(Sans x Reader) When Two Souls Meet

Bleeding Heart

Your Perspective

You're wrapped in Sans' arms, crying uncontrollably into his shirt. No matter how hard you try, you just can't seem to stop. This is unimaginably embarrassing for you, but at the same time... you don't want to pull away from him. He emanates a strangely comforting warmth, and you find yourself practically melting into his arms.

"Hey... it's gonna be okay," he murmurs. "You're not alone anymore. Me, Paps, Toriel, Alphys... we're your new family."

Your heart thunders in your chest as he starts to run his skeletal fingers through your hair, and you find yourself sighing into his chest. You'd forgotten how good that feels.

"It's all gonna be—"

***

Your eyes shoot open, and you stare up at the ceiling of you and Frisk's bedroom. You blink in shock, and then groan quietly as you turn over and shove your face into your pillow. You aren't very happy with whatever it is that woke you up—it's o'dark-hundred, and your dream had just been getting good.

You watch the glowing numbers of your alarm clock change as time moves inexorably onwards, each minute chasing after the other. The monotony of it relaxes you, and you allow your mind to start to wander. Of course, it decides it wants to return to that incident in the woods. Your face burns slightly as you remember the feeling of Sans' arms wrapped around you, the sound of his voice as he tried to help you calm down...

You sigh, hugging your pillow close to you. You've never told anyone the whole story before. You'd always been terrified of what they would think... how they would act towards you. If it's one thing you can't stand, it's pity. You'd gotten a lot of that after Justin's murder. Before you moved, everyone looked at you as if you were some kind of sick puppy, and had walked on eggshells whenever you were around—as if saying the wrong thing would make you crumble away into nothingness.

But Sans isn't like that. He doesn't treat you like you're made of glass, like those other people did. If anything, those few minutes in the woods has made him even more comfortable around you. It's been a few days since it happened, and every time you visit the Skele-Bros' place (which just so happens to be nearly every day), he's always there, ready and willing to veg-out on the couch with you.

Your yawn quietly, and your eyelids start to grow heavy. Before you can fall asleep completely, though, an unhappy sigh emanates from the other side of the room. You groan as you roll over, fixating your little sister with a questioning look.

"Frisk?" you ask tiredly. She's sitting up on her bed, staring blankly into midair. At the sound of your voice, though, she looks up, a troubled look on her face. "...Is something wrong?"

"...Did I wake you up?" she asks. You can barely make out her signs in the light of her own alarm clock.

"No. Well... maybe," you say honestly.

"...Sorry," she signs, looking dejectedly down at the floor.

"It's okay," you mutter. "Is something wrong? You normally sleep like a rock."

She hesitates for a moment, and then looks away.

"I think I lost something," she signs.

"Lost something?" you ask, struggling to sit up. "What is it? I'll help you look."

"No, that's okay," she signs. "It's nothing important. And even if it was, you wouldn't be able to find it. Go back to sleep."

"Frisk, if you're up at two am, it's obviously important—"