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

fourteen

After everyone found out about your engagement, things returned to a relative sense of normality. No one treated you any different, though you sometimes caught one of them staring at the ring you now wore at all times (unless you went out somewhere.) Mettaton eventually revealed to you that Alphys had seen some of his recorded memories during a system update a few weeks back. He'd sworn her to secrecy, but something she got a little loose lipped when she got a little tipsy. The only one who acted really different was Sans. You noticed the most changes in him, starting with him calling you by your name, not kitten. You didn't like the change, but you didn't say anything about it. Another thing you noticed but didn't mention; when you sat on the couch, Sans no longer threw his legs haphazardly over yours. He just shifted and sat like a normal person. Weird, right? Every time something like this happened you felt uncomfortable and you kind of wanted to cry, but you held it in like the good performer you were. Besides that, nothing else was all that different.

After an exciting Christmas eve, involving lots of eggnog (which Frisk had none of), karaoke consisting only of Christmas songs, and general festive spirit, everyone went to bed early on Papyrus' insistence. He wanted to give Santa lots of time to deliver the presents. His words, not yours. A few hours after everyone went to bed, you, and Mettaton got up to place the extra presents around the tree. Everyone chipped in a little extra to get gifts from "Santa." It was mostly for Frisk and Papyrus' benefits, but you and Mettaton had gone out and gotten a little something more for everyone else too. Just so they weren't left out, you know?

At six am sharp, Papyrus' excited yelling could be heard throughout the house as he thundered down the stairs to the tree. He only got louder when he found what Santa had left. At his insistent yelling, Frisk sprung out of bed and nearly jumped on you before running out the bedroom door. She was so excited, apparently, that she didn't bother to apologize or make sure you were up as well. After rubbing your eyes and checking the time, you yawned and pulled a comfy sweatshirt over your head. When you pulled you head through the neck hole, you spotted a groggy Sans leaning in the doorway to your room, rubbing the sleep from one of his eyes.

"Morning," you greeted with a sleepy smile, pulling your arms through the sweatshirt and pulling it down.

"mornin'" he yawned back. He was wearing loose navy blue sweatpants, a white t-shirt and his usual pink slippers. He looked sleepy and adorable, as was usual when he just woke up.

"HURRY UP SANS YOU'RE SO SLOW!" Papyrus yelled from downstairs, making you giggle.

"He seems excited." You noted, heaving yourself out of your warm bed and heading for the door.

"don't think he's been this excited since he met you." Sans nodded, moving from the doorway and heading down the stairs with you in tow.

"SANS!" Papyrus called insistently.

"Shut up would you!" Undyne yelled, bursting out of the door leading to her and Alphys' room. "We get it! There are presents!" She was most definitely not a morning person.

"Let all calm down a little, ok?" Mettaton added, coming out of his room in a bright pink tanktop and black sweatpants. It looked like, in the spirit of Christmas, no one was bothering to get dressed before coming downstairs. Undyne wore a black tanktop that was looser than her usual one, and a pair of red shorts. Alphys shuffled out after her wearing a long, floral patterned nightgown. Everyone headed downstairs, and you couldn't help but smile when you saw Papyrus and Frisk already sorting out whose gift was who's.

You settled in your usual spot with Sans and Mettaton on either side of you, while Undyne and Alphys sat on the floor, leaning against the wall near the TV. Toriel and Asgore soon joined you placing Flowey on a chair they pulled over, and Papyrus started passing out everyone's gifts. He was practically vibrating with excitement, and you bit your lip to stop yourself from smiling with amusement. You shot Sans a look, to which he shrugged. You ended up with a hefty pile of gifts yourself, numbering eight in total. Everyone ended up with relatively the same amount, while Papyrus and Frisk got two extra.