Diamond Scales (Sans x Dragon!reader)

<The Stalker Said Hello>

Frisk dragged you foward by your sleeve. They were determined alright. You saw a small bridge ahead, its pillars too far apart to be affective at its job. They stopped briefly to hop over a large branch. You stepped over it easily, and you were back to being pulled.

"I have feet ya know."

Frisk sheepishly released your now stretched out sleeve. Due to your lack of knowledge all they could do was shrug with a smile before continuing forward. You follow with a huff.

SNAP

You whirled around, terrified. The branch had been snapped like a twig.
You looked back at Frisk, who looked shaken, but not nearly as much as you.

"How old are you? This is some serious horror movie crap!" You gestured to the sad, splintered piece of wood, that they literally had to jump over to keep moving forward.

They shrugged and held up eight of their child fingers.

You let out a shakey breath, pinching the bridge of your noss. Ok, what did you know about horror movies? The main character usually lived. . .

Right?

'Wait were you a side cha-'

You didn't get to finish the thought as You tense up when you hear the crunch of slow foot steps, and the presence of danger. You feel goosebumps crawl up your arms. Frisk doesn't move, but you ain't dying today!

You braced yourself and twisted, throwing yourself in the direction of immediate danger. You collide with something small, but thick. They let out a startled noise, and you wrap your legs around them and prepared to punch.

They ended up on their back when you finally got a good look; hand pulled back defensively.

They- he, you assumed, was a skeleton. Smile tense and pitch black pits for eyes. It was kinda creepy, then again he was a skeleton. Also, he tried attacking you, and you don't wanna take any chances.

He squirmed to get his arms free, but you held strong. He sighed.

You swore he whispered something like, 'Your new' but you weren't sure.

"Wow, really didn't expect to be jumped for tryin' to greet a new pal. 'Cause you obviously don't know how." Small white dots appeared in his sockets as he offered a more relaxed smile.

It took you a moment to realize he wasn't struggling or swearing at you, so you decided to let him go.

For now.

You stood up and held out a hand, shoving the other in your pocket.

"Hey, uh, Sorry for trying to punch you-" he took your hand and stood up- "Name's y/n. And that's Frisk." You shoved a thumb in their direction.

He let your hand go, "Sans. Sans the skeleton." You were still a little weary, but he seemed cool.

"I'm supposed to keep a watch for humans, but watches get expensive y'know?" You laugh at his joke, and his smile widens.

"Now my brother, he's a human hunting fanatic. In fact, he built this bridge. Come on through." He walked around a very confused Frisk, and over to a lamp.

"Quick, behind this conveniently shaped lamp. And uh, you can hide behind my stand." Loud thumping of boots made shivers go up your spine. (Heh.) You dive behind the stand and bump your head onto the shelve beneath. You let out a soft yelp and you cringe as multiple different condiments slosh onto your head and on all your clothes.

"Sans!-"

You try to make as little noise as possible- which probably didn't matter considering how loud this other guy was- and put the condiments back, looking for napkins or something to dry you.

Peeking up from the counter, you only caught the last 'Nyehehe!' Before Sans glanced in your direction.

His sockets widened, and he flopped into the snow, practically choking on his laughs.

You slammed a hand on the counter and pointed at him half threateningly, "Eat it up tubby! Imma get'chu back!" Even though he didn't do anything, it was still his fault for owning this many dang condiments with nothing to dress.

You don't think he heard you because his laughs didn't die down, and Frisk was also shaking with laughter, tears gathering at their eyes.

"Way to back me up, buddy." You shake out as much as you can, but sadly, your hair stuck to your face, and your clothes now felt significantly more uncomfortable. Fortunately for you, Sans and Frisk's laughter died down into small giggles, and Sans made his way over to you.

"Pft- ok, haha- let's get you over to me 'n my bro's house. I'm gonna find some clothes for you in the mean time Skittles." You freeze.

"Did. . .did you just call me skittles?" He almost bursts into more laughs trying to explain.

"I mean, the colors clash well on you. Besides, I'd say your quite the snack."

He said it before he realized, and his face flushed in a bright blue. You snickered.

"Hey, don't get too full of yourself." His face immediately returns to normal, save for a glare which you laugh at.

"It wasn't the best joke, but I see it still got under your skin." His glare broke, and he chuckled, shaking his head.

"Ok, lets get you two home."

You were starting to warm up to this stalker.

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