[Undertale] Sans X Reader - Repeat, Eternally

Chapter 22 ~ Sans, of Having To Take Responsibility

You sat outside Sans' apartment. Of course, this would have been a perfect chance to talk.

If it wasn't for his fiancee, his father, and his brother. You were all sitting there, awkwardly silent.

"I want my key back." Sans said. He stared at Penelope.

"No...what?! You can't just jump this on me! I sold my house! We were planning on moving in together weeks before that!" 

"So rent out a hotel room or something." Sans sighed. "Honestly, I couldn't care much for what you do." Penelope bit her lip.

"Why are you three so centered around this...plain thing?!" She asked, pointing at you.

"It's rude to point." You stated.

"Why can't....why can't it be me caught up in the weird incestuous love triangle!? Why do you all have to love her, and not me?! Why can't I be the one entangled in sin, the one who needs Jesus?!" Her whining went on and on and on and oh GOD why wouldn't she just stop? You rolled your eyes.

"My, my. Is what she's saying true? Are we caught in a love triangle?" Gaster asked. You wanted to hit him. Badly. But that wouldn't be nice. 

"Look, kiddo. I only wanted you because you looked and acted and sounded like her." Sans stated, plainly. "Now that she's here, you dim in comparison. You should really change light-bulbs, because yours is flickering."

"You jerk!" Penelope stood up. "Why...I was prepared to give away my ability to have children to be with you!"

"Well then, you made a mistake. You're pretty bone-ly now, aren't you?"

Penelope screamed and pulled out some of her hair. 

"Upset I couldn't take you to the bone-zone?" 

Another scream.

"Before I deal with you, let me take a skelfie." 

Penelope turned to you, fire in her eyes. You simply shrugged, but couldn't help yourself. It slipped from your lips faster than Papyrus' jello was pounded into the ground.

"You definitely look like you have a bone to pick with me." 

Nobody could take it anymore. You had all put on straight faces for her sake, but the laughter was never-ending. And then, you thought up the most brilliant plan for getting back at Sans for his little parking lot facade. 

"So Sans, you need to take respunsibilites." He continued to laugh uncontrollably. "Like for example, allowing Penelope to live in your home until she isn't so bone-ly anymore." You got a glare, but it was a little softened. Wait, what are you saying?! It was worse than before!

"Wait. Wait. Wait. I got a good one. She's on the bone again, all alone again, on the bone again.."

"I'm being serious, Sans."

"No, I'm sure you're joking."

"I'm sure I'm not."

"Please, we both know you are."

"To be honest, I would tell you a chemistry joke here, but I probably wouldn't get a reaction."

Another fit of laughter, but this time from Gaster.

"Look, _____________, I'm no photographer, but I can picture us together, not Penelope and I, but you and me." Sans' face was dead serious. He obviously wasn't liking what you had to say, and was probably going to fight it with all his might.