Broken and Fixed - (Reader x Sans)

Ch. 10 ~ Getting Help

"What do you mean you lost her?!" Undyne yelled. Sans sighed as regret and annoyance lit up his pupils.

"i mean, we were on the mission, then she went after the dealer, wit' out my order, and got herself caught." He answered with an upset tint in his deep voice.  Chara clenched her teeth tightly together.

"Stars, she really wasn't kidding, then." Chara blew a breath and slumped her shoulders, looking down. Sans furrowed where his eyebrows would be, a frown growing on his face in confusion.

"kiddin' about what exactly?" He asked her, still panting.  He felt like he was in the dark.  What had you told her?  Chara looked back up to him with disgust sprinkled in her red irises.

"She said you told her that you wouldn't have cared if she died.  She said you told her you wouldn't care if she died on the next mission.  I guess you really meant it.  You're still putting blame on her for getting caught." Chara mumbled the last part. Sans felt his soul drop to the pit of his stomach, and waves upon waves of regret crashed over him.

Is that what you were thinking that moment?  That they wouldn't go to get you?

"i... i do really care... is the problem i've got.  it wasn't 'er fault that the dealer's magic was... more powerful... than i expected." Sans admitted reluctantly, closing his sockets as he finally got the words out.

"ya know, kiddo," Sans sniffed weakly. "ya don't gotta keep listenin' ta my bitchin'." This received a heartfelt chuckle from you.

"I want to. I'm your friend, Sans. Friends help each other. Keep talking." You made comforting circular motions with your hand on his back as he held you in an embrace.

These were the moments Sans and you enjoyed together. The moments where you'd listen to him and he wasn't a total dickface to you.

"i'm sorry ya haf'ta deal with me, kiddo. i know i'm an asshole t' ya an—"

"Stop apologizing, please." You cut him off, but it wasn't rude. It was assuring, and Sans' soul heated up with an emotion he hadn't been familiar with. He thought he knew what it was, but he wasn't entirely sure if he was right.

Then he opened them again, focusing on the floor and avoiding eye contact. "i need ya guys' help t' get 'er back. we haf'ta go t' another club and find out the details of the drug lord."

"To get who back?" Toriel asked obliviously and looked to everyone in the room.  Sans sucked in a breath of air, freezing as beads of sweat formed on his skull and rolled down.  His soul thumped fearfully in his chest for her reaction, but he knew he'd have to tell her at some point.  He just didn't want to right now.  But he couldn't lie to Toriel—no, that would be the worst he could do.  Even after he broke the promise, he couldn't lie about it.

"we haf'ta get... (y/n)." He felt his shoulders slump, and he looked to Toriel's eyes with the most regret and shame he'd ever felt overcome him.  His pupils were still illuminated white lights, but they were glowing with guilt.  Toriel's smile shattered, twisting immediately into a frown. Her glare was so deadly that Sans was surprised he was still alive.

"What happened to (Y/N)?" Toriel probed, her voice vexed. Her calm demeanor contradicted with the lethal daggers she shot as Sans with her glare. Sans gulped.

"she got caught on our mission, tori. i... i lost her." Sans sighed, defeat engulfing his expression. "she might be dead as we speak."

"No, not dead. Tortured, most likely, but not dead." Gaster interrupted, cutting through the heavy tension in the room. Sans felt the guilt and dread swarm in his soul, plucking and twinging at it painfully.