(Your POV)
You made it to 7:00 the time for the daily rush.
You waited about 30 minutes, but no one came through the door.
You heard screams and yells.
You peeked out your door only to see humans fighting the monsters.
Your eyes widened when you saw Toriel, Sans, and Papyrus.
You had to do something.
But without thinking, you ran out your door and infront of the monsters just as a human slashed their knife down.
You started bleeding from the wound, but it wasn't that bad.
Everyone looked at you.
People started calling your name and asking if you were ok.
You turned around and gave people a thumbs up as blood trickled down the side of your mouth.
Everyone saw this.
A human was about to slash at another monster, but you got in the way of that one too.
That one was deeper.
You turned to the monster you shielded.
It was Papyrus.
"O-o-oh, that one's gonna scar." You say as you put your arm over it.
Papyrus looked at you in awe.
Sans looked at you like you were a crazy person, which you were.
The humans stopped fighting once you got in the way.
They kind of just left you to die there.
Once they left everyone cheered for you.
You smiled, but fell to your knees.
Still caressing your wound you kind of just sat there.
The monsters then asked if you were ok.
"Yeah, I'm fine, I can handle this, I-I... I'm fine." You answer all of them.
"My child, you are not fine, you are bleeding out." Toriel said.
You stood up and smiled at her.
"Nothing I can't handle." You say with a shaky voice.
"but you can't handle that, kid." Sans says.
You stumble back.
"Come here, my child, I will heal you." Toriel says sweetly.
"But then you'd be tired." You say weakly.
You heard a few laughs, not like mocking, but genuine laughs.
"Y/n's usually the one helping people so she's not used to this." A monster says.
"Do not worry about me, my child." Toriel says.
You felt a tingly feeling course through your wounds.
She was healing you.
You heard her begin to pant.
"Sorry my child, I'm not as young as I used to be." Toriel complained sadly.
"i'll do it." You hear a low voice say.
Sans.
"No no, I'll be fine. I can handle the rest." You say still bleeding all over your self.
The monsters watched you with worried eyes. Some gave up, but others, like Sans, just wouldn't let you.
"c'mon, kid, even I wouldn't be able to handle that." Sans said.
Papyrus looked at him sadly.
"HE ONLY HAS ONE HP..." Papyrus says.
Your eyes widened and you looked at sans.
"Really?" You ask and he nods.
You finally gave in and let him heal you.
"Fine, you can heal me, but stop if you get tired." You say.
Sans made you sit down to get on his level.
He leaned you back with his arm.
He looked at you and smiled.
He started healing you.
His healing was different, it was gentle, not like Toriel's. Her's was strained and forced.
It was much quicker too.
"How do you know how to heal, Sans?" You hear Toriel ask.
"i learned for papyrus' sake. when he was younger, he got into all sorts of trouble." He answers his voice lower than usual.
Papyrus blushed.
"alright, i'm done." Sans says before leaning back.
You stand back up as he layed down.
You look at the crowd of monsters.
"Ok, umm... To my coffee shop?" You ask.
All the sudden there were cheers.
A fish lady with muscles ran up to you.
"THAT WAS TOTALLY EPIC!" She yelled.
Others yelled in agreement.
You laugh.
"Well, you know me, only doing good." You say with a shrug.
"Now c'mon, let's go drink some coffee.
You picked Sans up and tried to make him stand, but he fell asleep.
You smiled and just carried him bridal style.
He wasn't that heavy, in your opinion.
Probably because he was just bones minus the skin.
"Hey, Mr. Papyrus, could you get the door?" You ask.
"OF COURSE, MISS Y/N." He says as he grabbed the door and pulled it open.
"Thank you." You say as everyone walked in.
Everyone started talking about cool you were, you thanked them but you really couldn't take the compliments, so you went outside after the last order.
The fresh breeze was cool on your face.
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Simply Brewed Coffee (Sans X Reader)
Fanfiction(I'm new to this, so don't expect much) You were in your early twenties. You still are, but you feel much older. You worked in a humble coffee shop, it was all yours. You always have a scent of French vanilla on you, no matter how hard you try to cl...
