Take Me Home ((SANS X OC))

Chapter 3

"Hey, kid," Sans's voice broke through Regan's subconscious the next morning, drawing her out of dreamland and back into reality. "Rise 'n shine."

Her caramel brown eyes fluttered open at the sound of his baritone voice, and she was met with the skeleton leaning over the bed with a hand on her shoulder and a set of new clothes tucked under his arm. She rolled over onto her back at the sight of him, and shined him a sleepy smile whilst sitting up.

"Sleep good?" He asked, trying to suppress a chuckle as he watched Regan gaze drowsily around the room.

"Sure did." She nodded, turning to him again and brushing her fingers through her short hair.

"Great," Sans beamed, and — seeming to remember that he had clothes tucked between his arm — handed them out to her. "I ran down to the shop and snagged you new duds. There's bandaids in the bathroom for your forehead, and I figured I could give 'ya a tour of Snowdin while my brother's out at his post."

"You're the generous type, I see." Regan pointed out, smiling despite herself as she placed her new outfit in her lap.

"It's like I said last night," Sans reminded, running his hand over his skull. "You were just tryin' to save a kid when you fell down here."

"Well," Regan said, drawing the covers away and hanging her legs off the edge of the mattress. "Thanks a million. I really appreciate it."

All Sans did in reply was wink as he left her in peace. Regan took the clothes Sans had bought her and unfolded the grey sweater that was definitely too big, but she discarded her T shirt and put it on anyway. Her brown pants — that somehow ended up with a hole in the knee — were kicked off and replaced by a pair of light washed jeans, and she secured the belt she had on previously around her waist. Her glasses were situated on her nose, and she pulled a layer of her brown hair half up; securing it with a hair tie.

Regan snatched her book bag off the back of the desk chair and made her way downstairs, where Sans already waited for her on the sofa, clicking through channels on the TV aimlessly. He perked up once he noticed her, and quickly stood up whilst grabbing a blue hoodie — which was identical to the one he already had on — off the back of the couch.

"Hey," he greeted, holding out the jacket to her as she approached. "It's pretty cold outside, so I grabbed you this."

Regan took it and nodded in thanks, and didn't resist as Sans helped her put it on. She followed him out of the house and into the brisk morning air, and was grateful for Sans thinking ahead for her sake. It was strange to think that she had just met him the previous night, it felt as if she's known him for years.

Sans led her around the small town, pointing out places of interest — like the Library with the misspelt sign and a bar he liked to go to called Grillby's. He showed her the tiny shop he went to to grab her new clothes, and the Inn he saved her from staying at that was apparently impossible to sleep in. A few wandering eyes followed Regan as she was toured around Snowdin, but — as Sans promised — he kept an eye socket out for her; advising her to stay close to him for good measure.

"So," Regan began as they strolled, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "What's your brother's name?"

"Papyrus," Sans replied quickly, sounding glad to speak about his younger brother. "Most call him Pap, though. You'll love him, he's a little spazzy, but he's a big softie."

"Does he look like you?"

"Ehh," the skeleton shrugged. "He's way taller, slimmer lookin', and wears a costume we made for a Halloween party a few weeks back. He hasn't taken it off since then."