While working on the machine, Sans receives a text message from an unsaved number.
It first starts out on one slow night that quickly evolves into eagerly waiting for a message from this unknown person.
Sans is cautious but he can't help but feel...
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˚₊·͟͟͟͟͟͟͞͞͞͞͞͞➳❥ act i | wrong number
˚₊·͟͟͟͟͟͟͞͞͞͞͞͞➳❥ act ii | the surface
˚₊·͟͟͟͟͟͟͞͞͞͞͞͞➳❥ act iii | heart in hand
˚₊·͟͟͟͟͟͟͞͞͞͞͞͞➳❥ act iv | take me to the moon
──────✱*.｡:｡✱*.:｡✧*.｡✰*✧*.｡:✱────── Summary: in which sans receives a unknown text message. Story note(read!): sans/reader, the underground, Undertale, sciency things, mentions of resets, amnesia(can you call it that??), the machine, the surface, post-pacifist run, monsters, monster heat👀, Rated M!!!, pictures, sans upgrades his phone to see, steamy shit will happen, phone sex probably, strangers to friends to FWB, FWB to lovers?, the barrier, slow build?? Kinda?? Alphys and Undyne shIPS, Sans can't text for shit,
Oop humanity has no racism to monsters bc this will be purely flUFF with a side of SMUT PROBABLY, although there will be Monsterphobia uwu. STEAMY CHAPTERS WILL BE ASTERISKS! ──────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────
11:52PM • Unknown ID xxx-xxx-xxxx My GoD, CAN YOU BELIEVE THAT—
The bell indicating he received a message was so sudden that he couldn't help but flinch. dropping the wrench with a loud chatter and sparks flew from the machine's wires. Sans cursed loudly and immediately went to unplug the massive machine to avoid another fire incident - the fire squad' have his non-existing ass if he managed to set another flame.
Sitting back, he ran his bony palm over his bare skull. The tape that was holding up the protective goggles coming loose and handing awkwardly as he ripped them off and spun around the chair, his eye lights trained on the slow flash of his phone. He watched as it brightened then dulled in a yellow hue.
Taking a glance towards the clock, his brow bones furrowed lightly. Paps should have been asleep by now - unless if it was Alphys, he knew how the scientist worked. Often times going into the AM if she thought she was going through a breakthrough.
A light blue tongue manifested in his maw, licking his teeth as he scooted over to the device. Picking it up and switched it on. To his utter surprise, it was an unsaved number.
The ring and buzz almost made him drop the device but with his magic, he managed not to shatter it, as another message came through. Although slower than before.
