I Don't Dance, I Perform ~DanceTale!Sans x Reader

~Chapter 3~

You and the new monsters talked for hours, joking and passing advice to one another. Your mood changed swiftly, comforted by him even of you couldn't see him. He was just so open-minded, so willing to help. You sniffled and brushed your hair out of your face. Checking the phone you'd been given, you chuckled.

"Wow Sans, it's already 3:30." You joked. "Toriel's gonna kill me."

"Heh, so Toriel's her name. I knew it was her." He mused.

"She was who?" You asked.

He laughed again. "Maybe another time kid. But really, I have to be going now. Maybe I'll meet you some other time."

You smiled, though you knew he couldn't see it. "Yeah, let's do that."

"Until next time (Y/N)."

"Until next time." You concurred, standing.

Your joints popped as you stretched. The crunch of snow alerted you as Sans left and you sighed. It was nice to let out a lot of the stress and talk to someone. When things like this happened to you, you usually had to keep it bottled up. But this monster, Sans, was willing to listen without judging you. It made you happy.

You trudged upstairs and back to the room. The door creaked quietly as the door opened and you flinched, immediately moving your eyes to Frisk. He groaned and rolled in his sleep, but didn't wake. You released a sigh and closed the door more carefully than you opened it. Your steps were gentle and cautious, trying to avoid stepping on creaking floorboard. As you sat on the bed, drowsiness swept you and you yawned again.

Now that you had relaxed for the first time in days you realized how exhausted you were. You slipped the covers over your small frame and curled into a ball, cuddling the pillow. As darkness met your mind, you were left to a peaceful rest. Images of your past completely erased in your dreamless slumber.
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Small hands shook you awake and you groaned. "Five more minutes..." You muttered.

It was cliche, but at the moment the overused phrase held truth to your wishes. Just a little more peace. They shook you again and you opened one eye. "Yes Frisk." You pouted.

He snickered and stuck his tongue out at you. "Come on Sunshine, Toriel's making breakfast!"

You huffed. "Hey! Don't call me sunshine. I'm am the night. Demons respond to my beckon call. My armies could crush the souls of a thousand more and still go on. I'm am fear itself."

Frisk raised an unbelieving brow. "You were drooling with your mouth wide open and snoring louder than a whale."

You smiled. "Yeah. It's my sonic attack, duh."

Frisk snickered. "Well it didn't work! Some demon general you are."

You smirked. "Oh really?"

You snatched him up and tickled him, pinning him so he couldn't escape. Howling laughter boomed from vocals as your fingers danced at his sides. "MERCY!" He called. "MERCY!"

You laughed evilly. "There is no mercy in my army!" You hollered.

You continued to tickle him until he could no longer breath, his giggles reduced to airy gasps of air. You retracted your hands and smiled. "Not devious huh?"

Frisk put his hands up in defeat. "I give in! Please! No more tickling."

Still smiling, you shrugged. "For now..." You said ominously.

Frisk groaned and got off the bed. "Now can we go eat breakfast with Toriel?"

You snickered then nodded. "Fiiiiiiine. I guess we can go eat now."