The Lovers-Underfell Sans X Reader DISCONTINUED

Chapter Eight-Feelings

It was late at night when I finished the plot line of my story, so I decided to go to bed. While getting ready for bed, I continued to think about Sans. My thoughts included, "Was I really blushing? If I was, did he notice me blush? Why would I blush? This was only the third time we met, I shouldn't be blushing." I even thought about Sans's glowing red eye and how it made his appearance slightly creepier, but I couldn't really imagine him without it.

Then, a new thought happened. "Is this love?" That just didn't make sense, though. How could I love someone who I had only met three times? Besides, he was a skeleton. I was a human. Humans and monsters are still having tensions with each other. How would that even work out? Sans couldn't possibly have those male parts that all boys need to be able to reproduce, could he? It was improbable, but he could disappear into thin air then reappear again. I had seen it myself.

My thoughts continued as I tried to fall asleep. I didn't want to sleep, though. What I really wanted was to find Sans and just spend time with him. I had to be in love. This wasn't how I felt all those other times I loved anyone, though. Then again, I usually only said that I would be their girlfriends because I felt bad for them. Due to the fact that I started spending less time with other people, I have not had a date for a while.

That was fine, though. I did not need anyone to love. Well, until I met Sans. Even though his teeth were spiked and his eye glowed an intense red, I still could not get myself to not love him. This was the first time I had ever felt this way and I could not get it to stop. Then again, I didn't want it to stop. I wanted to continue to love him, even if I could not bring myself to admit it to him.

Every time I almost fell asleep, a new thought awoke me. The first thought was, "What if Sans loves me back?" Then the second one was, "What if he doesn't love me?" After that, it was, "What are the chances that Sans has those parts?"

"Why did that thought keep coming back to me? Was that thought part of love? Was it normal for one person to wonder about the other's body parts? If so, was Sans thinking about me?" I began to wonder all throughout the night. "If he is, are those thoughts good or bad? I hope they are good."

I just could not possibly think of anything or anyone else other than Sans. All I wanted to do was think about him until I couldn't think anymore. Yet, I couldn't understand why I felt that way. It just didn't seem normal. Yet, I still did not want to feel any different. Love was strange to me.

Thoughts about love continued all throughout the night. I started to believe that I would never fall asleep, even when I could feel how tired I really was. It just felt like I would never sleep no matter how tired I got. "Would love cause me to stay up this late every night?" I thought to myself.

It took me what felt like hours for my mind to slowly drifted off into sleep. Even through that, I thought about Sans. Perhaps one day I would tell him my feelings. Hopefully, on that day, he would say that he loved me back. Who knows if that day would ever come, though? I certainly didn't. In fact, I doubted that it would ever come.