed on it with your hands as you took a second to catch your breath, yet a smile stayed on your face. The moment you set off on the paved path, it begins to get hard to walk through the snow. Maybe you need to come out and walk through it more often to get your stamina up. You shook away the thought and glanced at the skeleton.

The stand was hastily put together, constructed from whatever wood was lying around. You couldn't help but notice that every time you came by, there was something new being sold, always a surprise. There, sprawled out on the counter, was your friend, his arm tucked under his head as soft snores escaped his mouth. He always seemed to be asleep during work hours, but you understood why. Ever since Frisk's resets, back when you were still adjusting to life in the Underground, it had taken a toll on him.

One day, it felt like you were trapped in an endless nightmare. Waking up to the same day, over and over again, while the world around you remained blissfully unaware of your torment. It was maddening, that was until you met Sans. You tried to explain your situation to him, not knowing what to expect. To your surprise, he didn't just listen,

He understood.

He spoke to you with a calmness that both unsettled and comforted you, unraveling the truth in a way you never thought possible. He spoke of resets, cycles, and a dark presence named Chara, a name that sent a chill down your spine. But as time passed, something strange began to happen. Sans, the ever-guarded and chill skeleton, started opening up to you, sharing his own nightmares and fears.