Northern Downpour (Underfell Sans x Reader)

Chapter Twenty

*Author~Chan screaming in the background*

I'M AN AWFUL PERSON I'M SORRY GUYS

Hello my Little Berries, I'm finally back with an update and I honestly have to excuse this time. I opened up my Wattpad for the first time in months and I had over a thousand plus notifications. Hopefully I can be a little better with updating.

I'm going to be participating in an A Capella camp this summer. It's in St. Louis and one of our songs is from Hamilton. So I'm pretty hyped about that!

Anyways...

*Author~Chan continues screaming*

Also thank you guys for over 100K reads!!!!

-CarryOnWaywardPie

Your POV

"(y/n)! turn that gay shit off! it's giving me a headache!" Sans called from downstairs. You narrowed your eyes at your computer screen, and just to piss him off you turned your music up louder. You bit back a smile when you heard heavy footsteps coming closer.

Sans barged into your room and before he could say anything you stood up and burst into song.

"When you love somebody
You put your pants on for them
When you love somebody
You take a chance just for them
Chance just for them!
If the road gets muddy
Focus on the goal 'till the rough stuff's gone
When you love somebody
You put your pants on!"

Sans used his magic to turn it off before you could go any further. You only pouted in response. "What? You didn't like my song? Well how about this one?" You say, turning around and playing a different song.

"We'd swim naked in the sea
And then he'd try and...WHOA! Turn it off!
Like a light switch

There it's gone

My hetero side just won!

I'm all better now

Boys should be with girls

That's heavenly father's plan

So if you ever feel

You'd rather be with a man

Turn it off!"

(Don't worry guys, I'm still very gay -Author~Chan)

"just... stop all of this right now. it's not healthy. for you or for me. and you're not going to like what pappy would do if he were home and heard that. so, just for both of our sakes keep it down low sweetheart." Sans says, narrowing his eye sockets.

You stuck your tongue out at him and he suddenly disappears, then reappears next to you. He licks your cheek and disappears again. You let out a surprised noise and your wings puff up. Your face turns a bright red and you hide in your shirt for a few minutes.

Sans' laughter could be heard from down the hall. "you were asking for it doll face!" He shouts.

Your phone makes a noise, reminding you that Dylan was coming over in about an hour. You dug through your closet and pulled out an obnoxious colored tye dyed shirt. It was pink and yellow and the front said, 'My shirt is brighter than your future'. You then took out some (Leggings/Shorts/Jeans) and changed as fast as you could.

You did whatever you could with your hair and brushed your fingers through your wings, calming the feathers a little. Somehow you'd managed to get paint in them, so you made a mental note to shower later.

When you were dressed, you head downstairs to find that Dylan was already here. He was talking to a very uninterested looking Sans in the kitchen.

Toby met you at the bottom of the stairs, begging you to pick him up. You lift him up and he nuzzles into the crook of your neck.

"(Y/n)! Hey!" Dylan exclaims when he sees you. "Hey, you're early." You say, walking over. "Oh yeah, sorry about that. I was just too excited to hang out." He blushes. You give sort of a half laugh in response.

"you must live a boring life." Sans says suddenly. "Sans, be nice." You narrow your eyes at him. He waggles his 'eyebrows' at you and you give him a smack to the arm in return.

"Well I suppose we should order some food now. Are you ok with pizza Dylan?" You ask, already taking out your phone. "Yeah, sounds great."

Halfway through eating pizza is when things started going wrong. Evidently, that's when Papyrus came home so that might have had something to do with things.

He walks into the kitchen, plucks the pizza out of your hands and starts eating. "Bitch." You mutter, grabbing a new piece. Jokes on him though. You already licked that piece.

"Whoa. You're pretty tall." Dylan comments. "YEAH WELL YOU'RE PRETTY TINY FOR A GUY YOUR AGE. OH, AND YOU'RE SHORT TOO." Papyrus laughs at his own joke and holds his hand out to Sans for a high five.

You give the Font brothers a harsh glare. "You can compare dick sizes later. NOT! At the damn table! This is the only time we actually hang out together and it shall not be tainted with dick jokes!" You scold, flicking the brothers with the tips of your wings.

Sans was struggling to hold back his laughter, and Papyrus rolls his eyes and attempts to leave. "Papyrus, sit your ass down." You say through gritted teeth. "YOU CAN'T TELL ME WH-" "Zip!" You cut him off. "WHA-" "ZZZZZZZIIIIIIIIIIPPPPPPP!" You narrow your eyes at him and he goes to sit down.

By now the brothers knew better than to get on your bad side. One time Papyrus insulted your cooking, so you retaliated by letting Toby eat his shoes. He never made any comments about your cooking ever again.

At the end of dinner, you walked Dylan out to his car.

"I, really do have to apologize for those two back there. They usually don't act like that around new people. They really are no better than moody toddlers with a rather colorful vocabulary." You trail off at the end a bit.

"It's fine, really. Don't worry about it. Maybe next time we could go somewhere where two people aren't trying to actively kill me." Dylan say, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Excuse me?" You ask. "You... Really didn't notice? Oh well one of them kept on hitting me on the back of the head with something. I'm not quite sure what it was or how they did it, but it sure did hurt like hell."

You think for a second. "...That might have been Sans. And he was hitting you with a bone. I thought something like that would happen, but he's gotten pretty good at doing shit like that when I'm not looking."

Dylan waves it off, claiming that it was fine and it didn't hurt anymore. You assured him that you would talk to Sans about it.

When you part ways, you head inside quickly. Sans was nowhere to be seen, and Papyrus points upstairs before you ask.

You stand at the bottom of the steps and shout, "Oh my god Sans! You better hide all of your fucking shoes because you are in so much trouble!" You shout as you stomp up the stairs. You hear faint screaming coming from Sans' room. Good. He's scared. Let's just keep it that way.