Save Point (Sans x Reader)

Extra #5: Choice #3 Results

Choice A

Confront him

You decide to confront him about the note. Still in your underwear, you begin dressing up as quickly as you're able to and check yourself in the mirror once before stepping out of the guest room.

The exit leads to a hall with a few potted plants set next to each door. You turn to your left and arrive at a small living room composed of a reclining chair, a couch, a coffee table, and a bookcase. Sans is sitting on the couch with a small pile of papers set on one side, a briefcase in the other, and a pen in hand. He's facing down at a piece of paper, busy correcting it with blue marks, though he stops when he hears you enter the room.

"Hey," you call out, directing a small wave at him.

"Headin' out already?" Sans asks, setting the papers down on the table in front of him.

"Yeah, I. . ." you trail off, taking another step into the room as you decide whether to truly approach him or not. "I just. . . came to say goodbye."

Sans lets out a breath through his nose cavity as his smile loosens up at the sides. He stands up and stretches his bones, appearing more relaxed once he does so.

"You read the letter, didn't ya?" he asks, playfulness in his tone.

"I might've," you reply, refusing to acknowledge the taunt behind those words. You approach the monster and close off the distance left between you, though you stop when you get too close to his face.

As if taking note of your doubt, Sans stands to close off the remaining height difference and presses his teeth against your cheek, his left hand finding its way to the back of your head to keep you still while the other stays back. He lets go not long after that, the bold, shameless expression on his face making you wish you could wipe it away.

"I'd take you out right now if I could. Did anyone ever tell you how smokin' you look in a suit?"

Stunned, you blink once at his words, mind incapable of registering them in order to make sense of them. Of all the things you were expecting from him, this was really not one of them. Refusing to accept those words as his own, you look around for any possible accomplice and catch Frisk peeking in from the kitchen door. They notice and hide as quickly as you spot them.

"What can I say, (Y/N)? The kid's good at this stuff -- They even made a frog blush once with their compliments."

You want to say something, but you're cut short by your phone's alarm ringing. It marks four twenty-five when you pick it up, hurrying you to make way to the bus stop. In a race against time, you say your goodbyes and thank both people present for their help -- Frisk for the chocolate, and Sans for taking you in.

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Choice B

Dismiss the note

You dismiss the note, any possible happiness you could obtain from it perishing when you remember what Sans said during your argument. Though those written words reached your heart, you couldn't accept them wholeheartedly without thinking about the situation you were in. There was still the obstacle of his sentence keeping you from getting anywhere further than you had. Giving into those thoughts, you crumple the note into a ball and throw it away into the paper bin nearby, incapable of looking back at it when you finish getting dressed and exit the guest room.