When Two Fates Intertwine (Sans x Reader)

Hello From The Other Side

Short A/N: Don't worry! All the WingDings will be translated at the end. :3

~Your Perspective~

            It’s been a few days since the… um… incident that happened at Sans’ place. Thank goodness—it’s had time to fade in everyone’s memory. The aftermath was a little… awkward. Sans was mortified, and wouldn’t stop profusely apologizing to you, no matter how many times you told him that it was alright, and that you understood.

            Even now, you still find yourself wondering what would have happened if that door had been opened…

            You shake your head vigorously, trying to force those thoughts to disperse. You shouldn’t be dwelling on it. It happened. End of story.

            You sigh, secretly enjoying the cold bite of the air against your roasting cheeks. You’re once again on your way to Snowdin, but not for the customary reason. Grillby called you last night, and had frantically asked you to come in this morning to help him with… something. What that “something” is, you aren’t entirely sure—you were half asleep when he explained everything. You do remember something about water, though…

            Maybe he needs help with the dishes? But he usually does that by himself. I hope he doesn’t expect me to fix a leaky sink, or something… I’m not good with that kind of thing.

            But whatever the case, here you are, walking over to Snowdin at the crack of dawn on a Saturday. If it had been anyone else, you would probably be annoyed with this gross interruption of your break day. The fire elemental should count himself lucky that you have a soft spot for him.

            Next time he asks me to come out on a weekend, I’m gonna ask for overtime pay. Asking for favors during the week is one thing, but once you mess with my Saturday sleep schedule…

            Your thoughts trail off when an uneasy feeling settles over you. You hesitate for a moment, glancing around to see what may have caused the inexplicable tightness in your chest. You’re in Snowdin now, and there’s not anything out of the ordinary to be seen. No golden flower, no red-eyed child… just the normal quaint houses and small-town store fronts.

            You nervously chew your cheek and reach into your pocket, groping for the pocket knife you’d started carrying with you. You may not see a threat yet… but your gut has been right too many times to just dismiss the feeling. With the knife in your palm now, you cautiously continue onwards.

            …The sound of snow crunching beneath your feet is deafening.

            …Wait.

            You stop and look around you again, your ears straining as they try in vain to pick up the sounds that you usually associate with Snowdin—cheerful voices in conversation, children laughing, the sound of bells as people go in and out of the library…

            But… there’s nothing. Everything… everything is silent.

            With a growing sense of foreboding, you realize that the town… is completely empty. There’s not a soul to be seen anywhere; inside or outside. Many of the windows nearby have their blinds up, and yet you can’t see anyone milling around inside.

            …What?

            You blink hard, thinking for a moment that you might be hallucinating. But that unfortunately doesn’t seem to be the case—Snowdin is still a ghost town when you open your eyes again. You stay rooted to the spot, trying in vain to rationalize the change. Maybe there’s some kind of holiday you don’t know about, and everyone’s out in the snow somewhere. Or maybe the King is taking a census, and everyone had to report to the capital.