wrong number | sans .

act ii | the surface

Alternative title: act ii | police tapes

Shivering as a cool wind brushed by, tightening the sweater to save the last bits of warmth, You huffed softly. Stray fallen leaves wandering idly past your quick paces. Desperately trying to get to your destination before anymore cold wind brushed by. A steady smile spread on your lips as you quickened your pace, a bell's chime momentarily ringing amongst the soft chatter.

A relieved sigh came from you, basking in the warmth the coffee shop gave. Welcoming the cooling small bumps on your skin as you quickly went to sit in a booth. Once seated, you rubbed your hands together, blowing hot air onto your cold fingers.

"Truck still not working?" A familiar voice chimed playfully. A sly grin over his thin lips when he approached the booth. A single notepad in his pocket and a black silver pen twirling in his slender figure.

you turned to greet him, your smile now wider and more genuine than whenever you addressed Kathy — who was late.

"Nope. I took it in and they're looking at it right now - my poor baby." You pouted as he slipped onto the seat across from you. Uniform snug on his curves.

"Maybe now you'll accept my offer, huh?" He winked, light green eyes glistening with tease.

Rolling yours, you shook your head and leaned onto the table, hand underneath your chin. "Nope. I am comfortable with the weather."

"Tell that to your freezing hands." He rolled his eyes, a deep, throaty chuckle sending shivers down your spine.

It wasn't that you liked him in that sense. He was just a friend whom acted like a brother would. Often teasing and probing you for a reaction, sending you out of your comfort zone for his amusement.

Kathy has expressed that the two of you would make a great couple once but unfortunately for you, his (and yours) reaction was a loud, disgusted 'ew' in the middle of a busy super market. She laughed nervously and said to forget it whilst you and him continued to rule each other up.

Wraith was a okay person, not exactly your 'cup of tea' when it came to relationships but with a pure friendship? Hell yes.

Plus, He wasn't Sans. Sure you never met the guy but he seemed like a pretty nice person to be around with. You had drawn him a couple of times, trying to see what would go with his deep, playful voice. Often trying to get him to say some of his features yet whenever you asked he would stray the attention from himself with usual jokes or ask how your day was.

You didn't notice Wraith getting up and leaving, cutting the conversation short to continue working while you picked at your fingernails.

What did Sans look like? He seemed the type to be lazy, to act like he didn't know things despite it being wrong. Or maybe you were looking too deep into it? You only heard the guy's voice once (nearly 5 hours, to be exact) for crying out loud.

A cup was gently placed in front of you, startling you from your thoughts.

A chuckle of amusement sounded above you, making you look up at Wraith's face. One ugly scar that ran over his left eye (it was a miracle he still had eye sight) crinkled lightly. "Distracted? Did Kathy finally find you a significant other?"

You flushed, stubbornly taking the cup and brought it to your lips, blowing lightly before taking an experimental sip. Still feeling his calculating gaze, you sighed deeply and lowered it. "No. In fact, I am already talking to someone without her help."

Wraith frowned softly, shaking his head with a steady(almost forced?) smile. "That's great, Y/n! But I see that this 'boy' you're talking too is a little—"