Save Point (Sans x Reader)

Prologue

The medley of sounds from the busy city were drowned out by you turning up the volume of your car's radio. You adjust your rear-view mirror to see your child (S/N) sitting peacefully on the backseat, too distracted by the breakfast he was eating to notice you were staring at him. He seems excited by the lively expression he carries on his face and the way he scarfs down his food, without so much as taking a break to drink from his unopened juice pouch.

It takes you fifteen more minutes of driving to arrive at your destination. Your child had already finished his breakfast long ago, and he was currently halfway done with colouring a page of his book.

"Excited for your first day?" you ask, smiling at him after opening his side of the car doors.

He nods in response, a bright grin showing on his face. "Yeah! I can't wait to see what it's like."

You smile back at him and wait for him to pick up his backpack. He reaches out for your hand after making sure he had everything with him, following you to the entrance of the new school established by a former queen of whose name you were told was 'Toriel'. Though you were aware you had no reason to be nervous -- seeing as you weren't the one who would be starting over in a new place -- you couldn't brush off the feeling of anticipation when beginning to spot monsters left and right. Having lived most of your life at a quiet, peaceful town with a population of no more than a hundred people, you weren't used to seeing so many of them in one place.

(S/N), however, didn't seem to be having trouble with that aspect, already breaking free from your hold to run off with a pair of bunny children and one goat child. The group of four engaged in a quick game of tag while you were left to wait for the gates to open.

You look around you during your wait, being particularly entranced by a tall fish woman holding a child up in her muscular arms. The latter notices your staring and waves at you, an act which you return to avoid upsetting them or making them think you ignored them.

The more you look around, the more monsters your eyes seem to come across with. They varied from humanoid fires to multi-limbed spider people, your trouble with adjusting to the diversity of monsterfolk only intensifying with that observation.

You snap out of it when hearing the gates open, the vast sea of people that begin to walk into the premises making it hard for you to track down where your son had run off to. Your eyes jump from one person to another, finally stopping to see him conversing with a goat monster clipping the hedges set close to the school gates. The pair were occupied talking with each other, content looks showing on their faces.

"Come on, (S/N)," you call out, tilting your head downwards in a form of salute at the gentleman left in charge of trimming the plants. "You can't be late on your first day!"

He says his goodbyes to the goat monster and takes your hand again, excitement clear by the way he pulls you whenever you were walking too slow. You still couldn't shake off your awe at how different things were at the city, and your curiosity only grew when spotting a skeleton sweeping the hallways with a broom. You slow your walking pace in spite of your son's speed and pent up energy, catching a glimpse of the name tag on the skeleton's shirt. It read 'tutor & janitor' on it, another observation that only made things more confusing to you and exciting all the same.

It was most likely going to take a while for you to get used to this new lifestyle, though you were just as determined to go explore it.

Your alarm going off makes you jolt from your daydreaming, the sound in surprise that came out of your mouth making the skeleton -- Sans, from what you could read above his job titles -- look up at you with an arched eye socket. You look away from him in a haste and settle on checking your phone instead, holding back your frustration after reading you only had half an hour left before you arrived late to work.

The harsh reality of balancing work with having to drop off your kid at school fell on you right at that moment. You mutter a curse to yourself before hurrying the rest of the way to his classroom.

Breathless and near having a collapse, you arrive at the entrance door of your son's first class. You don't leave until you make sure he settles in well with the students and his homeroom teacher, waving goodbye before stepping out of the classroom.

You avoid parents and staff on your way back, engaging in a battle against time to prevent a tardy mark on your first day at the new job. From the looks of it, adjusting yourself to this brand new lifestyle was going to be harder than you thought.

You still had the determination to power through it though, and you weren't planning on letting frustration get the best of you just yet.