Dancing on my Own {Sans x Reader} Dancetale

~15~

Sans POV

I woke up when someone knocked on the door. I was slightly pissed. It was so late. Why would anyone be here at this time? I opened the door and saw that last person I thought to see.

"(Y/n)? What are you doing here?" I asked in shock.

"She's dead...Sans she's dead." she said bursting into tears. I pulled her inside and sat her on the couch. She grabbed my sweater and cried. I wrapped my arms around her and waited for her to stop.

I waited until she calmed down enough to ask.

"(Y/n)..what's wrong?" I asked. She looked at me. Tears streaming down her face.

"(R/n)....She was killed." she said wiping her tears. My jaw dropped in shock.

"(R/n)...is dead." I said. She nodded. I pulled her back in and felt her bury her face in my sweater. I held her tighter as she sobbed again.

After (Y/n) finally calmed down I got her some tea. She sat there and sipped her tea silently. I sat across from her.

"I'm sorry." she said in a whisper.

"For what?"

"For disturbing you. Its late. I just needed someone I could trust." she said setting the cup down.

"Its fine...why didn't you go by one of your other friends." I said. She coughed awkwardly.

"I don't know...I just thought.." she drifted off. I shook my head and realized how rude I had been.

"I'm sorry." I said. She shook her head.

"It's fine." she said. She stood up and headed to the door.

"Where are you going?" I asked.

"Home."

Your POV

I stood up and headed to the door. I don't think Sans wanted me there anymore.

"Where are you going?" he asked.

"Home." I said turning back to him.

"Why?" he asked standing up.

"Well I just thought you didn't want me here." I said shyly.

"Why would you think that? You don't have to go home tonight if you don't want. You can stay here." he said. I decided that being anywhere that wasn't at my house was better. I nodded.

"Thank you." I said as I walked back to the couch. I laid down and curled into a small ball. I ignored him and fell into a dreamless sleep.

When I woke up it was still bright outside. I shifted to my other side and grabbed my phone. It was 6 in the morning. I decided that instead of facing and awkward encounter with Sans that I should just leave. I left a note and went outside quietly.

I walked around for a while until I decided to go to the studio. I called a cab and told the driver where to head.

We arrived and I got out and paid.

"You sure this is where you want to go?" he asked eyeing the building suspiciously. I nodded and headed inside.

I decided to practice the choreography for the competition. I had practiced it for about an hour. I collapsed on the ground panting. The door opened and someone gasped.

"(Y/N)!!" the person yelled. Some lifted me up and handed me water. I looked and saw Hope.

"Hope."

"(Y/N) what are you doing here?" he asked as I gulped down the water. I shrugged.

"I decided to practice for the competition." I said as I set the empty bottle down.

"No one told you? We don't plan to do it anymore." he said.

"Why not!?!" I exclaimed.

"You are in no condition to do it." he said. I shook my head,

"No! We practiced so hard! We cant give up now!" I exclaimed.

"But you-"

"No! I wont have it. (R/n) would want me to continue. She wouldn't want me to grieve." I said. He paused before nodding.

"You're strong." he said smiling. I smiled back.

"So we going to practice or what?" I asked. He nodded and chuckled.

"Lets do it."

We practice for about another hour or so until it was time to go to school.

"I'm really confused on how we managed to miss class." he said laughing as we pulled up to the school.

"It's fine. We have Ms. Zu first hour. I sent her an email explain in everything. She's fine with it." I said as I pulled my bag out and slammed the door shut.

I waited for Hope then him and I headed inside.

~Time Skip~

It was after school and Hope and I were waiting outside for the other four.

"(Y/n)!!!!" a voice yelled. After that I was tackled by four people.

"How are you doing?" Milk asked hugging me.

"It's difficult but Ill be fine." I said giving a smile. They kept asking me questions. But I was pulled back. Hope had his arms wrapped around me protecting me from the other four.

"Gosh calm down. Let her breath." he said laughing. I heard someone scoff. I looked over and saw Sans and June. I shook my head and turned back to the others.

"So anyway. What should we do now?" Kookie asked.

"Practice?" I suggested.

"We aren't doing it anymore. Didn't Hope tell you?" K asked.

"Yeah..But I told him that (R/n) would want me to continue." I said. "So...Lets go!!" I said. They all nodded and we left.

~Guess what...Another Time Skip~

We had finished practicing and they dropped me off at my house.

"Thanks Losers!" I called waving. They all made faces and drove off. I chuckled and turned back to my house.

I was hesitant to go inside. But after a while I made my way inside. I opened the door and looked around. It looked like it had before I left.

I set my bag down and took a look around. I looked through all the cabnits and the fridge. I looked at the table. Then I went upstairs and looked in the bathrooms, my room, the study.

I walked to the finally room and stopped. It was (R/n) room. I slowly opened the door and looked around. I ran my hand over the blankets. I looked at her dresser and scanned through the papers. I saw one addressed to me.

                                Dear (Y/N),

I want to apologize. For everything I ever did and didn't do. I know I wasn't the best room mate. Or the best friend. I feel like shit because I didn't do more. I know you're reading this and I also know I'm dead. I am assuming that the deal went wrong. I was involved in drugs and other things. I tried to stop but...it never worked. I knew this deal was going to go wrong but I still went. I'm so stupid. Anyway I want to tell you not to grieve. Don't be sad for too long ok? I don't want to see you sad because of me. I want you to be happy. Have a good life. Get married and have kids. Or adopt. I don't know. Anyway I want you to have a good life. Good bye (Y/n).

                                                              Sincerely, (R/N)