Fairytale Complex - [Undertale | Sans x Reader]

Chapter Twenty Seven | LOVE

💁🏻‍♀️: CYBORG BOYFRIEND.

💁🏾‍♂️: cyborg ***skeleton*** boyfriend!!!

          Your friends have been trying to cheer you up for the past hour, but it isn't working.

          They've tried everything: phone calls, video calls, silly pictures, motivational messages, and texts weighing the pros and cons of the situation.

          But nothing can erase the fact that — twelve hours later — Sans is still in the void he told you about. 

          You don't blame Alphys, of course, since her passing out two hours after saving his soul from the same fate as his body should have been enough for you to get on your knees and worship her for all eternity, but…

          The longer you wait for the final process, the more you feel that Sans is nearing the end of his patience, and perhaps even his sanity.

          It's already the afternoon of the next day, and you haven't slept a wink. You've been keeping Sans company throughout, even with him insisting you should rest. You can't imagine resting if he's going to be left alone, so you've stayed awake this whole time, and you haven't dared to wake anyone up. They've all done so much, waking them for the sake of attempting to sleep feels… wrong. You've lost sleep for less meaningful things before, so this feels like an obligation.

          “DARLING,” Mettaton exclaims, slamming the door to your room open. “Get some rest, or I'll knock you out and force you to!”

          Behind Mettaton stands Alphys, who looks so bright and refreshed, you have to do a double take.

          Her eyebags have vanished, her shaky body has calmed, her eyes sparkle with hope, and she smells like the bodywash you remember telling her to use so she and Undyne could stay the night and use the inflatable mattress in the storage room.

          “D— Doctor's orders!” Alphys chimes in, smiling widely as she steps into your room alongside Mettaton. “You can rest in Frisk's room, while I'm done programming Sans's new body.”

          “Sans, honey,” Mettaton calls out, walking to your bed and knocking on the ribcage. “Still there?”

          “...yeah.”

          For a split second, you worry about how unsure Sans sounds, yet you promptly realize Alphys has spread a big bunch of papers and plans all across the bed, and he seems to have focused his attention on…

          “OH GOSH,” Alphys shrieks out, swiping a particularly suspicious paper off the bed. “That— That's a secret. For now!”

          She scrambles to hide it between all her other belongings next to the bed, though…

          Mettaton snatches it right out of her hands and gives it to you.

          “Read it, darling,” he says, holding back a grin. “You ought to know what… additions your boyfriend will come with, to avoid more surprises.”

          The very second you stare at the paper, you crumple it into a tight ball, and Alphys screams like you've torn her heart out.

          “No!” 

          She rushes to you, while you snap out of your thoughts and stand on your tiptoes, hopping whenever she tries to grab the paper.

          “Wait,” you shush, unfolding the ball back to its normal shape. “Let me just…”