*DISCONTINUED* Can you hear me? [Sans x Reader]

twenty

WOO YEAH! FINALLY! Chapter twenty. Here it is. I hope you all enjoy and all that jazz! I know this chapter is a little shorter then usual, but c'est la vie. After just shy of 2 months, I just wanted to get something out. Sorry it's been so very long. But as a full time university student who works on the side, I think my absence is justifiable, no? On that note, once again I don't know when the next chapter will come out. Hopefully before November, eh?

Enjoy!

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It took you a good five minutes to get though the events of the afternoon, and all through that time you were fighting back tears. Sans listened quietly through the whole thing, not adding in a word or cutting in with questions at all. It made it easier to get through everything quickly, but sometimes you needed to affirm he was still on the other end of the line. He always was; and you found that extremely comforting. By the time you finished re-accounting your story, you could hear the sirens of police cars in the distance.

"where exactly are you in the apartment?" Sans asked when you finished telling him that Chris had called the authorities, which was the end of your story.

"In the bedroom." You answered in a shaky voice, trying to wipe the tears from you eyes. More just filled them and spilled over though, so it was a futile effort.

"ok. be there in a second."

"Wait—" You started, but it was already too late. Sans had hung up the phone, and just a second later you heard Chris' startled yelp from the other room. You lowered the phone from your ear as quiet footsteps hurried down the hall, and just a second later Sans swung around the corner and stopped in the doorway. As soon as you saw him you started crying again, and without a word Sans made his way over to you, knelt down, and wrapped you in his arms. You grabbed onto his shirt like a lifeline, and he murmured soothingly to you. In all honestly you couldn't really grasp what he was saying, but you knew it was calming you down. You could feel your heartbeat slow, and you took comfort in his presence. No one had ever made you feel as safe as Sans did. And if you were completely honest, you were so glad he came.

"Hey you can't just barge in here!" Chris said, barging into the room in protective mode. He was using the tone he used for fans that were getting out of control. "Who are you? And how did you even get in here?"

"i didn't just barge in, (y/n) told me to come." Sans scoffed, defending himself. Pulling back from Sans a bit you wiped your eyes and cheeks to try to clear away the tears. It didn't really help though, as more just fell after the clean up job. Your makeup was probably a mess... all of Mettaton's hard work down the drain, so to speak.

"I did call him. Sorry if he startled you." You managed to get out between deep breaths and sniffles. You were still in the process of calming down, and because of that you were now shivering out of control. Huge tremors ran down your spine, but it wasn't from cold. It was a combination or nerves, stress, and a sudden collapse of emotions. Sans noticed your shivering, and immediately pulled his hoodie around your shoulders. Chris raised his eyebrows at the gesture, but didn't comment. You rubbed your cheeks again, then continued. "This is Sans, one of the monsters I told you about. He's the one that found me last night."

"Ah, the infamous Sans. Nice to put a face to the name." Chris nodded in greeting. You'd definitely talked about Sans before, as well as the other monsters in your group. Until now, Mettaton was the only monster Chris new in person, not just by stories. Sans nodded back in greeting, zipping his sweater up to your chin. He didn't mention anything about Chris knowing about him before actually meeting him, but you could see the amusement in his eyes. He knew you told Chris about him. You just hoped he didn't find out the length in which you spoke about the particular monster in question.