Dedication (Underfell Sans x FemaleElf!Reader)

The Truth, or Judgment Will be Mine

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   I'm getting nervous, and try to stay calm under the skeletons soul-crushing glare, "What do you mean, 'the truth'?" I have to choose my words carefully, "that is the truth, monster medicine and human medicine mixed together has very strong healing properties, Okay?" This was the truth, or at least part of it, because the leaves in the potion was used by humans to ease burns, and the spices that I had obtained from a spider-like monsters bake shop could instantly restore HP, so technically speaking, I was being honest. Sans narrows his eyes, and sits forwards resting his elbows on his knees. I look at his skull and see that the crack was almost gone. This was going to be tough. "Hey, Sans, I have to clean the medicine off you're skull." I say. Sans is now scowling at me as he says, "don't try any sh*t, kay'?" I nod, and get a damp towel from the kitchen. As I sat next to Sans on the couch, he reeled away from me like I had a disease, "Sans, it's okay, I'm not going to hurt you." He seemed to be searching my eyes for any hint of lying. He broke eye contact and scooted closer, turning around so I could see, and sitting cross legged, shoulders hunched, seemingly sulking. I rub the towel against the crack, and Sans freaked, "OW, GOD DA**IT, THAT F**KING HURT!" I knew what face I was making. The emoticon goldenrod face of disappointment (-_-). I sigh, "I'm sorry, Okay?", "do you want to do it?" Sans grunts and snatches the towel from my hand, wincing while trying to clean the potion off his skull. I get up from the couch, and walk across the room, "Hey, where ya' going?" Sans demands, obviously p*ssed off. I I smirk at the sight of  Sans struggling to clean the gunk off. I restrain from laughing, and calmly say,"I'm going to get you some pain killers, just give me a minute." He grunts, and I head to the bathroom and look in the cabinets. I finally find the pain killers when I hear a loud bark, then a hiss. Holy frick frack, what was that? I jump up, running to the living room, panicked. I enter the living room, and see the funniest. Thing. Ever. Sans was on top of the couch, on all fours, and was hissing at Anjo, who was running around the coffee table, barking. I laughed, and caught the erratic puppy before he jumped on the couch. Sans got down from the couch, and sat down, staring at Anjo. "What is that thing?", "It looks like a dog, but it TALKS." I stopped laughing, and gave Sans a confused look. He can understand Anjo? But I thought only I could understand him... I put the squirming ball of fur on the couch, and Sans reels from him, looking really confused. "Sans, its okay, Anjo is just a dog... see?" I pet Anjo on the head, who gives me a confused look and says, "Did I do something wrong" I pick Anjo up and sit down, setting him on my lap, "you didn't do anything wrong, you just got excited, its okay... just don't talk in front of anybody except me, okay? " Anjo puts his head on his paws, and groggily says, "Okay" and falls asleep. I look at Sans, who looks surprised, a little mad, and something else. Sans looks at me, really, looking at me, and says "What ta' h*ll are you?" I was squirming, and trying to use the sleeping puppy's scruffy neck fur as a stress reliever. "um, I, uhh... crap." I say, while trying to get off the couch, Sans suddenly gets his I'm-super-p*ssed-off-for-no-reason look, and grabs me by my shirt front and pulls me slightly closer, "I asked you a question, what are you?" I pulled back, and sigh, "I cant lie out of this one, can I?" Sans nods, and says threateningly, "I can tell when people are lyin', so don't, or your gonna regret it." Monsters can do that? I stare at my hands. Do I tell him the truth? Or only part of it?