(Sans x Reader) When Two Souls Meet

The Great Spaghetti Man

Your Perspective

"So... where exactly are we going, again?" you ask your sister.

After a hurried breakfast with Toriel, she'd insisted on bringing you down into your adoptive mother's basement. The both of you are now standing in front of a towering doorway, which is, rather predictably, made of purple stone.

"To see Dunkle and Spaghetti Man," she signs.

If anything, her explanation just makes you more confused. You're not even sure you read her message correctly—she made the first nickname with a mashup of the signs 'dunk' (as in basketball) and 'uncle,' and you're not entirely sure you even want to know what a spaghetti man is.

"'Dunkle and Spaghetti Man?'" you echo uncertainly. Frisk beams at you. Apparently, you understood her nicknames correctly. "...Okay then. What are their real names?"

"S-a-n-s and P-a-p-y-r-u-s," she signs.

Why does everyone down here have such weird names?

"And... uh... what are they?" you ask. You feel it'd be best to prepare yourself now, so you don't embarrass yourself by screaming when you meet this 'spaghetti man.' ...Whatever that is.

"You'll see."

With a smile that makes you even more uneasy, Frisk turns and starts furiously pushing at the door. It must be heavy, because it barely moves an inch.

"Here, allow me," says a familiarly soft voice. Toriel enters the room and, after Frisk bounces out of the way, easily pushes the door open.

"Thank you," Frisk signs. You translate for her.

"You are very welcome, my child," Toriel says. "Be good, alright? And be sure to get home before nightfall."

As much as night can fall when you're underground, you add to yourself.

Frisk smiles up at Toriel and nods vigorously, before rushing out through the doors with enough energy for the both of you.

"That child always seems to be running somewhere," Toriel sighs. "Maybe that is what keeps her from getting cold out there."

Cold...?

"Anyway, you two take care of yourselves," she says. "And should you need to contact me, Frisk has my number on her phone."

"Her phone?" you ask. "How did she get a phone?"

"Oh, I gave it to her. It is dangerous for a child to travel without one, is it not?"

So much for Frisk's birthday present.

Before you can feel too guilty about your obvious shortcomings as a big sister, Frisk runs back into the room and pulls insistently at your arm.

"Alright, alright, I'm coming," you say, gently ruffling her hair. "See you later, Toriel."

"Goodbye my children. Have fun!" she calls.

***

You're having a hard time comprehending the world outside the ruins. Your footsteps crunch in what appears to be freshly fallen snow, and the densely packed forest to your left works to deafen all other sounds, giving this snowy world an air of tranquility. However, seeing as snow can't fall without a sky, and trees need sunlight to grow, neither thing has any place underground. But, seeing as you'd been living on top of an entire civilization of monsters your whole live without even knowing such things existed... you try not to question the logic of this place too much.