Faint Memories {G! Sans X Reader}

𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝙵𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚎𝚗

'Any Ideas?'

Quickly turning around someone comes into my view. "Y-You?" I ask completely out of breath, "the one and only.." they reply with a grin. My eyes start to water, "SIMON!" I cry out laughing while picking him up in a big hug. He smiles and laughs patting my back to let me know it's time to give him air. "Hayo squirt! How's life eh?"
"It's fine! Rough edges here and there..and an obnoxiously nice, rude skelly" i mumble the last part but OF COURSE Simon heard me. "Skelly? What does that mean? Wait..don't tell me your da-!"
"NO! SIMON NO!" I yell knowing what he was going to say.
"Aw come on squirt! You gotta get back in the ring and knock em dead!" He says whilst putting his hands up in a boxing position, moving his feat like a boxer would.
"Oh Simon you poor soul, if I knock em dead I wouldn't be able to date them dummy, though your plan sounds like just what I'm looking for!" I speak back happily. Simon starts to sweat.
"W-Wait! I didn't actually mean to kill em!"
I roll my eyes while tucking my scarf under my chin.
"No silly! not murder! I'm talking about boxing lessons! I gotta learn how to protect myself, especially here of all places!" I sigh and move my arms out like a toddler stretching.
"Hay now whats wrong with New York? It's the apple of my eye!" He points to his eye while gesturing to our surroundings.
I rub my temples "Simon nothings necessarily WRONG with New York, it's simply the fact that I was almost raped yesterday and-" Simon's aura changes into a dangerously dark one.
"What now? Tell me who I must murder before i go find out myself?" How delightful...!
"SIMON! Snap outta it! Don't worry an idiot saved me"
"An idiot?"
"Yeah an-"
"Fantastic!" "What? Why is this fantastic?!" I Holler over the crowds talking. Turning some heads in the process. "Whenever you call someone an idiot you respect~them~!" He starts making kissy faces and talking about how lucky I am. I haven't even told him what he looks like and Simon's already naming our children. Oh, and he's Gay, know what that means? He's.freakin.awesome. I giggle at his antics, I also couldn't help but wonder how G the skeleton would react. Would he be unamused? Laugh? Smile? Walk away? Deny it? Flirt? Yell? Shy away?! I don't have the slightest clue. He might have saved me, but the facts are, I don't know who he is, I met him covered in blood. He's strong, don't know what he uses his strength for, I don't know his profession, I don't know his past. He might be a rapist or criminal for all I know! I know it's a tad rude to think that, and it may sound shallow, but the facts are he's not trust worthy. I don't know him.
"THE POPCORN IS GETTING AWAY WITH THE BANANAS!" Simon interrupts my inner monologue yelling. "What the-? WHERE ARE THEY ILL EAT EM!" I yell looking around. Simon laughs, "so you ARE listening to me" I look back at his emerald eyes, "ehhh, partially" he huffs and turns his back on me. I grin and let myself relax. No harm in chilling out, right?
"Yo Simon! Wanna catch a football game today?" I ask smirking. He looks over at me knowing what I'm saying, "why of course squirt!" We start heading towards the stadium.

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We finally arrive in front of the stadium back doors. I look over at Simon and nod, the same grin still plastered on my face. He nods to me as well and starts towards the security guard.
"Why hello there!"
"Hello sir what are you doing here?"
"Would you like to buy a...TOASTER?!"
I try muffling my laughter, but it just comes out as snorts which is so much worse, I try to cover up my snorts and it just sounds like the trash can I'm hiding behind is wheezing and snorting. Simon brings out a watch, "why I have many toasters here good sir!" He hands the guard a watch. He looks so confused!
AHAHAHA
The trash can started vibrating while I was trying to get my breathing under control, I get ahold of myself. "Now time for the main event.." I whisper lighting a match and getting out a baseball with a scribbled name on it.
"Oh well sir! You have no need for my toasters and tweezers! How about a personally signed baseball, signed by Gerrit Cole?!" Simon yells, that's my signal! He pulls out a baseball signed Gerrit Cole, the guard reaches for it with a smile, I rush up grab the ball he was holding, switch it with the one I was holding, and I LIGHT IT ON FLOOFIN FIRE!
The guard's eyes widen as He tries to take it from me. I throw it off into the distance, he runs after it. He must be a real fan...
Remembering the guards name tag, it said Asher, welp, bye Asher sorry!
Me and Simon high five and rush into the stadium. We walk through the halls, the game already started, so the halls weren't as crowded, but I'm not gonna lie, it was still cramped! We wait in a line for like I dunno 24 hours for a hot dog and then wait another 37 hours for a slushee. We start walking to some empty seats, "wait! Y/N! I gotta go! REAL BAD!" My eye twitches, so close, SO FREAKIN CLOSE!

{A few Hours Later}

"SIMON YOU DONE?!"
I've been waiting 20 MINUTES!
"ALMOST JEEZ!" I hear flushing and await this slow turder to arrive. He walks out, "FINALLY" I breath out starting to speed walk to where the seats were.
After a couple minutes of apologies from Simon, we are comfy in our seats, with our slushee's, and our hot dogs. Watching some baseball, now before we said football, but we only say that to throw other people off. I laugh at myself explaining this to myself. In the write wing of seats, near the bleachers. The sun was going down. I look over at Simon, blonde hair, emerald eyes. And the best dang friend I could ask for.

Simon turns to you, "well? What are we gonna do after this squirt?" You look at the game, then at the sunset. The glowing rays beaming down on your eyes, you turn to Simon and smile.
"Any idea's?"

"Take me out to the ball game!"
"Take me out to crowd!"
"Buy me some peanuts and Apple Jacks!"
" I don't care if we EVER go back!"
-baseball song beloved by all.
Recommend you search it up, called
"Take me out to the ball game"

"I really outta pay more attention"
Says distractions
"I really gotta listen more"
Says deafness
"I really gotta work more"
Says HEART.
-undecided Girl