Save Point (Sans x Reader)

Chapter Six

(S/N) will be named 'Faust' from here on due to the survey results on Quotev!

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Third Person POV

Sans's Perspective

Sans tosses and turns in bed again, still finding himself unable to grasp how he ended up feeling that comfortable around Faust's parent. His mind still remembered how it all happened and felt, how their skin felt softer to the touch and how their eyes grew when having his skull lean closer to their face. It was hard for him to forget the face (Y/N) made -- quite like the time he pulled a prank on them, but with an entirely different context.

In need of counseling, he stands from the bed, not caring it was already eleven o'clock or that it was still a Thursday. The mere thought that he had to see their face tomorrow again only made him rush on leaving the house.

He picks up his well-worn jacket and wears it on the way out, being careful when closing the door to avoid waking Papyrus from his slumber.

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The contrast in temperatures makes him feel as if he entered another world in itself, the cool breeze of the city changing for a warm and cozy bar carrying the distinctive scent of fried food and alcoholic beverages. As usual, Grillby had left a stool specifically for him, one that kept him at the privacy of only a few people instead of the ruckus the tables for four made.

Sans sits down and orders a plate of fries. Then, he chats up with the couple sitting next to him while he waits for the bartender to return.

The jukebox shifts from jazz to blues while the minutes go by, his order arriving after a few minutes of wait. He stops his conversation with the couple to focus on the fiery monster walking towards him, finding himself at the urge to have someone of trust to talk about his recent troubles to.

“. . .” ("Did something happen? It's almost midnight.")

Grillby hands him a generous plate of fries and a bottle of ketchup aside. He directs a question only the couple sitting close by or Sans himself could manage to understand, the almost inaudible language Grillby used to communicate being rare for people to comprehend.

Noticing Grillby still waited for a response, Sans takes a small bunch of fries before beginning the conversation. As he does, he remembers just how shocked the human parent had been when they detached his hand from his wrist. He wonders what questions they could possibly have in regards to how a skeleton monster's digestive system worked. He was certain (Y/N) wouldn't believe him for a second if he told them his monster magic could disintegrate what he consumed.

"Earth to skeleton?" 

Sans is brought out of those thoughts by the duck monster calling out for him. He looks towards him and then back at Grillby, realizing he'd forgotten to answer his question with how far he dived into those thoughts. Clearing his non-existent throat, he shifts on his seat before speaking up.

"Something happened at work today, and I can't get it outta my head," he explains, a chuckle leaving his teeth. "It's really stupid, but I. . . got a little too close for comfort with the (mom/dad) of the kid I'm supposed to be teaching.”

“. . .” ("And why is that a bad thing?")

“I just don't feel too good about gettin’ that close to someone who barely divorced a year ago. I'm supposed to be a tutor for their kid, not their friend. A tutor doesn't go out for coffee with the kid's (mom/dad), and a tutor's not supposed to butt in when the kid gets detention. I'm only supposed to teach the kid and leave, but I'm always pulled in somehow.”

“. . .” ("That doesn't sound too strange. Is it because they're human?")

“It's not about them being human, Grillbs. It's more that it feels like I'm crossin’ a line I'm not supposed to.”

“. . .” ("You shouldn't think that way. I think it would be good for you to make friends with them -- whether you're a tutor or not.") 

Sighing, the skeleton rubs a hand against his forehead, trying to seek some calm.

“Welp. . . Thanks for the talk, pal," he speaks up, gazing down at his almost untouched plate of fries. “I don't know where I'd be if I didn't have an awesome bartender like you around. Hell, maybe tomorrow won't be as awkward as I'm expecting it to be.”

Finally, he focuses on finishing up his meal, a little more enthusiastic about returning home to bed now that he succeeded on clearing out some of his doubts. The friendship he feared forming with (Y/N) becomes clear to him after talking it out with Grillby, and he understands that the earlier proximity felt off due to how much he tried to avoid being close to them.

He didn't want to risk the reputation of tutors in the school by painting them out to be wolves who preyed on newly divorced or widowed parents. He wanted to keep a good and proper image for the school Toriel worked so hard to establish at the Surface -- At least, that was part of the reasons why he tried to keep his distance.

sorry for butting in today.

your kid looked sad on the way out of the office, real different from the kid i'm used to tutoring.

It's fine.

Thank you for looking out for him.

He stares at the reply for a few seconds, analyzing how different it was from previous messages. The human was much more formal in their typing and they cut to the chase with their response. Unlike previous conversations exchanged through quick text messages, (Y/N) didn't leave it open for any further replies.

He figured they would be feeling strange after that incident too, though he wasn't expecting a change like this.

Breaking his irises away from the phone screen, he looks at Grillby again and shows him the messages, in need of more guidance from the quiet yet wise bartender standing behind the counter.

“What does this mean?”

“. . .” ("You do realize you're worrying too much about all this, right? (Miss/Mister) (Y/N) is most likely still feeling strange about what happened between you. Just give it some time.")

Snickering, Sans shakes his head, the response he received from Grillby making him realize how much he overcomplicated the situation. It was a change he feared going through ever since Papyrus told him it was time for him to start making new friends and form new relationships besides the ones he already had down at the Underground. If it were up to him, he'd likely stay the same.

As he looks around the bar, however, it dawns on him. It dawns on him that -- besides Toriel, Grillby, and his own brother -- there wasn't any other relationship he could say was deep enough to rely on stuff like the moment he was experiencing now.