*DISCONTINUED* Can you hear me? [Sans x Reader]

twenty four

WARNING! This chapter contains VIOLENCE and EXTREME LANGUAGE. This chapter is primarily a FIGHT SCENE and thus will contain stronger content than normal.

To those of you who want to avoid this kind of content, I've posted a chapter summary at the very bottom, under the authors note. Jump down there if you don't want the full chapter.  

And please, I implore you, keep the comment section RELATIVELY clean. I know this chapter is going to induce rage, and it's meant to be intense, but I'm asking you to keep the comments civil and keep the "yelling" to a minimum. Just... I don't know... start a discussion rather than a war? There's only so much character hate I can take before I start to get annoyed while reading through the comments.

ANYWAY on with the chapter! Remember, there will be violence, there will be strong language and please, keep the comment section uh... civil-ish.

Once the firework show finished just after midnight, the main part of the event was over. No longer needed, you and the others on the stage began filing off, Sans' hand still tangled in yours. Despite the crowd, he didn't seem to want to let go, and neither did you. A small smile was pinned to your face, a light blush covering your cheeks. Even though you were tired you were giddy and full of energy, and not because of the festivities.

You'd done it, you'd finally crossed the line with Sans. And, to make things even sweeter, he seemed to feel similar if not the same about you. You risked a glance at him, and saw him looking at with a dazed kind of smile. Almost like he couldn't believe this was real. You almost couldn't either, but you knew it was because of the way you felt like melting. No way that strong a feeling could be faked.

Somehow when exiting the stage the two of you ended up closer to the back of the pack, and thus when you got backstage the rest of the gang was already gathered together. They all looked excited and happy, Papyrus talking animatedly with Frisk, but paused to wave when he spotted the two of you. Though Papyrus didn't notice your obvious closeness, an unwanted thought entered your mind. What if Sans didn't want to be seen with you by others? Didn't want to go public? Even though nothing about Sans even came close to Bitchell, you couldn't help the old worries that nagged at the back of your mind where you shoved them. Chewing your bottom lip, you gently tried to extract your hand from his grip. Sans immediately took notice, and tightened his grip on your hand, refusing to let go.

"something wrong?" He asked quietly, only loud enough for you to hear over the excited din of the post-performance crowd. His brow was furrowed in that weird way of theirs, eyes a little concerned.

"You sure you want people to see us together?" You whispered back, nervously fidgeting with your scarf. Old habits died hard, and you were just too used to having to hide your romantic relationships. "So soon?"

Sans looked taken aback for a moment, but his worry was quickly replaced by an easy and lazy smile. "let them see. this has been a long time coming and i don't care who knows it."

And back to a puddle of putty you went. Feeling ridiculously warm and content, you couldn't keep the smile off your face as you finally made it to your friends. Quickly assimilating you into the group, you were surrounded by your friends who were quick to congratulate on a job well done.

"A GREAT PERFORMANCE (y/n)! I, THE GREAT PAPYRUS, HAVE LITTLE TO COMPLAIN ABOUT!" Papyrus happily declared, giving you a hearty smack on the back and nearly sending you toppling into Undyne. Luckily Sans was able to keep you steady and quickly reeled you back to his side. Mettaton, in true Mettaton fashion, noticed the action almost immediately. His eyes brightened and for a second you thought he might short circuit as lights danced in his eyes.