The Lovers-Underfell Sans X Reader DISCONTINUED

Chapter Ten-Gift

As much as I tried, there just was no way of avoiding those two skeletons. They were doing something that would get the attention of the neighborhood. It was almost like those two purposely yelled at each other to get attention from everyone. Well, at least Papyrus would yell. I don't think I ever heard Sans yell.

A few hours after Papyrus went to tell me that they were my new neighbors, I could hear the sound of objects breaking. I could not help but wonder what was happening over there, but I knew better than to go to two terrifying skeletons' house and ask. They gave me a feeling of uneasiness. Not even the fact that I like one of them changed that feeling.

It only took a few minutes of listening to yelling from Papyrus to get me curious enough to go over and check on those two. All I needed was an excuse. If I go to their house and all that was happening was fine, I probably would embrace myself. Besides, Papyrus yelled and they may break things when they are moving them around. They still could be unpacking all their stuff.

Perhaps I could bring them a welcoming gift. I was almost certain that the other neighbors would not give them anything. Most humans were still afraid of monsters, even if they were accepted by the government. Even if humans were not afraid of monsters in general, I had a feeling that Papyrus and Sans just scared them. They probably didn't have to be monsters and the neighbors would still be scared.

While looking around my house for a gift to give them, I realized that I don't even know what they would like. So, I stopped for a second and thought of their personalities and likes. Papyrus told me that Sans told jokes. The way that he talked about that gave me a feeling that he did not like them, though. At Grillby's, Sans drank mustard. I was not sure how Papyrus felt about that, but I knew that Sans liked it. Well, he tolerated it at the least.

They both had to share at least one interest, right? Usually, brothers had common interests. This was the bad thing about staying away from all other life. I didn't know how to act around them. There was no way for me to understand how to talk or what gifts to give. Sometimes, I wished that I spent more time around people. My books had to be written before certain dates, though. Maybe I could take a small break during writing. Only a small one, though. People were waiting for those stories. I was never sure how many people were waiting, though.

While thinking, I sat down in a chair next to a window. This was my way of showing I was in deep thought. I really wanted to find a gift and an excuse to go to Sans and Papyrus' house. I didn't really care what the excuse was anymore. The gift had to be good, though. Embarrassment was not an option. I could not take being turned away on my first visit. Even if I wouldn't visit again anyways.

My thoughts continued as I stared out the window. This was my own form of procrastination. I was slowly drifting off into a sleep without realizing it. Dreams of the world would soon take over my mind and put me into my own world of imagination. I drifted off into a deep sleep full of dreams that would help me with stories. That was usually how I got inspired, anyways. Maybe it would help me.