Shotgun Fanfic : 'Make it stop' Edition

SansXReader(undertale fanfic)

I asked some advice from Slenderfluid...

"Jfc... I'm gonna hate this so much...." *cringe*

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[ Sans x reader ]

It was another usual day at the underground, to be specific-- another pun-tastic day at Snowdin.

Papyrus was giving his brother another lecture about self discipline, on how Sans needs to stop being lazy and actually do his job right.

To which, of course, Sans replies back in a form of a pun....

"For the last time, Sans. COULD YOU PLEASE STOP IT WITH YOUR PUNS!! IT'S NOT EVEN PUNNY ANYMORE!!" Papyrus scolded. After realizing what he had just said, Sans broke into a fit of laughter; this only made the taller skeleton grumble in frustration and embarrassment.

"Gee, bro. I didn't know you had it in you. That was actually really Punny !!" Sans commented back, continuing to chuckle at his brother.

"Stop patronizing me,Brother...." Papyrus huffs, and continues "...I'm gonna go check back on the puzzles, make sure they're working properly. I'll be back soon, call me If a human finally comes by."

Papyrus then waved as he left. Leaving Sans in  his tiny little shack they call a 'post'. Sans slid back and relaxed on his chair, marveling the white powder of Snowdin. With dull and sleepy eyes, he began to chuckle. A simple thought came across his mind.

'I wonder what it would be today?'

He thought of the outcome of today's events...

Will they live a peaceful life?

Will someone die today?

Or will they all end up littering the underground, with their ashes?

He couldn't careless, one out of three possible endings-- two of them are bad, only one was good. What were the chances of getting the good life: low, very low...

Another day knowing it would all just reset, even if he worked so hard to fix everything....

Everything would start all over again, all because of a mere child.

"Mercy or Genocide, it was all yours to decide...."

Sans muttered, huffing out a thick cloud of air.

"Well... Time to get to work!" Sans chimed, standing up from his seat and walked through the ankle high snow.

He hid behind a tree and waited. He stared at the huge door, waiting for your arrival. Not too long until the door creaked open and your head popped out from the sides.

You scanned the area, growing weary of the place. You shivered as the north wind blew from your direction, causing you to rub your shoulders and your teeth chatter.

You began to walk through the snow, scanning your back once in a while; you began to feel nervous, an itchy feeling that someone was watching you.

Sans did nothing but to watch you from a safe distance. He waited for the right time, waiting for the right moment to greet you.

He stepped on a branch, making it snap, making his presence known to you. Not long until he finally got behind you.

He was about to repeat those same lines he told you from before-- until you cut him off....

"I was wondering when you'd  show up..."

This only made the skeleton flinch, this was new for him; he never seen you do this before, he always thought you were linear like the rest of them.