"Don't Judge A Book By Its Cover" (Gaster!sans X OC)

06

-third person-

Sophie entered the room, looking tired.

She could hear a soft snoring coming off the skeleton.

Zanori soon got down the stairs and saw G too.

She walked towards him.

She slightly shook his shoulder.

He groaned and rolled to his side, still asleep.

"Wake up G, time for a check up" she hushed, shaking his shoulder more roughly this time, waking him up.

"What?" He growled, seemly tired and pissed.

Sophie looked gave him a surprised glance, not used to his angry tone.

"See? Even the guy where checking on isn't a morning person. We'll do this shit later." She said in a hopeful voice.

Zanori rolled her eyes, straits get her back and looking at me.

"we aren't leaving, besides, both of you owls are already awake. Just deal with it" she looks back at Sans and continues

"I need to check your wound..." it came out a bit of a question.

Sans mumbled a few swears under his breath.

Slightly winching when he moved.

She examined the pre-scar that was literally a line cut in the ribs.

she tries to reach for something beside her before her face had a flash of realization.

"Hey, uh. (Y/n)? I need to get some supplies for him" she turned around looking at Sophie straight in the eye

" Also, don't hurt him" she said, her voice more stern.

"You hungry?" She asked turning back to Sans, voice a little cheerful.

He hummed.

She raised a brow "I'll take that as a yes".

She was at the stairs when she turned around, looking unsure.

"Uh, do you need magic infused food?"

He gave an confused expression

"You know, like magic food? From the underground?"

"Oh, yeah. Can't eat anything else." He mumbled the last part; Scratching the back of his skull.

"Ok!-" She said walkin up stairs "- be back in a bit"

No one said a word after that.

The silence that hung in the air bothered both of them.

Sophie shifted uncomfortably, knowing that Sans is staring at her.

"It's rude to stare" she said.

He suddenly smirked.

"Aww~ you uncomfortable in a room with a small skeleton?" he cooed.

She rolled her eyes.

"Yes, when he's literally staring right at me. It's very uncomfortable " she said, annoyed.

"Alright, if you get me away from this chain. I'll stop staring" he pointed at his wrist, where the shackles was.

She slightly squinted her eyes, seeming to at least consider it.

"Why not?" She mumbled, loud enough for Sans to hear.

"wait... WAIT REALLY?!" He sounded genuinely astonished, eye sockets widening.