wrong number | sans .

act i | frisk

I have a draft that is a 'phone call' chapter but I don't know if I want to post it or not LOL

this was supposed to be 'skeleton Bros x reader' but I guess it's just Sansy! I don't mind (although guys if you have Papyrusxreader fics to recommend pls tell me thnx)

Frisk was beginning to come close to the end of their journey. Sans was ecstatic about it! How could he not? If he could stay above the underground even for a full day, he could meet you. See you in person instead of that photo you sent yesterday.

His excitement was obvious to those around him. He was moving much more than he had this whole time Frisk ran through.

Papyrus congratulated him on his new 'datemate' and asked if he could meet them sometime - Sans tried his best to sway his brother that what he thought wasn't true and that he was simply talking to someone.

"AH," Papyrus said smugly. "A POTENTIAL DATEMATE, THEN? I, YOUR GREAT BROTHER PAPYRUS, WILL LEND YOU MY DATE GUIDE!"

"heh, your the best, bro."

"OF COURSE!"

All the thoughts he could do with you overwhelmed him in the judgement hall, listening to monsters of the capital talk about their history and about the king's son to Frisk as they neared.

Sans had to take a moment to himself for a while there, leaning against the many pillars with a shaky hand over his teeth. Translucent blue tears welled up in his sockets as he forced it down - he couldn't face the kid with a blotchy face, he needed to look like he kept everything together.

Spirits though. He couldn't wait to meet you, to see your smiling face, to feel you, to be besides you.

it was an overwhelming feeling that Sans couldn't hold down despite his best efforts. Tears streaking softly down his cheeks, his shoulders shaking softly as his vision blurred. Blinking them away, he stared at his phone. The last messages you sent were about Kathy again - spirits. If only Kathy knew about him and his feelings. He couldn't tell you, obviously. You'd be too frightened to even think of him in that sense.

The revolution of him finding out his feelings for you had set a rip in between. He acted more distant and a bit hostile. He was fucked and he knew it - it didn't take long for you to call him out on his bullshit, though. You were in a middle of a rant then but completely cut yourself off in favour of talking to Sans and about his feelings. He was grateful and frankly didn't even realize how he was acting towards you after you pointed it out. He apologized and you told him he could talk to you about anything - he agreed.

Thus, the dam had fallen and he talked about Frisk and the reason why you and he was experiencing frequent déjà vu  few weeks back - he was still experiencing it from what he told you. And how he hoped you would accept him for how he was - that he couldn't change who he was as a person.

Obliviously, you wrote 'of course I would. I wouldn't care if you were different. You are you and that's all that matters, right(:?'

Spirits, you had no idea how much those words meant to him. Him, a monster.

You still had no idea about who he actually was - what his race was. But he had high hopes that you would be true to your words and accept that he was a monster.

A small save sound and soft tapping of shoes snapped him out of his thoughts. Sockets dried of anymore tears and face now slightly flushed from the crying - he shook himself and pocketed his phone. A good feeling blooming in his chest as he appeared in front of Frisk in the same spot he always appeared on. In the same stance, with the same expression and the same aura.