Gaster Blaster Sans X Reader

Part 41

You don't notice that Sans's white pinprick pupils go away, leaving empty eye sockets or that he is blushing a deep shade of blue. You just lay your head on top of his large skull. Sans is too frightened to move, worried that you might let go of him. So you share the space, monster and human. Neither you nor Sans notice Alphys taking pictures of you while Papyrus paces franticly back and forth.

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It's been about a week since you were last at Alphys's lab. Alphys was finally able to find a new formula to bring Sans back to normal. Sans texted you yesterday if you wanted to go to Grillby's today. Of course you said yes.

You go over to Sans's place, wondering how you were going to get to the restaurant. When you searched the web for the location it seemed to be further than walking distance. You ask Sans how your two were going to get to Grillby's.

"I have a short cut" Sans says to you. He gently grabs your hand and you are teleported over to the restaurant.

Sans opens the door for you. You walk inside the building, the smell of fried food is overwhelming. Monsters and humans can be seen either eating or playing cards. You notice that there are more monsters than humans, but push the thought aside. Sans leads you over to a counter. A man-like fire bartender looks over at you and Sans as he cleans a glass. Sans sits down on one of the stools. You sit in the stool next to him and right on top of a whoopee cushion. You blush as the whoopee cushion makes a rippling fart noise.

"You should watch where you sit down; sometimes weirdos put whoopee cushions on the seats" Sans laughs.

"Weirdos like you" you say, poking Sans in the chest.

Sans hides a smile, "anyways, what would you like?" he asks you and hands over a menu.

You look it over and say "Burger/fries, please."

"Hey, Grillby, can we get a burger/fries for y/n, and I'll have some ketchup. Oh, and put it on my tab" Sans says to the bartender. "Oh yeah, here you go y/n," Sans fishes out something from in jacket pocket and hands you some quarters "see what you can find on the jukebox."

Sans tilts his head to a jukebox over to the right. In the corner of the restaurant you see the old thing. You smile at Sans as you slide off the stool and scoop the change into your hands. You tell him thank you before walking over to the machine. You flip through the songs, surprised when you find one of your favorite songs on there. Without a second thought you play it.

"Nice choice, kiddo" Sans says to you as you sit back on the stool (whoopee cushion removed).

Grillby comes back in with your burger/fries and a bottle of ketchup for Sans. "Thank you" you say. Grillby nods and goes back to cleaning a glass and keeps an eye on Sans.