Undertale Sans x Reader [LEMON]

Sans x Reader

You weren't exactly sure why but you knew you've been here before.

The snow crunched underneath your shoes in the dead silence of the winter covered path. It was... a horrible and oddly heavy feeling of Deja vu.

Like, it was as if in a way you've seen this path not only once before, but hundreds.

But that's crazy right? If it were hundreds then you would for sure know this place. You'd be able to name it. Point out every individual snow covered branch. But no.

You don't know this place.

You continued to walk, hugging yourself close trying to muster at least a little bit of warmth. It was hard though, since your clothes were thin as they were.

You watched small clouds of air flow from your nostrils as you huffed, already fed up with the chilly weather.

You already had to say goodbye to Toriel, which breaks your heart because you knew she only meant well.

But she really could have gave you a jacket or something before you left. Toriel warned you about monsters and Asgore and stuff but she couldn't warn you that ' Hey! By the way it's maybe about 10 degrees out there so here's a warm sweater!'

... You couldn't have that luck now could you?

Snap.

Your whipped your head around, looking back down the long path but... there was nothing. The feeling of uneasiness didn't faulted however, but you turned back to continue your track down the snowy path.

Still freezing your ass off though.

Soon you came to a small bridge with an awkward structure of a couple logs that looked like they were just sloppily nailed together somehow.

It was... eerie in some strange way but at the same time you felt a sudden surge of hope and a disgusting amount of happiness from looking at this simple structure.

It's as if you knew something was about to happen--

"Don't you know how to greet a new friend? Turn around and shake my hand."

Okay. Well, that scared you enough to make you jolt but at the same time-- a small tinge of surging emotions at hearing the familiarity of that voice. Have you... heard it before?

You turn slowly, and come face to face to a... well not really face to face since this skeleton was a good few inches shorter.

His hand was outstretched, and a wide grin plastered to his... skull? Yeah, skeleton. So it's a skull.

Removing one of the hands tucked underneath your arms for heat, you reach out and grab onto his hand.

You didn't fucking expect the sound of a loud fart to fill the air, and it was loud enough to echo between the trees surrounding you both.

The skeleton's grin seemed to increase in size as he chuckled, pulling his hand back and showing a reflating whoopee cushion literally taped to his boney hand.

Your hand stayed extended, gripping onto thin air as you watched in disbelief as this skeleton just explaining his little prank to you.

"... You--"

You knew him. But from where? You had a feeling that these jokes were going to be common with this one.

The skeleton removed the tape and crumpled it up, and stuffed it into the pocked of his blue jacket, along with the cushion and both his hands. His gaze was cast down to his feet, and he kicked a small rock out of the way with his pink slippered foot.