Too many Stories To Tell Sans X Reader X Papyrus

Chapter Eight Too many stories to tell

~ Your P.O.V ~

You nodded slowly and stepped back into your room shutting the door gently, sitting down on your bed falling backwards your head landed softly on a pillow Sans....why can't you just remember the first timeline.... (You see the first and original timeline was what we would call DanceTale....) Sitting up you stretched out and stood and locked the door "1...2...3" you mumbled and toke your readying stance a music hummed in your mind and you danced with skill twirling around the room as old times.

~ Papyrus P.O.V ~

I knocked on Sans door....nothing then a click sound came from (Y/N's) door She locked it... I turned my attention back to Sans door knocking once more it opened Sans was standing there now fully dressed his hoodie flipped up "Sans...are you alright?" I kneeled down to his level looking him in the sockets there were tear streaks down the side of his cheek bones "Nah bro....I'm not" Sans lundged forward and hugged me sobbing, Sans  whispered "(Y/N) hates me doesn't she" these words hurt me I don't know how or why "Sans....she doesn't hate you" I hugged him tighter

~ Sans P.O.V ~

I sobbed in Paps shoulder he whispers calming nothings to me eventually I stopped and pulled away from him wiping my sockets one last time "Th...thanks Paps.." his smile grew and grew "NO PROBLEM BROTHER!!! I, THE GREAT PAPYRUS WILL NOW GO MAKE THE BEST SPAGHETTI FOR YOUR ENJOYMENT!!!!!" Paps leaped over the railing landing down stairs, I looked at her door a faint humming of a song came from it "I feel like I know that tune" I walked closer to the door and put my skull against it listening closer it was a jazz mixed between hip hop...but it clashed with a tune of class something that a ballerina would dance to...I felt my foot start to tap and my soul started beating in time with the beat of the tune just then I heard a loud crash and a groan

~ Your P.O.V ~

You were humming and dancing to a song that you and well (Dance)Sans had made together it was a song for you and him and needed two people to dance it utterly forgetting that you proceeds to dance to the music ultimately failing, you hit the floor rolling on to your back you let out a groan of pain "ow" you slowly stood with a limp and sat on the bed rubbing your ankle "Kid? You ok in there?" there was a knock at the door and you heard Sans "I'm fine..." you got up limping and opened the door he waved shyly, bending down on one knee he inspected your red ankle "it's nothing I promise" he chuckled and placed his hand on your ankle, a cooling sensation coursed through your leg "Th...thanks Sans" he stood and looked you straight in the eyes "No problem...what were you uh...doing"

you chuckled and rubbed the back of your neck looking down "Just...an old hobbie that died awhile back..." Sans looked to the ground and shoved his hands in his pockets "Oh" you smiled awkwardly, suddenly an idea sparked in your mind, when walking back home after you saw the Café burn you spotted a dance studio "I...I gotta go!" you turned and slipped your (F/C) jacket on and some shoes "where ya going kid?" Sans looked skeptically at you "somewhere" you ran past him down the stairs and out it the house, running down your block you glanced at the time on your phone 3 p.m. "They should still be open" you turned the corner and slowed to a jog stopping in front of a small white building walking forward.

You noticed a small piece of paper on the door "Dance sessions 6 a.m to 12 p.m " you read it aloud thinking a moment you tapped on the door it was dim inside from what you could tell...a figure walked through the practice floor and came to the door opening it, it was a tall lady with ballet shoes legging and a practice uniform on everything she wore was a light gray and black "Hello Miss" her voice was soft and sweet "Hi...I would like...to enroll" her dim expression lit up "Of course!!" she clapped her hands and brought you inside, she flicked a switch and the whole area lit up "now of course there is a fee...and I assume you don't have a practice uniform? Or uh proper shoes" she pointed at you and you nodded sheepishly pulling your wallet out of your jacket pocket you smiled "how much?" she tapped her chin and counted on her fingers "just about 500 dollars if you want a full year of lessons plus uniform and shoes, your sessions will be every other day!" you nodded and pull out five, one hundred dollar bills and handed them to her "well alrighty! Follow me to the back and we'll find you a perfect uniform!"