The Book of One Hundred Truths|| Sans x Reader

Chapter 9

Sans immediately goes straight to bed after dinner. He doesn't even talk to me, just gives me a small wave and pulled the covers over his head. I don't like seeing him like this. It's really painful. He doesn't deserve this kind of treatment. I swallow and push the covers off. Getting off the bed as quietly as possible was impossible. The springs practically screamed when my weight was lifted off however, Sans doesn't move. 

I slowly tip toe across the room and stop right beside his bed when I hear something so soft and quiet, I have to lean down to hear it. 

Sobbing. 

Sans was crying. 

I bite my lip and shake my head. This is too much. I just want him to be happy again. I want him to feel like there is nothing bad happening in the world right now. I lift his blanket up and  slide into the bed next to him. He tenses up when I wrap my arms around him. I wriggle a little closer and bury my face into his upper back. The tembling subsides and I think that he's stopped crying. 

"Please don't be sad." I say, gently, "I know it hurts, but you have to remain strong. For Toriel. For Papyrus," I pause, "for...me." I finish quietly. Sans turns his head to look at me, blue stains running down his cheek bones. I take the corner of the blanket and reach up, wiping his face. When I'm sure he's dry, I let the blanket fall and he shifts himself so that he's facing me. 

Now, I'm starting to regret my decision. Stars, I hope the room is dark enough so that he doesn't see my blush. Sans lets out a sigh and pulls me close to him, our foreheads touching. I close my eyes and hope that he can't feel the heat radiating off of my cheeks much less the pounding of my soul. He runs his fingers though my hair as if he was trying to calm me down.

Heh, even when I try to console him, he still needs to have some sense of  control. I sigh and close my eyes. 

"Buttercup, you don't need to worry about me." He says. I pull back slightly and look at him straight into his eye sockets. "Sans, you were freaking sobbing yourself to sleep. And you didn't talk to anyone." I tell him. A light blush appears onto his cheekbones and he adverts his gaze. 

"Sans." I say, bringing my hand up and tilting his head towards me. He looks at me, a look of sadness in his eyes, "Sans. I think I have every right to be worried." His gaze moves downward, to the side and then back at me. 

"Why?" He asks, "Why are you trying to help me. I was an ass to you." I giggle softly and grab his hand, "Yeah, you were a total ass. But I think, even the worse person can change if they just try hard enough." 

Something flashes in Sans' eyes and he grips my hand. Hard. I look up at him only to be met with blank sockets. I let out a whimper and he blinks, the lights back as he quickly lets go of my hand. "S-Sorry.." He grows quiet and refuses to make eye contact with me. I take his hand again and he finally looks at me. 

"Sans, what's wrong?" 

He gulps. Again, I stopped question magic a long time ago. His sockets close as he breathes out slowly. 

"I'm sure you already know with the whole, " he lifts his hand, making a swirling motion. The riots. I nod and he continues, "And now with this whole selling-the-house theory is stuck in my head and I just-" his voice cracks and he clears it, "I just can't shake this feeling." I nod again as he shakes his head, trying to clear his mind. 

I lift my hand up and touch his cheek bone, "Sans, I know it's hard but, we can work through this. I promise you, everything will be okay."

I wonder if that's a lie.

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Truth #52: I want to go investigate this S15

I tap my pencil softly against the new page in my notebook. I'm currently in the bathroom, on the floor as I try to think of some more truths and about the whole situation. I tried not to let it bother me for Sans' sake, but it was constantly in the back of my mind, gnawing at my thoughts when I'm awake and whispering at me when I sleep. 

I sigh softly, putting the notebook down. What will happen? What has happened? What caused this situation to spiral so out of control that it caused other monsters, and now apparently Toriel, to sell their houses and leave? It wasn't right. No one should be forced to move out of their houses, no matter who they are. 

A sharp knock sends me back to reality.

"Hey, you almost done? What's taking so long?"

I was about to answer Sans by telling him about the notebook, but then I realized that he doesn't know that it was in here. And he hasn't asked about it in a while and I would like to keep it that way. 

"Um...smoking?"

There was silence followed by a very confused hum. I snicker quietly, realizing what I had just said. 

"Well, I don't smell anything." Sans says. 

"What if I put a towel under the door?" 

There was a shuffle of fabric and skeletal fingers appeared under the door, feeling around for nothing. They disappeared and he knocked again.

"There was no towel."

I shrugged then realized that he can't see me, "Well, you don't have a nose so.."

Sans sighed and I got up, tossing the notebook back into it's hiding place and opened the door. Sans stood there, his hands in his short pockets since he wasn't wearing his jacket which I assumed was in the washer. 

He looks behind me into the bathroom and glances down at me, "So where are the cigarettes?t" I turn and wriggle myself past him, "Did I mention that it was an e-cigarette?" 

Sans follows me as I make my way to the middle of the room, pulling on my shoes. It was already evening, the orange sunlight filling the room casting long shadows from Sans and I. He shoves his feet into his shoes and pulls out a spare jacket which I don't understand why he needs it cause it's practically 98 degrees out. Maybe he plans on staying later and it always  got colder as night approached. 

Or maybe he was a being made of bones that most likely don't have the ability to feel temperature. But, every time I hug him or get close, I could feel the gentle heat radiating off of him.

It was odd, but I didn't ask. 

Without another word, we headed off to the boardwalk on the scooter and pretty soon, we're walking to the area. Something was a little different. And as if to confirm my suspicions, something brushes against my hand. Once. Twice. Thrice. I finally look down and see that it's Sans' hand. My face heats up as I realize that only his left hand was in his pocket as the other was swaying as he walked. Was he implying something? We hadn't really talked about last night in fear that we might hurt each other but, was it so much so that he was wishing for physical contact from me?

I take a small breath in before hesitantly reaching over and grabbing his hand. Sans freezes, obviously surprised that I would even do this. It's awkward for a while, our hands not quite fitting together and our fingers tangled. Then Sans' works up the courage and stops, tugging me with him. He lets go of my hand only to grasp it once again, this time to fit them together. He intertwines out fingers where they were suppose to go and I couldn't help but smile. 

Sans smiles too and we continue to the boardwalk.

Look, I actually did something

yay. 

Also, sweet fluff for your soul even though it's horribly written.

God help me

Kudos to you!

~esb8