AU Undertale One-Shots 2

Dancetale! Sans x Slightly Flirty! Rival! Reader

A/N: I couldn't pick between these two pics soooo ya X3  

It was fifteen minutes before you had to complete with a monster dance team. You heard the leaders name was Sans, he did hip hop just like you. You were planning on having a little fun today. 

The crowd cheered as both teams stood on stage. You saw the leader of the other group, knowing it was Sans. The leader stands in front of the group. You didn't realize he would be a skeleton though. 

"ARE YOU READY FOR THE ULTIMATE DANCE OOOOOOOOFF!?" The announcer yells. The crowd screams and the music begins. The group goes first, then the leaders. 

The group does different styles so your jazz member went first against a human looking robot, then your Latino/tango member against another skeleton. This continued until it was the leaders turn. 

"IT IS NOW THE FINAL SHOWDOWN! (INSERT COOL NICKNAME) VS (INSERT COOL NICKNAME FOR SANS)! THINGS ARE ABOUT TO GET SPICY!" The announcer yells. 

The music began and you both stepped out onto the dance floor. You went first. You moved your hips to one side and twisted your legs, spinning around. You ran your hand through your hair looking at Sans. 

Move after move, with occasional winks towards Sans way just to get him flustered and to throw him off. Now it was his turn. It seems he caught on to your little flirting game. 

Sans snapped his hips from left to right then flipped. He then, looking at you, dragged his hand down his chest. This took you by suprise...but it was hot. (Oh no he's hot! ...get the reference?) 

It was soon your turn again. Your dancing becoming more aggressive. Sans suddenly joined. "Oh what do we have here fokes?" The announcer asks, smirking. 

Both your your dancing became aggressive and slightly flirty. When the song ended you both were standing two inches from each other, face to face. The crowd went wild and you both backed up. "THE WINNER IS. . . .IT'S A TIE!" The announcer says. 

You went to go change, the rest of the girl part of your crew fallowing. "Man you guys were intense!" One says. "Ya you both were like animals on the dance floor! You sure you don't know him?" Another asks. 

"No, I don't but he's kinda cute." You say. "More like hot!" Another says. After changing, you went out into the lobby to grab a snack. When you do, you notice Sans was their on his phone. 

He looks up and sees you. "Hey." He says. "Hey." You reply grabbing a (fav/snack). "You dance really good...for a girl." He smirks playfully. "You dance pretty well to...for a skeleton." You say. 

The both of you start laughing. Once it dies down you speak up. "Here," You wright your number down on a ripped piece of paper from the snack table, "it's my number. You seem like a pretty cool dude." You say. 

"Thanks, here's mine." He says giving you his number. "(Y/n)! Come on! Quite flirting with the competitor! Save that for the dance floor!" You gang calls playfully. "Coming!" You say. "Bye Sansy~." You wink and walk off. 

Turns out the next competition was with the same group. Your team and his won championships together but as rivals. Competition after competition. You and Sans talked after or texted each other. 

You both became best friends to. The world became obsessed with the two teams. Both teams became popular and attended talk shows, world competitions and more. Everytime was a tie.

The industry of dance decided that one dance, held in California, would be the final one to see who was the best team. By now, you and Sans had become girlfriend and boyfriend. 

Tonights battle was intense. Everyone was on their A game. Music blared, shoes squeaked, and sweat beaded down everyones face. You and Sans had the final round. 

In this round you both danced at the same time. The dance floor on the stage was huge to. The audience roared as you and Sans danced. Both of you were doing flirty moves as well. 

It was nearing towards the end of the song. You both had the same idea for an ending move. The last beats of the song played and suddenly, you both pulled each other in and kissed each other passionately. 

The crowd went crazy and the judges gave shocked expression. The host of the show went on stage to ask you about it. You both had admitted to being boyfriend and girlfriend. 

However, the judges had to pick one team. All of the world was voting to. "And the winner is. . . .(Sans team name)!" The host says. Your happy for them but a little disappointed. You felt like you let your team down. 

You got done showering, changing, and drying your hair in the fancy locker room. Your team mates said you did good and that they weren't dissapointed, they were happy they even made it this far. 

You still didn't feel to good about loosing. You leaned against the wall in the lobby, reading tweets and instagrams from fans everywhere. Some were outraged and other ok with it. 

"Hey, there's my favorite girl." Sans greets, a lazy smile on his face as he walks over to you. "Hey." You greet back in a tired voice, turning your phone off and putting your hands in your pockets. 

"You ok?" He asks in a soft tone. You look down. "I don't know, I just feel like I let my team down." You say. He looks at you sadly. "I..I mean I'm happy you won, very happy, but...I feel like I could've done better." You say.

This is what that girl from (y/n)'s team was talking about. "Hey, no, you did great. You looked amazing. That's not just commin' from me cuz I'm your boyfriend. I mean it." Sans says grabbing your hand gently.

"Who cares what the world thinks. You were amazing and you will always be." Sans finishes. You look up at him with happy tears in your eyes. You and Sans hug each other close.

You both stay like that for a good two minutes. Once you both let go, both your teams are dressed and ready to go. "How about we go grab something to eat at your favorite restaurant? My treat." Sans offers.

You nod happily. You and Sans hold hands as you both and your groups head over to your favorite restaurant. The night was filled with laughter and compliments for each other. You couldn't be any happier.