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

~Chapter 16~

"'Past is Past.' It's okay to look back. But never hold back."

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(F/sm)- Favorite Smell

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*(Y/n)'s POV*

You forgot to get a towel. How are you going to dry off without one? Wait forever and let the air dry you off? Nah, that takes too long. There is no linen closet in the bathroom, or extra towels hanging on the towel bar.

You walk over to the door, clutching your areas and crack open the door and peek out. You see Sans sitting at the couch with his eye sockets stuck on the Tv screen.

"Sans?" You call out.

"yeah?" Sans responds, switching his gaze from the Tv to you. His eye sockets widen while a red hue dusted his cheekbones. His mouth curved in an awkward smile, the golden tooth reflecting light from the Tv.

"Uhhh, c-can you get a towel for me?" You bashfully ask. The blush intensifying again. 'AHH! This is so embarrassing!' You thought while staring at the floor, face palming.

"y-yeah, hold up," Sans replies. You then quickly shut the door and back up waiting for him.

A moment later, knock rings out in the bathroom and you go up the the door and crack it. You stick your hand out while hiding behind the door. You feel textured fabric graze your fingers and you snatch it and reel it in the bathroom then slam the door, locking it.

'Phew,' you sigh and wrap yourself in the red colored towel. "if ya want, y'can go change in my room, s'on the left as you walk out," Sans says through the door. "there's clothes on my bed to change into if ya want," He adds.

"Okay," You reply and wait a little bit before leaving. After two minutes of silence you turn around, grab your previous clothing and open the door. You watch how the steam that built up in the bathroom billow out like clouds over mountains as you exit the room. You turn to the left and walk to a door and open it.

The walls were painted a faded reddish-brown and the carpet color is a brown/grey. But, OH, this room is messy. You like it. Reminds you of home. You see an unneat pile of folded clothes on a mattress that layed on a nice, simple brown frame in the right corner of the room. You close the door behind you for privacy and continue to the bed and grab the top layer of clothes that was stacked on it.

It's one of Sans' red sweaters, along with a pair of black basketball shorts. You notice that the shorts are smaller than Sans' original ones, so you guess they were shorts from when he was younger. You put them on, they fit perfectly. Not too tight nor baggy.

You put on the sweater. It's pretty big since the collar droops down a bit, revealing more of your chest than you like. You pull it's collar up more. The sleeves are too long and go pat your hands, but you like oversized sweaters anyway. You turn your face and see a very large body length mirror. You gaze at yourself and admire the cothing choice. Dang, not bad for a girl yourself, eh? You look nice.

You walk out of the room with your dirty clothes and close the door behind you. You look around but see no laundry basket anywhere.

"Hey, Sans, where is the laundry basket... hamper thingy? So I can wash my clothes..." You ask trailing off then turning toward the second floor railing that looked over the living room and dining room.

"ya can just put it in here," A deep voice says behind you, causing you to yelp. This time, you bring your hand up and hit a rock-hard object. Pain shoots through your hand and you screech again. 

"AHH! FLIPPING PENQUIN! OW OW OW! OH MY GOSH! I'M SO SORRY!" You say as you turn around to see Sans rubbing his bony chin, laughing.

"It's not funny!" You pout, crossing your arms and looking away from the skeleton that was holding a basket. The far door of the hallway opens.

"HEY! SHUT YOUR MOUTHS! I'M TRYING TO SLEEP!" Papyrus shouts from his bedroom door. You and Sans' eyes widen in realization and look to the source of the shout, you mutter a sorry and Sans shrugs doing the same. "YOU BETTER BE!" He replies, slamming his door shut and an audible locking sound was heard.

"Uhh..." You start.

"uhhh-?" Sans prompts.

"Uhh- I should go to sleep! Yeah... Yeah! I will put my clothes in here," You say, taking the basket from his hands and hastly put your clothes in it. 

You turn on your heel and march down the staircase. You set the basket down at the foot of the steps and you continue to the couch, which you sit on and begin to glue your eyes on the Tv screen.

"Imma sleep on the couch!" You declare from your sitting spot. "okay, lemme give ya a blanket and pillow," Sans responds while turning around and disappearing.

Wait-!

How-?

Wha...? 

How did he do that?

Oh, right.

Maaaggiiccccc~ *Jazz Hands*

He reappears at the foot of the staircase, carrying a white pillow and a red blanket. He walks over to you and hands them to you. You place the pillow on one side of the couch while laying down and placing the blanket over your body and snuggle into the fabric.

Ahhh... It smells nice, like (F/sm).

"Thank you, Sans," You say, looking at him with one eye. "yer welcome, I guess I'll just go to bed too." He sighs, scratching the back of his neck. Bone scratching against bone sounds really weird. But you don't mind.

You seem to not mind many things. Are you numb from previous events? Or are you just too tired to care?

Anyway, you wish Sans a good night, and he wishes a good night to you back then disappears. Teleportation? I think so.

You again snuggle into the (F/sm) scented blanket and drift off into a deep sleep.

Totally not disturbed by anything or being watched by anyone...

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A/n

heyy

i am getting over my sickness! yaya! this is a shorter chappie but i have something in store for the next one...

mwah hahahahah!~

this was so awkward to write, ehhk

anyways

thank you so much for reading, and see you whenever i update again!

*Queen OUT*