Sansest Oneshots!

Fell x Classic

Sans sighed and looked around his dirty room for one last time. His timeline was being deleted and some kid came to rescue him. 

All he needed to do was think of the omega timeline, whatever that was, and open a door. And tada, he's safe forever.

He's going to be the only survivor. It's sad, really. But, Papyrus would have wanted him to go on... 

Sans sighed and opened his bedroom door, thinking of this weird 'Omega timeline' that this greyscale child told him about. For other survivors like him. I wonder if there's going to be an edgy me? Sans thought to himself and chuckled. Of course, there's not.

Sans took a step into what appeared to be a white void filled with people that looked like him and... Papyruses... Plus there were a lot of Frisks...

Chara.

Sans shivered at that name.

The child suddenly appeared in front of him. "Hi, Classic!" They greeted cheerfully. 

Classic? His name is Sans.

"We're just going to call you Classic because... Well, you are the classic version of the Sanses." The child said happily and called out to everyone, who gathered around him. "Wowee! You look just like me! Mweheheh!" One short one called out, making Classic stare in confusion. 

"That is Blue, the swap version of you. And the one with the orange jacket is Orange."Core Frisk explained carefully. "uhm, the Chara in this place-" Sans' eye sockets turned dark. 

"What." He turned his head to a frightened Chara hiding behind Orange. "Hey, buddy. This human isn't here to hurt you. They're like your... frisk." He spat out the word with venom as if Frisk could hurt someone!

"Right." The white pinpricks returned in his eyes as he looked around at the crowd, his eyes immediately catching onto the...

Oh my asgore.

The edgy Sans. 

"That is the fell version of you that we call Fell. And the papyrus who we call Red." Core explained as Fell glared at the lazy skeleton. "What the fu(n)k do you want." He growled. 

They all stared at Fell as the quacking sound filled the curse word. "What?! Motherfunker! Shiz! THE FUNK?!" They all laughed. 

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It has been a few... Months since Classic has met the edgy skeleton, and he knew a lot about him. They're like best friends, surprisingly. Sans even saved Fell from getting a beating from his brother. It's really unfair to Sans how Red could treat him like that. To be honest, Classic had a little crush on Fell. VERY LITTLE. Well, to him. >U0

"Hey, Fell!" Classic called out and walked up to the skeleton who was drinking mustard. "Wha- oh, hey classic." 

Was Fell blushing?

"Wanna go met Ink?" Sans froze. Ink? Was that another evil person or some new survivor. Things to Sans were a lot more complicated. "He's pretty much like a fucking god to everyone." Fell then proceeded to complain about Ink. 

Classic didn't care. He only stared at Fell and noticed how deep his bags under his eyes were. "And he alway-" Classic mad him stop complaining by placing a hand on one of his bags. "When was the last time you slept?" Classic stared at the edgy-him and he stared back, surprised. 

"I-uh..." Fell then sighed loudly and said, "Well, screw it. I can't sleep." Classic just chuckled and said, "Yeah, kinda know about that. Why?" Fell just looked away and mumbled something.

"What?" Classic saw that the redness spread across his face in embarrassment. "I-I've been having nightmares, Sans." Classic sighed and said, "What were they about?" Fell froze. 

"I keep standing on a cliff and watch as someone I..." Fell sighed and continued, "Someone I love gets thrown off the cliff. And I watch that like it's nothing. I-I-" Fell couldn't hold back the tears...

Sans hugged him as Fell gripped onto the other for dear life, quietly crying... "Who was the one you love? Was it your papyrus?" Fell just looked up and said, "It was you, dumbass."

Classic froze. 

Holy shit.

Classic sighed and said, "Wow, that was a great confession, Fell." He only heard a muffled, "Shut up." As his response. 

"I love ya too, you dork."