The 6th Soul | Sans x Reader

C H A P T E R_8

"Wait how do ya know about timelines? Sure, you listened to the conversation between me and Undyne, but how?"

"Well I had this dream. And this time not a bad dream, but a good one I guess."

"Describe the dream." He leaned forward and letting his arms rest on the table and stared into your eyes.

You blushed. "Well.. Uh how do I describe this. We were laying hand in hand and uh.. You sobbed into my jacket and told me about timelines I think."

"Well, that was a fragment of a timeline you got there."

"So you mean we were an actual couple? How many timelines are there? Am I different in other timelines? It all makes sense now-"

"Wow, don't go rambling all over kid.  There are many, many timelines. And yes, you are different in other timelines. In some timelines you don't even exist here, I'm sure you exist somewhere but you don't fall into the underground there."

You stared into his eye sockets. What was happening really? First, I was a killer for money, my sister got taken away, I fell into a cave which is the underground. I stayed at Toriel's house for a while. I met Sans where I ended up telling my life story to and then-

"Your thoughts are really all over the place aren't they? I guess some things just never change." He smiled.

"Well sorry, I just discovered there are more things behind this world than stones." You replied grinning.

"Welp gotta drink on that. You want a beer?"

"It's ten am." you replied.

"As if time bothers you." He said grinning.

"Ironically enough, I wanted to tell you a pun about time to you while I was making spaghetti yesterday. I guess I didn't have the thyme." You said and snorted. "Okay that was shitty."

"So want a drink?"

"Sorry but alcohol is not in my vodkabulairy." You winked and Sans snorted again. "Nah, just kidding.  Fuck it and our sad lives. Let's have alcohol!" 

Grillby passed by and overheard our conversation. "So two beers for the two of you? I know Sans is eighteen but how old are you (Y/N)? It's against the rules to sell alcohol to the underage."

"I am uh.. eighteen." You tried to sound convincing.

Grillby simply nodded and walked to the bar to get the drinks.

"I can't believe that really worked." You laughed.

"You know, on your face is the expression of the girl who is really excited for drinking underage. Gee kid, what a badass you are." Sans said in a sarcastic tone.

Grillby walked to you with a plate. On it were two beers. He put the glasses on the table and left. The two of you took your glasses and toasted.

"To our shitty lives!" You said and drunk.

"Wait, how do you know my life is shitty even though I haven't told you anything about it?" He said between drinking.

"The look in your eye. Even though you're smiling, it doesn't mean anything. I know that all too much." You said, taking another sip.

You really did know it. The taste of beer reminded you of the cold cellar where you were kept in as a kid. Only drinking could stop your dark thoughts. It would get better they said. Everyone said, while you were just sitting there, drunk. Hoping to die from intoxication.

"And your mind keeps wandering off again." Sans smiled at you. He showed his empty glass to you and ordered another one. "I'll put it on my tab."

You took your last sip and also ordered one beer. "Maybe it could be good to have actual money to pay your tab."

"I tried to get a job, but I always ended up falling asleep."

"Maybe you should try to set up your own business." You said while Grillby brought another two beers at your table.

"Maybe I should. I was thinking about a food stand in the waterfalls and Hotland."

"Two stands?"

"Haven't you ever seen a man with two jobs?" He said and drunk half of the glass.

"Touche." You goofily smiled and drunk too.

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"So then Pap said, 'SANS YOU LAZYBONES THIS IS THE THIRD TIME THIS WEEK'. And that's the story how I got my pet rock." Sans said drunkenly.

So Sans had drunk five beers and gotten drunk, while you only had two and decided to watch over him. Sans had a blue blush on his face and was drooling on the table. Grillby only shook his head in disapprove.

"Great story man, so what about I get you home?" You said and stood up.

"But I wanna stay with you babe." He said goofily and rapped his bony fingers around your waist.

"I will carry you if I have to."

"Are you hitting on me?" He said with a flustered blush on his face.

"That's it you're drunk. We're going home." You said as you were grabbing his hand and pulled it over your shoulder and grabbed his waist to support him.

"I just love it when you grab it right there~." He giggled.

You could hear laughter from Grillby in distance. You laughed too.

"What? Where are you laughing 'bout babe~?"

"Okay that's it. See you later Grillby!" You said and walked out of the bar with Sans.

[Bonezone, Underground | 1 PM ]

You entered the house, immediately noticing the smell of fresh made spaghetti and the happy tune playing on the radio. You walked to the stairs and saw Sans had fallen asleep on your shoulder. Determined to climb the stairs, you pulled him up with you and let out an exhausted sigh.

"NEH? IS SANS SLEEPING? WHERE WERE YOU?"

"Just at Grillbys don't worry. I'm going to put him into bed now." You smiled at Papyrus and went into the second room.

You noticed a worn mattress laying on the ground with sheets bundled up in a weird creasy ball and an uncovered pillow. There was also a treadmill, which you expected that it wasn't used often. You lay Sans down on the mattress and tried to uncover the ball of sheets.

"(Y/N) can you come a lil closer?" Sans suddenly said with a creaky voice.

You sat on your knees when he embraced you in a hug. You awkwardly pet him on his back but he didn't let go. Instead, he dragged you onto the mattress and fell asleep.

"Welp. I guess I'm not going anywhere soon." You spoke to yourself and appreciated his warmth.