Fairytale Complex - [Undertale | Sans x Reader]

Chapter Twenty Eight | FEAR

          He shouldn't be alive right now.

          That alone is a frightening thought.

          Upon settling down at the Surface, Sans had heard stories of humans surviving through unbelievable circumstances and getting to tell that tale.

          It was strange when compared to how monsters worked. Because — no matter how much a monster may try to — they'll simply turn to dust the second their time is up. Still being here after what he went through feels off, and like the miracle he's experienced and all the efforts Alphys put in to create this phenomenon will eventually come to bite at him when he least expects it.

          And if any monster was to experience this miracle, Sans expected it to be anyone but himself. Not that he wished ill on anyone, but he figured there are plenty of other monsters far more deserving of a second chance than him. He did not think he would have ever become one of those people. Because, if he'd given up a long time ago… What made him worthy of a second chance?

          Surely, there were many other people in the world who deserved it more.

          So…

          Why did he have to be one of them?

          Why did he not simply… cease to exist?

          Why did he have to go through all this, just to worry it won't last?

          “Sans?” a familiar, patient, and gentle voice calls out to him, and he's beginning to grow tired of it.

          Not because he dislikes them or anything of the sort.

          But because Sans doesn't feel deserving of what he's receiving.

          “What's wrong?” his human partner asks, as if they've already learned that asking ‘Are you okay?’ will result in an easy lie — a quick escape from confronting a difficult situation. “You've been… kind of down the whole week.”

          They sit down on the edge of the bed, and it takes Sans a moment to realize he's spaced out.

          The last thing he recalls before going into this thinking and overthinking cycle was… 

          Waking up at three in the morning after a bad dream — a nightmare, dare he say — and seeing his partner still asleep next to him, and then deciding it was time to worry about everything again, a perhaps questionable custom of his ever since Alphys programmed and gifted him his new body.

          Seven days have passed, and he's still worrying like it's the very first one.

          It's like he's taking one step forward and two steps back, whenever he wakes up the next day worrying about the same things over and over and over and—

          “Alphys said you might need time to get used to your new life, but…” They scoot closer to him, blinking away their sorrowful haze and rubbing off the drowsiness from their eyes with the back of their hand. “I still worry, y’know?” They cover up a yawn with that same hand, a few tears escaping their eyes. “You've been waking up early, even though we're meant to relax for a couple of more days before Frisk and I completely move in with you here, and then…” They sigh and stare at their feet, a hint of wistfulness slipping into their dewy gaze. “You also fall asleep pretty late, and while I know it probably has to do with the fact that you don't grow as tired as you used to, since you don't have an organic, or uh… magical body anymore…”