I'll be here for you ~ Sans x Reader

I'm Sans, Sans the skeleton

It's been just under a year since the monsters crossed the barrier to reach the human world. Your world.
   You've always been intrigued by the monsters but you've never had the guts to speak to one. Instead you just observe them like David Attenborough with animals. After breaking up with your boyfriend, Dylan, you spend lots of your time in the park drawing and, of course, observing.
   One day you're laying down on a park bench, drawing, when someone says "Excuse me, miss, may I sit here?" He sounded kind of goofy. You look up into the face of a big boned skeleton. In shock, you fall off of the bench and bang your head on the ground. "Oh my Asgore! I'm sorry! I didn't mean to frighten you! Here, take my hand." You shyly take the skeleton's hand as he helps you onto your feet. His bony hands felt strangely like those of a human, soft and gentle. "Heh, thanks." You say timidly. "I was just a little surprised because I never normally see people around here so I just take up the whole bench..."
"Forgetaboutit! It's okay, I'm Sans by the way, Sans the skeleton." He holds out his hand then as you take it, you hear a fart noise. "Hehe the old whoopie cushion in the hand trick! It's always funny." He gives you a wide, goofy grin. You can't help but giggle uncontrollably. "Heh, didn't realise I was that funny."
"My name is ((y/n)) and it's a pleasure to meet you. I've always wanted to meet a monst- you don't mind being called that do you?"
"Mind? That's just what we are. You are a human, I am a monster."
"Okay, good, because up here we take the name "monster" as someone who is bad."
"Hm, welp, d'ya mind if I sit here?" He directed his arm towards the bench.
"Oh of course! Yes, sorry, yes..."
   Both of you sit down next to each other in an awkward silence for a moment. Sans picks up your sketchbook off of the floor. "Hey, is this yours?"
"Oh shoot, yeah that is mine. Thanks." You sheepishly take the book as all the pages fly out!
"Oh fudge! I knew I should've bought a new book!" You rapidly try to gather all the pages. Sans helps. You manage to collect all the pieces of paper, glad the weather wasn't windy. Sans hands you the ones he gathered. "I didn't mean to peek but your art is great!" You blush and you notice a slight shade of blue shows up on his face. "Oh, no worries. I'm glad you think so."
"I think you should buy a new book. You don't want to lose all of this work you've done." He said with an empathetic grin.
"Yeah, I've had this sketchbook for at least three years now... I've just been taping up the cover whenever it looks a bit battered. Guess I should've just got a brand new one. I'll put these pages in a folder or something." You sit down again and look at the lake in front of you, zoning out. From the corner of your eye you notice the skeleton staring at you. "So, um, I'd best get going. It's almost" you look at your watch "2 o'clock. There is a TV show on in a bit that I like to watch..." You were lying but you were feeling socially awkward and needed to get home. "Oh, okay." You felt like he knew you were lying. He paused as if to think for a moment then asked."Wanna meet up again sometime? Have you heard of Gryllbyz? It's this pub joint across the road and around the corner from here."
"Um, yeah, it rings a bell." No, it doesn't just ring a bell, you go there lots to observe the monsters. In fact, you're pretty much a regular but you don't order anything, you go to the farthest booth in the corner away from conversation. You can't see the bar from there but you see everywhere else. You don't recall seeing a skeleton though...
   "So, let's say tomorrow at twelve-ish?"
"Sure, see you then, Sans."
"See you then, ((y/n))." With that, you get up and walk off. You turn to look back but all of a sudden he isn't there...

((Thank you for reading this chapter!!!  I hope you liked it. I hope to continue the story once a week unless people want the other chapters sooner (tbh I don't think anyone will read this) But if you did read it, thank you, and until next time
-Jaz)