A second chance (A Human!SansxReader fic)

Chapter forty four: Return of the goop father

You woke up to weight on your chest. Eyes slowly opening you found Chara sitting on you, a neutral expression on their face.

Wait, no.

Not Chara.

"Frisk...?" You yawned, still tired. They smiled, giggling, and nodded. "Yeah...thanks, (Y/N)." They slid off your chest and sat on the edge of the bed, swinging their legs. "You did it. You stopped me and Chara." 'No, I just made you think." You sat up, smiling, and ruffled their hair. "You made the choice yourself, to not hurt anyone else and fix things. I'm super proud of you." They smiled and then scratched the back of their head. "..Geno is probably mad. He wasn't rally 'there' when I left. I wish there was a way to free him." Yah, you did too. You sighed and ran your fingers through their hair. "I know, me too baby child, me too. But all we can do is focus on the here and now. Does Sans know you're back?" "Yeah." Frisk nodded. "He wanted to wake you up earlier, said they found one of your friends, but mom told him to let you sleep. Everyone has been really tense." You heard a snort near the bed and looked over to find Flowey sitting in a pot on the night stand. 'Well duh, people are bound to be uncomfortable when someone who they thought was a murderer is in their home." You rolled your eyes and leaned over, snatching him off the stand and setting him on your lap. "Sup brobro." The flower grunted in annoyance. "Don't call me that. I am not your brother." 'You're Asriel, whether you like it or not. That makes you the son of Toriel and Asgore, who are my...OUR parents too." You motioned to Frisk and yourself. "So yes, you are our brother." Flowey scowled but you could tell, he knew you were right. "Wh-Whatever, Are you done with this lovey dovey crap? You passed out about an hour after you got here and missed dinner. I don't wanna hear you complaining that you're hungry."

"Yeah, yeah, okay."

You smiled and moved out from under the blankets, carrying Flowey as you headed to the kitchen where you saw your phone on the counter. You weren't sure how it got there, but whatever. You grabbed it and went over to the fridge, pulling the door open. A plate had been left with a note for you.

"My child,

You must have been so tired from the last few days, you fell asleep with Chara on your lap.

I couldn't bear to wake you up, so here is your dinner, I do hope you like it.

I am so happy to have you home.

I love you and I am proud of you.

-Mom"

You hummed, taking the plate out of the fridge and set it on the counter, removing the foil. It was a minute steak with potato wedges and broccoli. Oooh, yummy.

"Know, knock."

Oh.

You giggled, glancing over your shoulder. Sans stood in the kitchen doorway with Frisk, wearing just pajama pants. Oh god, you felt your face heat up. He needed to put a shirt on!

"Who's there?"

"Ben."

You giggled, rolling your eyes.

"Ben who?"

'Ben over and give me a kiss."

Frisk was giggling madly as you stared down at your tiny, currently skeleton boyfriend, who had the smuggest little grin on his face. He rocked on his heels, waiting, and with a red face you bent down and pressed your lips against his teeth. Sans hummed in approval and then bumped his teeth against your forehead. "Good morning, or rather evening, sleeping beauty. Looks like everything is finally cool around the house." "Seems like it. Ketchup?" You asked, returning to the fridge to pull out a bottle for him. Sans chuckled, leaning against the kitchen doorway. 'You ketchup fast." Frisk groaned and you giggled, turning around and tossing him the bottle. Sans held out his hand, which you took with your free one, and carried your reheated dinner into the living room, where you and him sat, Frisk sprawling out across your laps. Sans flipped on the TV and wrapped an arm around you, happily sipping at his condiment. You chowed down, remembering just how good mom's cooking was. As the three of you sat in silence, enjoying whatever bad late night television show was on, you could have sworn you heard something.

"💣︎✡︎📫︎📫︎⚐︎☠︎. 👍︎📫︎☠︎ ✡︎⚐︎🕆︎ ☟︎📫︎✌︎☼︎ 📫︎☜︎✍︎"

You blinked, glancing around. Nobody was there. "Sans...do you hear something?" "No?" He began looking around too before shrugging and returning to the show.

"👍︎✌︎📫︎ ✡︎⚐︎🕆︎ 📫︎☜︎📫︎☼︎ 💣︎📫︎ 🕿︎✡︎📭︎☠︎✆︎✍︎ 🏱︎☹︎📫︎📫︎💧︎☜︎..."

Sans heard that. You could tell. He was sweating a little, and there was a soft blue light flickered from his left eye. "Sans...are you okay?"

"💧︎📫︎☠︎💧︎✍︎ ✡︎📫︎📫︎ ✌︎☼︎📫︎ 💣︎✌︎📫︎📫︎✋︎☠︎📫︎ 💣︎📫︎ 👍︎⚐︎☠︎👍︎☜︎☼︎☠︎☜︎👎︎..."

Sans slowly turned around, eye completely glowing, and stared at something behind the couch.

"Hi concerned, I'm Sans.'

He lifted his hand, something slammed against the ceiling, then crashed to the floor. You and Frisk peeked over the back of the couch. A monster laid on the floor, groaning. He was a skeleton, wearing a long black coat and white turtle neck.

"...Gaster?"

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Well, look who decided to join the party!