Chorophobia (Dancetale! Sans x Reader

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I laid back on the couch, leaning my head so that I was staring at the ceiling.

"what's up? you've been staring pretty intensely at our ceiling," Sans said.

"I just feel like I could've been sacrificed for the greater good," I muttered.

"this is the greater good!" Sans pointed out, getting closer.

"How?"

"you make me happy!" he suggested, entangling his bony fingers in my hair.

I turned to him, face red. "How so?"

"w-why you gotta make this hard for me?" he sighed, a grin evident on his face as well as the blue spread across it. "i-i think that you're fun to hang out with, even if you don't dance!"

I looked away, twiddling my thumbs.

(A/N: THEY GONNA KEEP ON TWIDDLING THEIR THUMBS, BA DEE DA DEE DA DUM~
Okay sorry I had to. Please continue.)

"I guess I'm just paranoid," I said slowly. "I think that no one likes me because of my fear, but then I look at you and realize that someone does care!" I regretted saying that almost immediately.

"you look like you think that's false," he whispered in my ear, suddenly right next to me.

Out of instinct, I screamed.

Sans jumped backwards, surprised by my outburst. "Oops, sorry, just a little surprised. Please continue."

He chuckled. I just loved his laugh for some reason, but didn't know why.

Oh right. I admit that I do have a small crush on him. Small. Very small.

Lies, my conscience whispered.

Shut up, mind!

I smiled, looking at him again.

"i do care, star. i thought i already said that!" He suddenly hugged me, taking me by surprise. I slowly eased into it, wrapping my arms around him as well.

"Thanks then, Sans. I needed that," I whispered.

He pulled away, sitting on his knees next to me.

"do you still feel like joining frisk?" he inquired after a while.

"I might," I sighed. "They seem like they can handle things better than me, though. I feel like trash while trying to do the things they do."

"you know the saying," Sans said. "one man's trash is another skeleton's treasure."

Is he flirting with me? I asked just that.

His face went a darker shade of blue, and I actually just realized that that was how he blushed.

Oh. Ohh. Ohhhh. That made more sense. Oh crap, he's been blushing at me all the time.

"w-well...."

I didn't know what to do. I couldn't respond, and for some reason, my brain wasn't telling any of my body parts to move.

"u-uh, star? you... okay?" Sans asked nervously.

My muscles could finally move. "Yes, I'm fine," I said in a monotone voice.

"you don't sound fine."

I wanted so fudging bad to kiss him. Gosh dang it.

"I'm okay. Just a little tired," I assured him, my voice back to normal again.

"well, get some sleep. i'll be in my room, 'kay?" I felt something on my forehead and he left up the stairs.

OH MY STARS.

He just kissed my forehead.

STOP TURNING RED, FACE!

You love him~ my mind told me.

Shut up or I'll make you.

I turned and laid on my back, feet touching the foot of the couch while my head rested on a pillow. Screw blankets.

I quickly fell into a dreamless sleep.

~¤ 3:29 AM ¤~

I heard the door swing open quietly, and opened my eyes slightly. Sans was standing in the doorway, stretching.

He shut the door behind him and stepped inside, sitting on the armrest of the couch. "Sans?" I said, my eyes now fully open. "Where were you?"

He screamed like a child, but then slapped his gloved hand over his mouth as to not wake Papyrus.

I giggled at him.

"o-oh, me? i was at..." He paused, as if he was trying to come up with a convincing lie. Then he sighed, deciding to tell the truth. "i was at grillby's, the club in town."

"Until three in the morning?" I blinked, rubbing my eyes to clear my vision.

"yup," he confirmed, popping the p.

"Oh... sounds... fun." I tapped my fingertips together. "Well then, I guess you can go to your room again so I can sleep." I yawned, making Sans yawn as a chain reaction. "It's three. I'm flipping tired."

"right, right. goodnight." He slowly walked up the stairs, as if he was disappointed about something, although I didn't know what.

"Night." I closed my eyes again, tired as heck.