The Way of the Lost - (Underfell Sans x Reader) || Discontinued

~Chapter 8~

"Be thankful for today, because in one moment, your life can change."

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*(Y/n)'s POV*

The rain pattered on the window. The light peeked through your soft (F/c) curtains and onto you. It rained earlier this morning, so it brewed into a light thunderstorm. It was calming. The rumble of thunder and snoring behind you snatched you out of your calm thoughts.

Sans was laying there, chest on your back, perfectly spooning you because of his size with his large skeletal arms encasing you loosely. Chest lifting up and down in a slow pace for sleep against your back. You let out gentle gasp, surprised by the fact the he's in your room. In your bed. With you. Being half-asleep, you didn't think of it, but you shift around in his arms so you're facing him.

It's nice, calming. He is so warm too. You snuggle a bit closer to his chest, enjoying his scent which smelled of pine needles and a little mustard. He seems to hum a little more than usual. Probably just adjusting to your new position. Burying your face into his red sweater, you again close your eyes and fall back to sleep.

*Sans' POV*

I lightly wake up to shifting around. I open a socket and look down. (Y/n) was flipping over to face me. Her body pressing against mine. 

(Y/n) finally turns around and snuggles into my chest. I feel my SOUL pulling towards her, ferociously beating against my ribcage. I then pull her closer to me. I kiss her forehead and I too drift off to sleep.

~!Sometime Later!~

*(Y/n)'s POV*

You open your eyes with a yawn. The clouds were still there, but the sun was peeking through them. The raining had ceased. You look up from the red sweater to its wearer. Sans was staring down at you with half-lidded eye sockets, softly stroking your head tenderly combing your (H/l), (H/c) hair.

"mornin', sweetheart," he says, voice raspy. Seems he just woke up. You hum. "Morning, I think?"

You pull away and lazily look at the clock on the bedside table. 10:32 am. What's up with you waking up at this time? Why weren't you woken up by the alarm? Did Sans turn it off?

You actually didn't mind, you weren't thinking of going to work anyways. Not after that scarring nightmare. Turned on your back, you thoughtfully stare at the ceiling. The silence settled in between the both of you.

"care to share what happened earlier this morning," Sans' deep voice cut through the silence, which drew you out of your trance. You at up and faced him, which he does the same.

"O-oh, umm... I... I-i saw y-you," you pause, your mind flashes back to the horrible events that happened. "And Papy..." Eyes start to sting with tears trying to leap through.

"c'mon, doll, you can tell me anything, what happened to me and pap?" Sans quietly asked. You face him with teary eyes once again. 

"I watched you both get cut down," you say emotionlessly. His red pin-pricks fade, leaving barren black eye sockets. "I saw t-this kid, they looked l-like Frisk. But it  wasn't him... you died, Sans," You let out a sob. Sans' eyes return and he pulls you into a hug. You wrap your arms around him while he sets you in his lap.

"i think i know how to make you feel better," Sans says. "And what is that?" you ask, tilting your head. "just get dressed and i will show you."

You get off and usher him out of the room to get dressed. Closing your door, you rush over to the dresser, put on black leggings and a (F/c/2) sweater over your (F/c) tank top you were already wearing. You then walk out of your room and down stairs. Sans was sprawled all over the couch downstairs with the Tv on with his eye sockets closed. His body almost took up the entire couch.