The Book of One Hundred Truths|| Sans x Reader

Chapter 3

"I honestly don't know what you see in him." 

I pace around in Frisk's room as I rub my temples. Frisk flicks a page in their book. "You just have to get to know him, (Y/N)." They answer boredly. I can't blame them. For the past ten minutes, I've been bugging my cousin with the same question. 

"But how do I get to know him if all he does is just push me away!" I exclaim throwing my hands up and flop next to them on their bed. Frisk sighs, "Listen, I don't know what Sans has against you nor do I care. Just put it all behind you and start new!" 

"Not everyone has the power to reset everything with the tap of a button." 

Frisk throws their book on my face and lets out a patient sigh, "Sans can be hard to understand. It's not like his life was a cake walk." I pull down the book to where I was able to make eye contact with Frisk, "Oh, and mine wasn't either?" Frisk pouts, "You know what I mean!" 

I chuckle, "I'm just messing with you." They roll their eyes, their lip quivering with the strain of fighting off a smile. 

"Just give him time and by the end of the three weeks, you'll be friends!" 

Hm. Maybe. It will only work if he cooperates though. Frisk snickers, "Maybe you'll even love him." 

I throw their book at them followed by a pillow as they erupted into a fit of giggles and I storm out of the room. Love Sans? Hah! Not in a million years. 

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Truth #7: Frisk can make anyone feel better. They just have that charm. 

I tap my pen against my notebook, waiting for sleep to take over me, but it never came. Sans sat in his bed reading something that looks sci-fi. I told him to turn off the lamp but he only replied with a "nope" which is also the cause of me not getting any sleep. Do monsters need sleep? If not, then I'm going to be pulling several all-nighters if Sans never turns off that light. 

I look over at a little photograph leaning against my lamp. It was old and fraying at the edges and was falling apart due to the multiple creases created throughout its time in my wallet. It was of Aunt Rosita and I sitting on her porch, the widest of smiles plastered on our faces. I wasn't living with her at the time, I was still with my parents, but I visited often. Usually it was when my parents were both at work that I would ride my bike over to her house and stay there for a bit. It was a couple of miles from my parents house and each time I arrived at her house, my thighs would scream with burning pain. I liked it. 

Truth #8: Aunt is probably worried sick about me. 

Truth #9: Sometimes I worry about myself and my stability. 

I look over at Sans who naws at the end of one of his fingers, the glowing pin pricks in his eye sockets scanning over a page before moving onto the next one. 

Truth #10: I wonder how many people my age have killed someone. 

I frown at what I just wrote down. Wow. I look back up at Truth #9. Stars, that is the truth. 

Loud laughter and the sound of rushed footsteps echo across the house. Probably the twins and Asriel again. Asgore was probably watching tonight. Toriel and Asgore take turns each night on who would watch the children before putting them to sleep. Toriel would place them in the living room and play some civil games and then take them to bed to read a story. Asgore's way was slightly different. He lets the kids run wild so that they eventually tire out and crash. Toriel wasn't fond of this but Asgore stood up saying, "As long as the kids get to sleep right." Toriel never told him to stop again. 

Truth #11: I wouldn't have come to Ebbot City if I had known so many people were going to be here. 

I thought for a moment. 

Truth #12: Then again, I didn't want to stay home and I don't think I have enough courage to run away. 

I hear something rustle from across the room and see Sans looking at me.

"What were you just writing?"

"Nothing."

"You were clearly writing something"

"It's none of your business, Sans." For a guy who's too lazy to get off of the couch, he sure is persistent.

"Is it like a diary?"

"No."

"So what is it."

I sigh. My head was already hurting from earlier and this wasn't making it much better, "If I tell you, will you shut up."

He chuckles, "Sure."

I sit up and look at him. He was sitting up as well, his back against the wall and a book on his lap.

"It's a list. I'm suppose to write a hundred true things and supposedly find something fascinating when I complete it."

A pause. "Maybe it's not something that you're trying to find. Not here at least."

"Huh" I ask stupidly.

Sans closes his book, a phalange holding his place, and looks at me straight in the eyes.

"Maybe you're trying to find something," he points a boney finger at the place where my heart is, "in yourself."

I look at him, dumbstruck. I didn't even know Sans could ever come up with something so deep. He sees my reaction and chuckles deeply, "It's just a thought." But could it be true? Is that why my aunt gave me this book? Sans opens his book, glances over the page, closes it and puts it on his night stand, "You wanted the light off right?" He asks, looking at me. It's a while before I find my tongue again and I swallow, "Y-Yeah." He clicks off the light, the room going dark, only illuminated by the moon light shining through our window. 

I place the book on my bed and the room is filled with the sound of Sans and I rustling around in our beds, trying to find a comfortable position. I faced the wall and the sound died down. I quietly listen for the sound of Sans' breathing. It's normal; he's not asleep yet. 

I honestly don't know why I'm still shocked about what he said. Maybe it was his way of trying to be kind? He looked like he was making an effort at least. Maybe his brother and Frisk got to him. Hell, they got to me as well. The springs shriek on the other side of the room, causing me to jump and all is quiet again. 

"'Night (Y/N)." 

I'm sent into a state of shock again. Sans didn't even greet me properly when I arrived and now he's wishing me goodnight? I wasn't use to this. 

"Goodnight Sans." 

Truth #13: Maybe Sans isn't that bad.