When Two Worlds Collide. (Sans x Reader)

Chapter 4

Sorry it's short I'll explain at the end~

Sans's thoughts raced, wondering how little he could get away with. He decided to follow in her example.

"Well okay then, I come from the Underground, Snowdin to be precise. It was an alright place, always snowing but that was okay, the cold goes right through me, heh. It was small and we all knew each other, nothing new yet it was home. I know now it was nothing compared to the surface. My brother, Papyrus, and I owned a nice house, warm though it wasn't the best. I guess it could've been worse though. Anyway, monsters moved up here when the barrier broke and I got this apartment here. That's all really. I'm not very exciting." he finished.

Thalia looked thoughtful, something was obviously on her mind. She shook her head and looked back to him. She looked slightly uncomfortable standing in front of him so he invited her to sit next to him, patting the place to his left. He checked his phone and saw that Toriel had replied to his rushed text from the night before.

9:43. T- Of course Sans!

I shall be there with Frisk in ten minutes as you're looking after them today remember?

Right, the kid was coming over today. He'd completely forgotten about that. He'd promised to take them to the park and get some nice cream. He hoped they didn't mind too much if plans changed. Sans quickly texted a quick thank you before turning back to Thalia.

"alright Thalia, I've got some people coming over to fix you up. One's a child, about 10, and the other is the ex-queen of monsters. Don't worry, she practically the mother of the group and she can heal up that wing of yours, along with any other injuries of course." he said, warning her of the guests. She nodded nervously.

Suddenly he realised he'd forgotten to take the depression tablets Alphys assigned him. It was too late now, he'd have to survive for today and restart the schedule tomorrow. This was going to be difficult. The last time he'd done that, he'd practically destroyed the apartment with his magic but at least then he'd been alone. He'd have to try twice as hard this time.

A knock on the door pulled him out of his train of thought and he stood up, heading across the lounge. Sans pulled open the door to see Toriel standing there, holding Frisk's hand in one of her large soft paws. Frisk squealed when they saw him and ran up to him, wrapping their arms around his waist. Toriel smiled at their actions before pulling Sans into a hug herself.

"We came as soon as possible. You seem to be okay. What is the problem, Sans?" she asked softly, scanning him for injuries. He rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly.

"Ah, yeah 'bout that. Long story short, someone from a long way away crashed on my roof last night and she's hurt but she's also a bit skitterish so go easy on her." Toriel nodded quickly before rushing past him towards Thalia, Frisk on her heels. Sans followed, making his way to Thalia's side

She was sitting there looking mildly confused as Toriel mothered over her, frantically asking her questions.

"My child, I hear you were hurt. Would you mind telling me where you are in pain? Does it hurt when I press this?" Thalia tried and failed to keep up with Toriel so she looked desperately at Sans. He snorted then pulled Toriel off the poor girl.

"Hey Tori, how 'bout we let Thalia here tell you what she needs huh?" he prompted. Toriel took the hint and awkwardly pulled back, sending a remorseful look Thalia's way.

"Ah, sorry dear, I just hate to know someone's hurt when I could do something about it." She explained. Thalia just laughed and patted the goat's paw.

"It's okay! You were just trying to help. Now, the worst thing at the moment is my wing." She started to remove the bandages then stopped, glancing at Frisk. She turned to face them. "uh, you aren't squeamish are you kid?" she asked the child. Frisk furiously shook their head and signed,

No! I'm almost 11 so I can deal with it! Sans was about to step in and translate but was pleasantly surprised when Thalia signed fluently back.

Ah good, I thought for a moment that you were a wuss. Frisk huffed in fake annoyance but a smile soon crept back onto their face. Thalia grinned at them and ruffled their hair playfully. She carefully removed the last of the dressing and stretched out her wing, wincing a bit.

Toriel gasped when she saw the gaping hole in the wing. She cradled the wing delicately in her paws as she channelled her fire magic to that one area. A gentle yellow glow filled the room and the wound slowly started to heal.

Sans looked closer and saw the process of Toriel's healing. He watched as the bones knitted back together and the muscle and skin stretched over, forming a protective layer. The jagged edges of the gash gradually joined to form a neatly sealed scar.

Sorry I had to end it at such an unimportant part but I'M RUNNING OUT OF CONTENT AHHHHH!

(help)