Undertale Boiz x Reader

Day of the Dead [Sugar!Sans x Reader]

Last request for our lovely requestor SIColorsOfTheRainbow. Have I told you to check out her profile yet? No? Huh, go do that. Then read her books. Trust me they are WAY better than this. Also she gave me advice on the character and implied what I should do for the story. But NOPE I had a plan. So get ready for a STORYTIME! 

WARNING!!! This may be culturally wrong and the language may be off a little bit. I'm sorry for future inconvenience. Some google translate was used in the making of this fanfic.

You smile and finished up the last of the decorations. Your town was going to celebrate the day of the dead with a big festival and your mother happened to be part of the planning committee. It didn't matter anyway, decorating was fun!

You finished the last of the banner and climbed down the ladder, smiling to yourself. Your skirt hemmed your knees when you steadied yourself on the stone floor of the plaza. Perfecto! Perfect The decorations looked muy bueno! Very good!

You admired your work until you felt a tap on your shoulder. You spun around, your skirt flowing with you. Nothing. That was really odd. You were extremely confused when you felt another tap at your shoulder. 

You whipped around again, only to meet face to face with one of the sugar skulls, similar to the decorations your mother and company were hanging up, but with the rest of the skeleton attatched. It had clothes on too. It didn't look like a prop. Que extranõ. How odd.

"Hewwo miss. How are yous?"

The skelleton was missing both front teeth and had no replacements. His design was very simple yet unique. Something you'd love To see more frequently. You couldn't help but smile at the skeleton.

"Hola, cómo estás?" Hello, how are you?

You greeted him happily. He looked slightly confused at your vibrant reaction to seeing him, but had a smile grow over his jawline when he realized there was no hostility or fear. You didn't know skeletons could smile.

"Muy bein! Y usted?" Very good! And you?

"Excellente! Gracias!" Excellent! Thank you!

You couldn't belong but grin around the sugar skeleton. He also knew your native tongue so thst was always a welcome thing around here. Lots of Americans and tourists around here who don't know a lick of Spanish. 

You and the skeleton kept talking, having fun, and sharing things about yourselves. The skeleton was named Sans and he came from somewhere called the underground. It was underneath Mount Ebott in America and he came here learning about the Day of the Dead and because he wasn't  fan of Halloween and other American traditions. Those pesky Americans. (Like me).

That was when you had the brilliant idea. You took out your phone and put on some music. Latin music. Vibrant music. You listened for a minute and out the volume way up, setting it on a nearby table. You extended a hand to Sans.

"Bailar conmigo?" Dance with me?

He hesitated for a moment before taking your extended hand.

"Sí!" Yes!

And then you both started dancing your cares away, having fun, and enjoying the music. But it was very short lived when your Mother's friend, who just so happened to be one of those American tourists who moved here after making friends, saw you.

"(YOUR NAME) (MIDDLE NAME) (LAST NAME) WHAT THE HECK IS THAT!?"

She shrieked, pointing to Sans. You both froze and looked at eachother. You cleared your throat to remember to speak in English.

"Ma'am, this is Sans! He's a Sugar Skeleton."

"GET AWAY FROM THAT FREAK!!! We need to get you home NOW!!!"

She was obviously freaked out. Sans looked a little saddened by this. You placed a hand on your shoulder and looked at your mother's friend.

"Mama won't mind if I stay a little longer."

"I SAID NOW!!!

You snapped.

"You are not my Mama! You can't tell me what to do! Perra! Bitch!"

She gasped, even though she didn't know what the word meant. She obviously ran off to go tells your mother what happened. You were practically baring your teeth and hissing at her like a black pussy cat. You sighed and turned to sans.

"Sorry."

"It's fwine."

Back to english. You sighed. You stand down on the stone, your skirt flooding over your legs. You turned off the music. Sans, now pitying you, sat down next to you.

"Gracias." Thank you.

You didn't even bother switching back to English. Sure, Spanish was easier, but you didn't feel like speaking Spanish.

"For what?"

Sans seemed to think the same thing.

"Standing up for me."

You giggled and leaned on his collarbone.

"What are amigos friends for?"

Then your mom came over. Oh boy....

This sucked my bad.

~Eva