Chorophobia (Dancetale! Sans x Reader

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Frisk was sitting next to Sans and I on the couch, listening to us have a small pun war. At least the two weren't at each other's throats-- yet, at least.

"I'm shore you can do better," I said.

"nah, if anything you should ketchup to my level," Sans shot back.

"Tibia honest, your puns suck," I remarked.

"i'd like to see you fry to do butter," Sans returned.

"You're krilling me. You really need some kelp," I teased.

"you aren't so humerus yourself. if anything i'm really urchin you to improve."

"You've got a skele-ton of work to do."

"Oh, shut up already," Frisk giggled. "You're perfect for each other, we get it."

"W-who ever said that?" I sputtered, my face getting red.

"ha! (Y/N) loses. they didn't say a pun in that sentence."

"Canyon just stop now?" I said, exasperated-- but in a good way.

"that's better-- wait, hey!"

Frisk and I burst out laughing.

Sans soon joined in. Then his expression turned serious. "anyway, frisk, can you show me something?"

"Huh? What?" they asked.

"show me your eyes."

"My... what?"

"your eyes, frisk."

"W-why?" they stuttered, suddenly getting on the defensive.

"just fudging show me your eyes!" Sans growled, making Frisk curl up in fear.

"O-okay, fine," they muttered, touching their eyes. When they removed their hands, a pair of pretty red eyes were revealed.

"I KNEW IT!" Sans screamed, pointing vigorously at Frisk. "chara, get the h🔥ll out of frisk's body!"

"What's going on?" I inquired, by now just eavesdropping.

Frisk's eyes flashed. "I'm not killing anyone. You should be happy about that," a voice that wasn't Frisk's said.

"I'm a little creeped out right now?" I stated, it sounding a little more like a question. I raised my hand. "Anyone else?"

"i'm not happy that you flipping possessed frisk!" Sans shouted, ignoring me.

"Okay, I feel left out. I'm just gonna go." I stood up, walking away with my hands in the air.

(A/N: Me in almost every conversation XD)

I could hear shouts and arguing from the other room as I went into the kitchen out of boredom.

I went into the abnormally tall cabinet and saw tons of bones piled on it.

Okay. That's random.

Or, not really. They are skeletons.

I closed it again and decided to raid the fridge. There were several bowls of spaghetti, all labeled "PAPYRUS" in neat capital letters.

How am I not surprised?

I heaved a sigh and shut it closed again. Boredom washed over me.

I returned to the two arguing dancers and set my hand on Sans's mouth so he would stop yelling. "Can y'all shut the heck up? You're gonna make the house fall to the ground with all of your shouting."

"Oh, I'm sorry, (Y/N)," Frisk mumbled, closing their eyes again.

Sans glared at them then crossed his arms. "We good?" I questioned, sitting in-between them and releasing Sans's mouth.

"yeah," he muttered.

"Good." I smiled. "Anyway, I'm getting pretty tired. Shouldn't we make some sleeping arrangements?"

"frisk can sleep with papyrus," Sans suggested. "or in the inn, maybe."

I tapped my fingers together as Frisk answered, "I can sleep on the couch and (Y/N) could sleep with Sans."

I blushed, shaking my head. "No, it's okay. I understand when there's no room for me. I'll go to the inn."

"but.." Sans started, then looked at Frisk, obviously not wanting to reveal that I was afraid of dancing.

"I'm afraid of dancing, I know, but it'll be okay. Hopefully." I pat Frisk on the head and took my backpack, trekking to the inn.