Chorophobia (Dancetale! Sans x Reader

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I bit my lip. "Well, uh... I'd rather... not?"

His face fell into a look of disbelief. "WHAT? YOU DON'T GET A CHOICE! AS A HUMAN, YOU HAVE TO GET PAST ME TO PASS THROUGH."

I frowned. "I, uh... I actually don't want to get past..."

Sans glanced at me with a surprised and confused expression. "then why did you leave the ruins?"

"I love Mom, but... the Ruins are very small once you get used to them." I shrugged.

Papyrus sighed. "DO YOU AT LEAST WANT TO DO MY PUZZLES?"

I smiled slightly. "If... if it makes you happy, I suppose so."

His face brightened up once more. "WOWIE! THAT'S GREAT! PREPARE TO DANCE YOUR WAY THROUGH THE GREAT PAPYRUS'S PUZZLES!" With that, he sped off, possibly to go prepare them.

My face paled. "Dance my way through?" I echoed.

Sans nodded, looking even more at a loss.

"I... no, I can't do that. Nope nope nope." I straight up just noped out of there, threw my hands in the air, and walked back towards the door to the Ruins.

Sans ran after me. I could tell because of his footsteps which I now immediately recognized. "what's going on?" he interrogated once he caught up with me.

I wondered if I should tell him. Though, I pretty much told Toriel the second I met her. Sooo...

"I'm not comfortable with dancing." Okay, understatement of the year. Scratch that. "Ugh. No, I'm terrified of dancing. And watching others dance," I confessed.

His permanent grin fell as much as it could. "are you kidding?"

"N-no," I mumbled, fidgeting with my hands.

"oh, god. this isn't good," he muttered, stopping in his tracks while rubbing his forehead.

I stopped in front of him, cheeks flushed pink in slight embarrassment. "W-why not?"

He set his bony hands on my shoulders, his eye sockets full of emotion. Seriousness, nervousness, sympathy, and... determination. "everyone down here has their own dance style. i'm hip hop, papyrus is latin, and so on."

"I think I got that already," I sighed, rubbing my arm awkwardly.

Sans plastered a huge smile on his face. "i'm going to help you overcome your fear."

"Wait, what?" I squeaked.

Before I could say anything else or protest, pressure built up in the back of my eyes. When I blinked, Sans and I were standing near a frozen pond in the woods, and there was a small space without any trees.

"Mierda jodida, yo no soy bailando," I blurted in Spanish. (A/N: Look up the first part, but the second part is "I am not dancing")

Sans looked confused. "Forget it," I muttered.

He let go of my shoulders and let his lazy grin return. "okay. so, to overcome your fear, you must face it directly," he explained. "or in this case, you have to dance."

"Crap, heck no!" I shouted, gripping my arms.

"it's the only way to survive down here," Sans insisted, taking out his phone and playing a song.

He pried my hands away from my arms and took them in his own. "come on, you got this. just relax."

I started to hyperventilate, but got lost in his deep voice as he sang.

"take a moment to think of just,"

"flexibility, love and trust."

"take a moment to think of just,"

"flexibility, love and trust."

I was so entranced that I didn't even notice when he spun me around and danced with me.

But I noticed when he dipped me. "OH MY STARS!" I screamed, falling and scrambling away.

"what, did i hit a wrong note?" he asked, flinching.

My breathing became shallow as my face drained of any color. I actually was about to comment that his voice was attractive, but then shut myself up and questioned my sanity. "N-n-no," I said instead.

"Crap, look at the time, I GOTTA GO!" I hurried to my feet and scurried away.

"you don't even know how to get back!" Sans pointed out, turning the music off.

"Shoot, that's right," I groaned. "Can you take me back so I can hurry through Papyrus's puzzles, then?" I requested, returning to the short skeleton.

"anything for you, star."

Before I could protest that I actually have a name, he took my hand again and when I blinked, we were back at the conveniently planted tree.

"Thanks," I said, smiling. "And, uh, thanks for the... thought, but... I don't think I'll ever get over my fear."

"maybe not now, but there's always a next time for everything. i'll see you later, 'kay?"

"Bye," I responded, and he disappeared.