The Book of One Hundred Truths|| Sans x Reader

Chapter 4

I woke to the sound of laughter and thumping of feet on the title floors. The front door opened and closed multiple times before the house fell into silence. I took this as my chance to get up. The door to the bathroom opened and Sans walked out. We made eye contact before he brought his hand up towards his skull and gives me a two fingered salute, "Mornin'"

"Morning Sans." I say. I said it once and I'll say it again. I'm. Not. Use. To this. We make our beds in silence cause if we don't, Toriel will have our asses. When I lean over the bed to pull my blanket over the mattress, my leg hits my nightstand which shakes and causes the notebook to fall off. I reach for the lamp so that it doesn't fall and look at the notebook. It flipped to a blank page, thankfully. When I squat down to pick it up, I notice Sans looking over his shoulder, his white pinpricks glued onto the notebook. He's curious that's for sure.

I pick up the notebook and throw it into my suitcase, which has not been emptied out yet. I sigh and lean against the side of my bed. It's only been the first day but I feel exhausted. Maybe the plane rides and me running around have finally caught up to me. Sans leaves the room without another word. My attention drifts back to my notebook. Maybe I should hid it somewhere else. It kinda stuck out of my suitcase and I couldn't hide it under my pillow because Señor Curiosity will take it otherwise. The dresser was a no-no since that would be the first place to suspect it. 

I finally decided on placing it between the wall and bed. The box spring remained on the floor so I was able to move around the mattress on top. I pulled it away from the wall and placed my notebook so it leaned against my wall then pushed the mattress against it. I look over and see it slightly poking out from the nook but I cover it with my blankets, concealing my notebook. 

Man, am I smart or what.

I make my way down the stairs and into the kitchen to calm the hunger pains in my stomach. They only grow as the scent of freshly opened milk and sweet cereal waft into my nostrils. Walking in, Sans was pouring himself some Fruity Pebbles and an enormous amount of milk, almost to the point were the flakes were buried beneath the it. 

"Uh, you want some cereal with your milk?" I point out. Sans only chuckles as he sets the carton down. "Guess you want some huh." He asks, motioning to the milk. I nod as he hands me the box of Fruity Pebbles. My intentions were the opposite as I pour out the cereal almost to the rim of the bowl and add a little bit of milk. Sans eyes me curiously and I just shrug. 

We bring our bowls to the living room and Sans flicks on the TV. It was already on a movie that Papyrus or Frisk left in the DVD player. It was one of Mettaton's. Sans and I didn't feel like "fighting the force of gravity" as Sans put it, to change the input, so we just sat there eating our Fruity Pebbles while watching Mettaton cry dramatically over a "dead" monster's body. 

The silence was comfortable between us. Just the sound of Mettaton's cries, the crunch of the flakes, and the occasionally comment was all that was needed. I kinda enjoyed this new Sans, even though he was still and asshole when I first arrived. Hey, at least we were both trying. 

I finish my cereal and try to scrape the excess flakes off of the side of the bowl and I hear Sans slurping his milk. He puts the bowl down, letting out a satisfied sigh. I couldnt help but snicker. Sans looks at me, bone-brow raised. I cover my mouth to stifle my laughs as I get up to go get a napkin. When I come back, he still has the most confused look on his face and I burst out laughing. 

"H-Hold on.." I say, still laughing. I pull out my phone, take a picture, and hand the phone to Sans. When he sees it, he just glares at me, "Really, (Y/N)?" I nod and try to calm myself down. Sans sits there with s huge milk mustache and some Fruity Pebbles dotting his mouth and cheekbones. He looked like a little kid who just dunked his face into the bowl. I lean up, still giggling and wipe his mouth with the napkin. His pinpricks dialate as I begin to pick of the tiny flakes. Once they're all gone, I crumple up the napkin and throw it in my empty bowl. When I look up at Sans, the lights in his eyes are dim and tiny dots along with the blue hue growing on his cheekbones. I'm confused for a moment before it finally hits me. 

I literally just wiped Sans mouth. Like a mother to a child. Or did he take it in a seductive way. Stars, I hope it wasnt the latter. I shrink back to my spot next to him, my hand accidentally brushing his which causes the blood to rush to my cheeks. "Sh-Shit. Sorry I-I didn't..." I trail off.

"I-It's fine..." Sans mumbles.  Remember when I said that the silence between us was comfortable and enjoyable. Yeah well, I fucked that up. And it's gone. All that's left between us is awkward and uncomfortable silence. 

"I, uh, have to do homework." I say. A lie. Definitely not my first one. The truth. I dash off to our room, shut the door and flop onto my made bed. I scream into the pillow and kick my legs. Great, just when Sans and I were getting along and were actually comfortable with each other, I had to fuck shit up by letting my self penetrate his personal bubble and touch his face. 

Truth #14: I'm socially awkward and I can make any situation uncomfortable.

But wait..

Why do I care? Sans was the asshole to me when I first met him so why should I care what he thianks of me? I lift my head off the pillow. Maybe I've taken a liking to him. Not in that way. I've just appreciated him a little more. And should because I'm literally sleeping 5 feet away from  him. I just realized one more  true thing.

Truth #15:  I've never been in love before.

I'm not in love with Sans. Just me pointing it out made me realize that I've never loved anyone. Not romantically at least. I know, it's sad. I'm 19 and I still hvaen't had my first kiss, much less it be stolen from me. I don't mind though. I mean, of course want to date someone but I can wait a little longer. I decide to pull out a book to distract me. My aunt recommended it. I barely open to the first page when there's a light knock on the door. 

I turn and Sans stands in the door way, his relaxed fist raised at the door.

"Thought you had homework." he says.

"I finished it already." I lie easily. I'm starting to get a little worried since lies just roll off of my tongue, no thought to it. 

Truth #16: Maybe I should stop lying so often.

Sans raises a brow skeptically, "That must've been some easy homework."

"It was." I nod. He sighs, not believing me but walks to his bed and grabs his jacket. "I'm going out for a bit. Gotta get Tori and Paps something to cook tonight." 

That raises a question, "Where is everyone by the way?" 

"Paps and Mettaton are downtown helping out with kids who need a little extra help in the Arts i.e. Cooking and dancing. The Dreemurs are milling around town. Tori's probably spoiling them. And Undyne and Alphys are who knows where doing who knows what." He finishes, pretending to gag. I laugh. 

"You, uh, wanna come with me? To the store I mean." Sans asks, not meeting my gaze. Stars, he was trying really hard. Why though?

"No thanks. I just want some time to myself." The truth. Huh, that wasnt so bad. I should tell the truth more often. But not all of it...

Sans nods and walks out of the room, giving me a small wave, "Don't burn down the house or you're gonna have a bad time." 

I chuckle, "No promises!" I call after him. The front door opens and closes and the house is silent for the second time that day. But it's just me. I pull out my notebook from my secret-handy-dandy-hiding-spot. I click my pen and open the book, writing down my truths along with a new one:

Truth #17: My parents are dead. 

Well, it wasnt really a truth. It was more like a fact. But how they died was the truth. Around the time of their deaths was when I think I started to lie. It all began with a secret.

Truth #18: I used to think secrets were kind of fun. But that was before I started lying to my family, after the storm.

This secret that I have weighs down on my shoulders and heart. I hate lying to my families, especially about things like this, but I can't slip up. 

The secret is about how they actually died. And how I was the one who caused it.