Just Plain Old Lazy! (Bara!SansxReader) {LEMON}

Story: Sixteen

"Maybe, you'll think of me..."

Sans smiled as he woke up. M was singing again.

"When you are on your own..."

He stood and walked into the kitchen, where she was. As always in the mornings, she was wearing a faded, pink sweater and neon green underwear.

"Hey babe." He said gently.

M smiled at him. "Heyah bone head." She winked. "Did you sleep well?"

He shook his head. "You know I never do."

"It's good to hope, right?"

"It is if you have it."

~

Sans cursed profusely, snarling at whatever was on his legs.
Metta walked over, hips swaying, and you noted just how girly he was. Gay robots, what was next, talking flowers?

"Oh dear, are those blue strings?"

Sans looked up, frowning. "What the crap is this?" He pulled at the stuff.

Metta chuckled. "I'll take that as a yes. It was left behind by the last Tennent. He was wierd." Metta reached under the couch and pulled out a chainsaw. "Here, let me just-" He cranked it up.

"WOAH WOAH METTA PUT IT DOWN HOLY COW!" Sans yelped, pushing himself back.

Metta turned it off and did. "What I was only trying to help. Hair dryers evaporate the stuff."

You giggled, and Sans just looked at him like he was crazy."Metta, that was a freakin' CHAINSAW."

Metta frowned. "Must be from my old cooking show. Heheh, oops." He nudged it under the couch.

You kneeled down and untangled Sans' legs. "This stuff kinda hurts." You mumbled. One of them cut your finger, only slightly, but enough to bleed.

You helped Sans up, and he smiled. "Thanks." He grabbed your hand and looked at it closely. You noticed he turned his head slightly when he did it.

"Sans can you see out of your right eye?" You asked. It didn't have an eye light, and he never used it to express, like his other one.

He shrugged. "Not really. It's been like this for awhile. Remember, back when I first moved in, you asked about it." He frowned at the cut. "I'll fix this, hold on."

You laughed. "It's small, you don't have to. Besides, you'll never find bandaids in this mess-"

Sans closed his hands over yours, and for a minute, you thought you saw a dull, green glow in his right eye. Warmth flooded through your hand, then he smiled and let go.
You looked at it, and the cut was gone. There was only a slight discoloration.

"Oh my." You said quietly.

Metta cleared his throat. "I have a feeling something really dramatic happened and I missed it. Did you guys kiss?"

You blushed, but Sans just laughed. "No, she just helped me out." He didn't mention the cut, and you immidiantly became curious.

"Alrighty, well you guys get outta here." He playfully punched your shoulder and missed. "Er, oops."

~

You pranced through your room, picking up dirty clothes and miscellaneous objects here and there.

Why were you so happy? Because it was an entire week with no work. This would be heaven.
And.
More time with Sans and Frisk and Tori and-

The doorbell rang.

"COMING!" You yelled and ran down the stairs. You threw the door open and said,"hel-" You looked down. "-lo?"

The girl standing their looked up at you. "Um..." She was scratched up, and bruised. "Hi." She said quietly.

You lifted a brow. "Can I help you?"

The girl shuffled her feet. "I think... do any monsters live here?"

You nodded slowly.

"Oh, well, does Sans live here?" She whispered.

You looked her over. She looked a lot like... like Frisk. Exactly like Frisk, actually. She had on this Blue shirt, with two pink stripes, and Blue shorts. There was just an air that made her look nothing like Frisk at the same time.
She could've been any age between 15 and 20. She really could've been either. She had a little bag on her back, and a small scar on her cheek.

"Sans? Yeah, he does. He's not here right now though." You said. "I could tell him you were here, if you could give me a phone number or something-"

"Can I wait here?" The girl asked.

You frowned at her. "Like on the porch? Well, you can come inside, and I'll get you something to eat-"

"Thank you ma'am." She said with a little bow.

You held open the door and she shuffled in, dragging her feet. You closed the door. "Um, there's the kitchen right there, you can chill for awhile and we can talk."

"Yes ma'am." She said and followed you.

You made her a glass of water, and she downed it quickly. You leaned against the counter. "What's your name, kiddo?"

She paused. "Er.... (Y/n)."

You felt uneasy. "That's funny. It's also my name." Had you met her before? She seemed familiar.... well, she did look like Frisk, but you couldn't help feeling Nostalgic for some reason....

"Oh. That's cool."

You nodded. "So, how do you know Sans."

She shrugged a little. "I don't actually know him. I think. I might know him, but I'm not sure."

You frowned. "Okaaaay..."

The door opened, and Sans yelled," I'M HOME (Y/N)!"

You perked up. "Oh, there he is now. Uh, in here!" You yelled back.

He swept in, holding some groceries, and said,"I know we've been running low, so I took it upon myself to go and-" He froze when he saw the girl.

She stared at him in shock. You looked between them. "Uh...."

"Wait, your Sans?" She asked. "Jesus, what happened to you?"

He just stared, and the bags slipped from his hands. "Oh..." He whispered.

You cleared your throat. "Sans."

He jerked out of his daze and took a shivering breath. "Holy shit, (Y/n), I thought I'd never see you again." He put a hand on the counter to steady himself.

She looked surprised again. "You know me?"

He nodded. "You died thirteen years ago."

He lifted his hand, and his soul appeared. The girl looked at it, shocked, and whispered," oh my God that's my soul."