Underswap Sans X Reader

This Is Supposed To Be Fun

WARNING: In this chapter I will be addressing a really shitty childhood and death. Also there will be mentionings and detailed descriptions of child abuse and alcohol abuse entirely based off my own personal experience...

Sans put his gloves back on and looked at you mischievously. "My turn." He narrowed his eye sockets at you.

"First question, have you ever had your first kiss?" Sans was acting weird. "N-no." You are kind of self conscious about that and you ended up blushing.

Sans rose one of his eyebrows? "How come?" He was looking at you intently. "I-I uh, it's because I haven't found anyone who isn't mean or rude to me." You crossed your arms, thinking about all the assholes you've had to bear with your whole life has put you in a bad mood. "Oh... Stars, I don't think that's fair." He wasn't sure what to do with that information about your old life.

"I think we should move on, you don't seem too happy about that. Question two, what were your parents like?" Sans' eye lights changed into little star shapes. "My parents, huh? They were pieces of shit. My mother never had time for me and my father abused me. My mom always worked way to hard for no good reason. She had her job but she always did more than she was supposed to do, even though she had a set salary. She had a weak heart and died from heart failure while she was at work one day. My dad on the other hand, he used to drink a lot. He always had time for me. Though he never paid attention to me. He finally got a job when I was ten. My mom was still alive at this time. Daddy had anger issues and he used to beat me and mom when he got drunk, which was all the time. One day he had a stroke, I was about fifteen at the time, he died from it. My mom died when I was seventeen. Hmm, I see where I get it from." Reminds me uh, I mean you about bad things.

"I'm so sorry about that. But g-get what from who?" Sans is bothered. "I get my anger issues and my drinking habits from my dad and my ability to keep working almost forever from my mom." You feel bad about how much you act like your parents even though you almost hate them.

"Question three, you actually drink?" Sans is feeling sorry for you. "Yeah, all the time." You don't look at him. "Maybe you and me can go for one sometime." Sans shrugged.

...Wait...What?

"You drink!?" You were taken aback by this new fact. "Yeah, sometimes. Why, are you so surprised?" Sans rose both his eyebrow thingies. "I - you - but you're so - I thought - what about Papyrus?" You were stumbling over your own words. "No, he doesn't drink all that much. He can't hold his alcohol like I can. It takes two whole bottles of hard whiskey to actually get me intoxicated." He brags and puffs out his chest. You roll your eyes playfully.

"Question four, how much do you weigh?" Sans tilted his head to the side slightly. "Hmm, I don't really know." You furrowed your eyebrows, thinking. "Mweheheh! Take off your socks and shoes!" Sans' loud outburst of excitement scared you. "Shit." You sighed loudly. "Mweh!" Sans' already exaggerated smile got even bigger when you glared at him.

"Question five, what did you do with my brother really do at Muffet's Diner?" Sans narrowed his eye sockets at you.

* Sans didn't actually believe the lie Papyrus told him.

* Lie ❤        * Tell the truth

* You lied to Sans.

"Papyrus introduced me to a spider lady. I can't really remember her name though. It was something like Muffin or Buffet." You can't remember. "You mean Muffet?" Sans crossed his arms. "I think so?" Why was that phrased like a question?

"Question six, do you know how long you were unconscious in the forest?" Sans smile went from cute and sweet to scary. It gave you shivers and it didn't click. "No." It clicked. Take it back! "Take your pants off, now!" Sans facial expression went dark. You were scared and didn't move. "Hurry up!" Sans shouted and you flinched. Sans huffed and you yelped and covered your face with your arms when he moved slightly.