[Insert pun here] (Sans x reader)

Chapter 7

Okay, so I've been more focused on my Sans/Undertale x Reader oneshots recently. I haven't actually done much for chapter 8, but I do need to keep up and equalize my work. I hope to get back on a regular once a month or so for this story :) please bare with me buttercups.

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        You and frisk shuffle through the gathered snow hand in hand. Although the sky (ceiling?) stopped gently drifting snowflakes to the ground, it was still as cold as ice. Your teeth didn't chatter, but your body did shiver, including your hand that numbly gripped Frisk's. Their sweater was significantly thicker than yours, therefore warmer.  Yours also had scorches and thin cuts littered on it.

        You tried to hold your smile as long as you could, which made you look pitiful. Once you and frisk came upon a paper on the snowy ground with the words 'junior jumble', you look up with a questioning glance. The two skeletons say a few things to each other that you don't quite hear. Suddenly, Sans and Papyrus start to bicker loudly. You giggle softly, covering your pale mouth with your sweater sleeve. Frisk leaned closer to you, almost smashing their head into your hip. You bend over, still holding the puzzle paper in your shivering hand, and pick up Frisk placing them onto your hip with ease. They hug your neck, stuffing their face in the crook of your sweater covered neck. This proved to fill you with more warmth than you had before.

        *Having you within reach fills them with determination, which fills you with bravery

        "HUMAN, DO YOU NOT THINK THE JUNIOR JUMBLE IS HARD?" Papyrus blared over the gentle howl of wind, red gloved hands on his battle gear covered hips.

        Sans stares at you with his haunting grin and white pinpricks lost in a pool of black for eyes. You swear that grin had a deeper meaning to it. "What do you think, (y/n)? Junior jumble? Or crossword puzzles?" Frisk giggles, smiling happily as they pointed to the junior jumble. "I'm more of a crossword kinda gal." You squeeze Frisk closer in an attempt to keep them safer, . You guess you were still worried about what that demented butterscotch flower said: 'Kill or be killed'. Just what kind of place was this? You were on edge and ready for these monsters to turn their back on you at any moment.

        Frisk must have understood how you felt, because they start patting your forehead affectionately. Odd, you know, but it's how they liked to display their love. You gently smile down at them, bravery shinning in your eyes. Sans chuckles as Papyrus turns his head away from him. Sans takes this time to look you over, starting with your attire. Your sweater looked tattered and soaked, your clothing looked smudged with soot and dirt. What happened to you? He kept a stoic gaze, his usual grin permanently painted across his skull. He made a mental note that you couldn't stay out here for any longer.

        Papyrus blathered on. His puzzles were quick and easy, but you didn't think walking across the snowy plains of wherever you were, was going to save you. At least Papyrus preferred it if you both finished up quickly as to move onto the next puzzle that he held in store for you. Sans glanced anxiously between you and Frisk, and Papyrus. "I'LL SEE YOU ON THE NEXT PUZZLE, HUMANS. PLEASE DO HURRY." Papyrus proudly strutted ahead on the snowy, tree littered path.

        Sans stood still, waiting for you to drop the creased paper and continue forward. His gaze stuck to you and Frisk like a hawk watching their young. You shared a few whispered words with Frisk before they let the paper flutter to the ground, being swept gently away by the howling wind before it could reach the snow. They grinned up at you and rested their head in the crook of your neck comfortably.

        Sans watched you approach him, a twinge of curiosity passing his features. He hasn't seen you on a run. Not that you weren't welcomed! Anything to keep this run from going sour. No, you might even keep Frisk sane, but you were just... different to the reserved skeleton. Maybe that was why you were friend with the little kiddo.

        You passed him, visibly shaking now. His face scrunched ever so slightly, humming softly in disapproval. Sans looked down at his sweater and his coat. He contemplated many things before finally deciding to shed his thick coat and toss it over your shivering frame. He couldn't stand to watch you freeze anymore. You would start to make him cold, too, and that got under his skin.

        You gasp quietly when a warm jacket is tossed over the both of you. Frisk's face flashed in recognition as they happily shift the jacket from your head to your shoulders. They pull the over sized, not to mention fluffy, fabric around the two of you, snuggling deeper into your chest as the new found warmth sent feeling back into their limbs (and stopped your constant shivering thankfully).

        Sans chuckles lowly. "Snow's not the time to be standing around. Let's get moving before you two get cold feet." You suppress a giggle and move on.

        *hearing puns as bad as those... fills you with bravery.