[Undertale] Sans X Reader - Repeat, Eternally

Chapter 69 ~ Sans and You

Grounded again. My bad. Anyways, for those of you who are excited for the inclusion of DanceTale in this fanfic...

It's begun.

Meanwhile, make sure to read all of the bracketed info. It's important.

You awoke beside Gaster, who was pretty much glued to you. Carefully, ever so carefully, you manage to exit the bed in a way that won't wake up the sleeping skeleton.

You manage to get to the door, but...

"If you continue the way you're going, everyone is going to die." Gaster said. He was sitting on the bed, criss cross apple sauce, his eyes with their white pupils that never seemed to have a blinking function.

You remain silent.

"For your sake, please don't. Please don't leave here." Gaster was begging. He was giving you a choice. He would let you leave; he wasn't going to hurt you any more. He never wanted to hurt you in the first place.

"As much as I'd like to stay with you, I can't. I have a life to live... a certain skeleton to not only apologize to, but make up with... and a certain human to visit." You walk out the door, facing the elevator. "But, Gaster... I will be back to visit. If what you say it true, then we'll find a way to stop it."

"I'll focus on finding out what's causing it." Gaster said. You knew you could count on him. He would come through for you.

You step into the elevator, and punch the first floor button.

-Time skip-

You sat at a table, facing Sans.

Papyrus had poured you both a bowl of spaghetti-o's and gave you the Spaghetti tea beverage.

He made just about anything into spaghetti...

Or was he made spaghetti into anything?

Papyrus left the house, claiming that Frisk needed his assistance in calming down a giant, raging snowman that Asriel had brought to life with magic.

"So... eh, what can I say...?" You could tell Sans still blamed himself.

"Don't say anything. Just listen."

Sans' eyesockets went dark.

[From now on, your comments and opinions will INFLUENCE how you react to people in certain chapters. Unfortunately, every ACTION you INFLUENCE will have a CONSEQUENCE.]

*Since you were so mean to Sans while he was trying to apologize and make up with you, he believes you truly despise him. He hasn't slept because he thinks you hate him.

*Sans waits anxiously for you to say something.

"I'm sorry." You murmur.

"...w-what?"

"I want to say I'm sorry for not accepting your apology sooner. I was being a real jerk, and in that nightmare I saw you die and I just.." You slammed your head down on the table, rather painfully. "That made me realize I shouldn't hold things like that against people. Anyone can die. At any time. Even because of an accident. Why should I spend my time hating the people I love, when they're all I have?"

[Just like how many actions have CONSEQUENCES, there are also POSITIVE OUTCOMES. For example, here, you learned much more about FORGIVENESS. There's gonna be like.... at least 150 more chapters. This is literally the beginning of Season 5. I'm gonna break it down into seasons for you right now- Season 1 - Coming Back, Season 2 - Sans and Penelope Season 3 - World Goes To Sh*t, Season 4 - Underfells, Redemption. There will be at least 10 more seasons with the way this is planned out. I hope that I don't dissapoint!]

*Sans did not expect this.
*He wonders if he should give you a bad time.
*He decides against it.

Sans stands from his seat and walks towards you. You almost jump out of your seat and despite the clear weight difference between you he catches you and plants a kiss straight on your lips.

"I never loved anyone other than you. I'm so, so happy that you don't hate me, babe." Sans winked. "Now, ya better prepare for a good time... cuz I'm gonna give ya one."

Your face turned bright red, and you struggled. However, his grip was iron. There was a blue glow in his eye, and a tongue slithered out of his mouth.

He dipped it in the spaghetti-o's.

"Just as expected. It's pretty lethal to humans, so we're goin' to Grillby's."

That was not what you expected to happen. At all.

And he knew this. That sly grin of his was the tell-all. He let you go, and sauntered out of the door, signaling for you to follow.

He loved to tease you, trick you, and all sorts of other nefarious mischief in an attempt to make you embarrassed.

And it worked.