(Sans x Reader) When Two Souls Meet

Water-falling in Love With You (Part 1: Conflicting Emotions)

Your Perspective

"Pick one," Alphys says. She holds a can of popsicle sticks out to Sans, and watches him expectantly as he stares down at it.

"...Why?" he asks.

He's clearly suspicious. So are you, actually—this whole setup reeks of mischief. If the fact that you're drawing straws isn't enough to convince you, your friends' expressions definitely are. They're all staring at Sans with undisguised anticipation, and no one else so much as asks for an explanation... almost as if they already know what's going on.

"J-Just do it," Alphys says, holding the can a little bit closer to him.

"Shouldn't you at least tell us what the game is, first?" you ask.

"O-oh..." Alphys says, glancing over at you. "I g-guess I'm getting ahead of myself, huh? O-oops."

She laughs awkwardly, twirling one of the popsicle sticks between her fingers.

"Fr-Frisk, you're the one that came up with it," she says, directing the question to Frisk. "Do you want to e-explain it?"

Frisk bounces up and down excitedly, and gives Alphys a bright thumbs-up. She doesn't so much as pick up her whiteboard (confirming the fact that everyone else already knows what's going on, as only you and Sans can understand sign language), and turns to you with a radiant smile.

"We're playing 'Ultimate hide-and-seek,'" she signs. "Or, as I like to call it... the SSS Game."

...Ultimate hide and seek? you ask yourself. SSS? I'm lost.

"It's basically the same as regular hide-and-seek," Frisk continues, "but there are two seekers instead of one."

"That's it?" you ask. "I don't see what's so 'ultimate' about it."

Frisk's smile somehow manages to grow wider at your comment.

"Well, there's something else, too," she signs coyly, "but you have to choose a popsicle stick before I tell you what it is."

That's a red flag. Your sister rarely withholds information from you, so if she's doing it for something as benign as a game of hide-and-seek... you figure that's a good enough reason to put your guard up. You narrow your eyes, but beyond that, don't do anything about your nagging suspicion. It's your sister's birthday—you can't bring yourself to say no to her, no matter how fishy the game smells.

"Fine," you sigh, beckoning Alphys over. "I guess I'll go first."

Alphys hurries over to you with barely contained excitement, practically shoving the tin into your face.

"If you get a b-blue dot, that means you're one of the two people that are seeking," she clarifies.

"Okay..."

You reach into the tin, and, lo and behold, the popsicle stick you choose has a blue dot on it. Somehow, the fact doesn't really surprise you. Nor anyone else, for that matter—there wasn't any 'oohs' or any other exclamations of surprise... just knowing smiles. Well, with the exception of Alphys. She squeals in excitement, but quickly covers it up by clearing her throat. She gives you an awkward smile and nervously adjusts her glasses, before going back over to Sans.

"Y-your turn," she says, once again shoving the tin at him.

"I'm not sure about this," he says, his perpetual smile growing tight at the edges.