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

~Chapter 25~

"Don't try to change yourself to please others."

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I might put some language in here, this somehow needed to sound like the Edgy skele so I needed some... colorful language. So please excuse that!

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*Sans' POV* (I'mma change these POV's to a 3rd POV-ish)

Sans woke up to mumbling. Incoherent sounds or broken words. When he opened his eye sockets, he stiffened. Leaning next to him was your shaking, mumbling form. Blushing, his mind raced as what he should do.

'what should i do?' He wondered aimlessly. An idea popped into his mind. As carefully as he could, to not disturb you,  he took off his jacket and draped it over your form. Your shaking had ceased, much to his pleasure, but you seem to snuggle closer to his jacket, still mumbling in your sleep. Sans' blush intensified as his soul ached. But a good kind of ache.

What were you doing to him?

Ever since he laid his eyes (lights) on you, he... well, liked you. No- scratch that, loved. But of course, he kept thinking you were obviously oblivious. Never in his life had he ever been this attracted to someone than you. But, you were human. An interspecies relationship between the two of you seemed impossible.

 Yet.

But, he thought that would be shameful. He was a bit self-conscious. What would people think if he were to go out with you-?

'stop,' He quickly told himself. That seems to be a question he will ask himself forever; What are you doing to him? He turned his head to glance at you. No one in his life made him feel this way until you came along. At least he felt... something.

Sans doesn't understand it. Every time you're around, he can feel his soul tug towards you. He frowned in frustration. His soul wanted you. Needed you.  He had only one explanation that could explain this sensation. 

That you were his soulmate. 

No matter the timeline. It made sense. Well, a little. The fact that you probably hadn't gotten the "side-effects" of being near your soulmate, yet, made him a tiny bit disappointed. The corners of his "lips" tugged up into a smile and a half-lidded expression painted his expression as he thought of that.

The thought of him being soulmates with you, a beautiful, absolutely stunning person (a fucking goddess, he'd say to himself) made him feel so... important. Sure, he felt small, useless, or felt like the scum of the earth around you, but you were amazing. It made him feel amazing and wanted. 

That sounded good. Appeasing. The image of you and him, together, made him feel whole. But, his smile quickly fell.

Soulmates are a real thing, at least to Monsters. Monsters honored the idea of soulmates like it's a religion since it was a serious thing. Humans have seemed to forget about it. How would you react if he told you, again?

'it doesn't matter, it's all gonna reset anyways,' Sans thought disappointedly. It seemed that every time the gang went to this wedding, it'll be so perfect. So good. Fun. Until it all goes to shit. 

The kid would reset, leaving everyone's minds scrambled before being completely erased. Then every Monster, who had wished to feel what the sun felt like for so long, would be shoved back into the mountain. 

Everyone would forget everything, except for Sans, himself, who would wake back up in Snowdin. Greeting his severe insomnia and depression back. Always thinking; 'what's the point anyway?'