Silence Is Bittersweet (DanceTale Sans X Reader)

(12) Idiot

Same day-

     I reclaim my seat at the bar, only to find an empty plate where my burger used to be. A ketchup covered Sans sits in front of it, wiping his face.

"SAAANS!"

"what?"

"I planned on eating that!"

"really? usually people don't want it after that."

"Well I did!"

"ok, ok! i'm sorry!"

"Thank you."

The two of us sat in silence for a minute or two, before Sans taps my shoulder.

I turn to him, and notice his face is blue again. Seriously? What it that?

"Sans, a-are you sick or something? Your face i-is blue." I ask. His face only grows darker.

"o-oh! that's uh... that's not- uh- n-nothing!" He stutters, getting bluer by the second. I decide not to push.

"Anyway, what do you need?" I mention. If it is possible, he gets even bluer.

"uh... d-do you want t-to dance?" He asks.

Ah shit. No, I am not dancing. I can't! I'll trip on him or something! I cannot dance to save my life.

"Uh... Na, I don't, uh... Really dance very well."

"ah, ok. that's fine, i-i don't really like to d-dance in front of people anyway." He says.

He looks a little... Dejected? Upset? Maybe... Dissapointed? No, that can't be it. Either way, I feel like I caused it.

( /\This is why the chapter is called idiot. Because you, my dear reader-Chan, are being an idiot 💔)

Suddenly a tanned hand ripped me from my bar stool.

"Anna! Let me go!"

"Why? So you can go mope with a pack of french fries?"

"NO!!! I-I just, ugh! I can't dance!"

"Nonsense!"

Boy, did I prove her wrong. I don't think I could have failed more if I tried.

She tried her best to help, but I couldn't make it through one move without stumbling. I tripped, slid, and skidded around the dance floor, stepping on toes, bumbing shoulders, slapping faces.

By the time she finally gave me mercy, I had wronged everyone on the floor at least once. Wether it be a bruised shoulder, a mangled toe, or a red cheek.

Anna spun me back over to my barstool, giving me a glance weighted heavy with sympathy. And maybe... Empathy?

"wow... that was awful."

"Jee, thanks Sans." I said with heavy sarcasm.

Suddenly Carson and Kat appear at my side.

"Hey~" Carson says, with an obvious undertone of mischief.

"Hi...?" I say.

Suddenly a loud squeak appears, right in my ear. It is like an airhorn and a baby's scream combined. Except, add some fingernails on the chalkboard. I cringe just writing about it.

I jump out of my chair, eyes widening in surprise and fright. My stool topples over, causing me to fly off.

I fall through the air, and land right on top of...

You guessed it, Sans.

His stool topples over too, causing him to fall towards me. He lands first, and I land on his chest.

I end up wrist-deep in his eye socket, and one hand around his humerus. My leg hangs over his thigh, and the other is laying on top of his arm. His other arm, the one I am grabbing, ends up brutally tangled in my hair.

And to top it off, both our faces are lit up with color. Mine redder then the offspring of a tomato and a stop sign, and his bluer then the ocean filled with blueberries.

Oooh! It all makes sense now! He turns blue when he blushes! How did I not think of that before!

Wait... Does that mean-?

No, no. He is just embarrassed that I fell on him. Nothing more, nothing less.

Then I realize, that I am still on top of him.

I quickly scramble off, muttering thousands of apologies, and him the same.

We both said that we are fine, and retreated to the bathrooms of our respective genders.

I could still see the smirk on Carson's face as he revels in his revenge.

I'll get him back.

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I don't think I have ever been happier to inhale the smoke of the city air.

As I walk home, I decide to take a detour. I haven't been to that cherry tree in a while. I didn't bring any baggies, but that's ok.

Soon I reach the beautiful tree, more of it's petals overcome by bright red cherries. They glisten in the moonlight, giving the tree a glowing sort of look.

The bark is darkened by the night, and the roots create a criss cross pattern in the wet grass. It must be past midnight for there to be dew in the grass.

I sit atop my branch, marveling at the forest around me. Bright moonlight filters through the branches, making a dancing patter on the grass below. I sway a little in the breeze, but something tells me that I am not going to fall.

In a flicker of white light, I catch a glimpse of red against the backdrop of greens. It seems to be a piece of clothing. Probably trash that someone threw into the breeze.

Then a stick snaps.

As I grow uncomfortable, I slowly descend from the branches of the tree. When I reach the bottom, I run.

I break into a sprint, rushing through the trees and over the rocks. Bounding with agility gained over the years. Unlike with dancing, I could run at speeds unheard of, without tripping.

Not a moment later I break through the trees, inhaling the now familiar stench of city smoke. I don't stop running, and head for the cafe.

The doors squeak under my pressure, and close firmly behind me. I lock them tight, and look through the window.

But nobody came.

They- whoever they are- must have given up chase.
The only sounds of life near the cafe is the pounding of my heart and the gasping breaths.

I walk up the stairs, and peek into Michin's room. She is sound asleep. Then I creep into my own room, and fall onto the soft matress.

Someone was definitely stalking me.

But who?