*DISCONTINUED* Can you hear me? [Sans x Reader]

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Because you chose not to go to bed, Alphys, well on her way to drunk hood, suddenly blurted out something that threatened to pull apart your entire Christmas. "S-so (y/n), you're still not wearing the ring?"

Everyone in the room froze, cutting their conversations off short. "What ring?" Asgore asked, looking at you curiously. Oh no. You thought, locking up. They wouldn't naturally assume it was an engagement ring right? Would they? You resisted the urge to grab the chain of your necklace, knowing that that might give it away.

"Alphys! Darling! Remember how we weren't supposed to talk about that?" Mettaton said with an edge to his voice.

"B-but isn't she eng—" Alphys tried to start, but Mettaton clapped his hands over her mouth with a small and nervous laugh.

"Would you shush?!" He laughed loudly, and you internally groaned. Welp, the cat was really out of the bag now, eh? You wondered how Alphys had found out, but figured Mettaton must have accidentally told her or something. It seemed unlikely though. Mettaton and Toriel were the least likely of those to give away secrets, and they were the only ones that knew. Well, other than Alphys and everyone else now. But how had she found out? That was the real question.

"wait, are you engaged?" Sans asked, the first to put together the rest of Alphy's sentence. He sat up a little straighter, pulling his legs off your lap in the process. Yes, you'd been sitting like that for the last few hours and no, you hadn't minded. Actually now you missed the pressure of his legs a little. But swamping that was the extreme anxiety that clamored inside you.

Everyone watched you expectantly, and you knew no amount of lying would get you out of this now. You sighed, pulled the ring out of you collar and off the chain, then slipped it on your finger. "Yeah, I am." No point in hiding it anymore. The room erupted. Questions were flung, accusations were made, and the atmosphere turned from natural to a flurry of excitement in an instant.

"I can't BELIEVE you didn't tell us! You punk!" Undyne yelled, giving you a harsh noogie. You yelped and fended off her hands while the others gathered around you.

"WAIT WHO ARE YOU GETTING MARRIED TO? DO WE KNOW THEM?" Papyrus asked loudly.

"Aren't you a bit young to be married?" Asgore pitched in, sounding muddled.

"Can I be the flower girl?" Frisk asked rapidly. "Can I please???"

"How long have you BEEN engaged?" Undyne now resorted to shaking you back and forth by the shoulders. You didn't even try to fight her off this time.

"I WOULD LIKE TO KNOW THAT TOO!" Papyrus exclaimed.

"Please calm down," Toriel tried to sooth, taking on both a calming and commanding tone at the same time. "I'm sure (y/n) will answer all of your questions, one at a time."

You didn't fail to notice how she emphasized will, and nodded your head in agreement. At this point, you almost felt like it was a relief to tell them about Mitchell, though you knew he wouldn't feel the same. The ring felt heavy on your finger, and you began twisting it over your skin absentmindedly. The others finally settled down, and ended up sitting in a semi-circle around you, waiting expectantly. "I guess I'll start with the easiest. My fiance's name is Mitchell, and we've been engaged for nearly two years."