Beginnings (Sans x Reader) [DISCONTINUED]

Another bonus thing because hey why not

(not part of the story although I might do something with it later)

You were at Undyne's house, which apparently was built as an exact replica of her house in the Underground. When asked why, Undyne would sweat nervously and mumble something about an... author being... lazy? You brushed it off, instead electing to help make tea.

You're cut off on your way over to where Undyne is standing with the tea kettle. Quite literally. She is holding a spear. Pointing it at your throat. Okay.....????

"NGAHHHH!!! You can't HELP make the TEA!!!! YOU'RE my GUEST!!!!"

You calmly push the spear away, and release a humorless chuckle. 

"You dare challenge my POLITENESS?!" You say, matching her tone of conviction, feeling challenged.

"HA!! YOU PROBABLY  DON'T EVEN KNOW PROPER TABLE ETIQUETTE!!!!"

"OH REALLY?????? THEN I, THE KINDA WEIRD BUT POLITE AS HECK Y/N, CHALLENGE YOU TOO A- oh look the tea is ready."

"Oh thanks, I'll be just a second." She grabs two mugs from a cupboard, sets them on a tray as well as the teapot and other necessary equipment. She carries the tray over to the table, only to pause in shock as she sees you are already sat with your ankles crossed and your hands in your lap. 'Dang shes polite', Undyne thinks.

She narrows her eyes and continues walking, setting down the tray and sitting down herself. 

"Please, continue" 

"Hmm? Oh yes!" You shift a little and clear your throat. "As I was saying: I HEREBY CHALLENGE THEE TO A POLITENESS... CONTEST... THINGY...." You didn't think that sentence through. Oh well the author already typed it. 

"I ACCEPT, OF COURSE! BUT WE NEED A JUDGE..."

"did someone say Judge?" *applause soundtrack* 

"Sans what the heck why are you in my house."

"tsk tsk tsk... that was pretty unpolite of you, 'dyne. one might even say... rude."

Undyne stiffens. "I-I mean... GREETINGS good friend! You are ALWAYS  welcome in my house, uhm... would you like some tea?"

"why yes." Sans sits himself down upon the piano. Because he can.

Undyne tries not to wince at his actions and turns to reach for the kettle... only to find that YOU are already pouring the tea... into YOUR mug! How selfless! How polite!

You smile sweetly at Undyne. You turn to Sans and say in your most innocent voice: "One lump or two, dear?" 

It seemed both Sans and Undyne are stunned by your sudden use of an endearing term. Sans because he liked it a little too much, and Undyne because of the incredible strategy at play here. 

"t-two" You stir in the sugar and get up to deliver the beverage to the beloved Judge, only to be pushed down my Undyne. She snatches the tea, saying "Oh no, let me!" with a satisfied smirk. You don't show any signs of being unnerved, which only made Undyne hesitate for a second.

Undyne carefully brings the tea over to Sans, smiling. 

"thanks."

"Oh, it's really nothing!"

"hmm. hey look what's y/n doing?"

Undyne whirls around to find you stirring a cup of tea. It's Undyne's mug. You continue to smile.

"Here you are, Undyne! I went ahead and fixed your tea for you, with one lump of sugar, just how you like it!" 

999999 damage! It seems being furthermore selfless in this situation, as well as remembering a small comment Undyne made FOREVER ago has rendered Undyne speechless! So speechless, she can't muster up a proper thank you! Sans shakes his head, disappointed by Undyne's incompetence. How rude!

You WON! 

Sans' Judgement is final, and Undyne collapses in pure shock. Your smile grows. 

You set the tea down carefully, get up, and leisurely approach Undyne. You bend over slightly, a victorious glint in your eyes. 

"It's ok, Undyne! I'm happy to assume the role of host while you're incapable! I'll take care of these dishes as well!"

You kneel down, your sickly sweet smile slipping off. 

"Don't ever challenge me again." you whisper, just loud enough for her to hear. (Little do you know, Sans manages to hear it anyways, but chooses not to... well... challenge you.)