A Woman's Vision (Female Sans Story)

Chapter 30 - Wedding Talk

Things were good again.

Time had passed, and the news reported the event in favor of Sans and Wilbert. What really helped them was the evidence that Lucas had unknowingly collected. When the photographer had been scrolling through his images, he found snippets of Travis and his friends drugging both Sans' ketchup and Amber's soda in the background of a few pictures. When he turned it in, along with the testimony of many people at the party, the offenders had been arrested, and Sans was displayed as the poor, innocent victim of the whole party.

It really did work wonders when the story had been told by him, the sheer amount of support he was getting was insane. The poor, innocent girl had attended a party, and almost got tricked into getting kidnapped before she escaped with her dress in flames as a price. Not to mention how she wasn't worried about herself, but instead of her 'sister'.

Things really blew up, and Sans' popularity skyrocketed. Everyone loved a good victim story, didn't they? Well, Sans was in fact the victim, but he was never in any danger. He had magic, he had immunity, if anything he had been seriously creeped out.

Days passed, before they collected into weeks, and Sans' career was really starting to get popularity. Why wouldn't it? He was beautiful! Combined with Wilbert's dress, and Sans' laid back attitude online, he was flying with numbers. People started to recognize him on the streets of Paris, it was...

Fun. Really, really fun.

Sans loved to interact with people on his social medias. Some of them weren't very nice, but Sans knew how to annoy people out of existence. He had a lot of practice from Papyrus. Everyone seemed to love how calm and collected Sans tended to be. Of course, a lot of people tended to ask him out, but that was the downside, wasn't it?

Tilting the ketchup back, he carefully poured some onto his hotdog, making sure to avoid his shirt. Good thing he wasn't a messy eater like Amber, as all of his clothes were custom made from Wilbert. He already ruined one, no need to ruin more.

Sans never really did consider dating after he found himself inside of the human girl's body. It was a new life now, maybe he should try it out. Mal and Sammy certainly were happy, much like Abigail and Lucas.

The ballroom event was a one time occurrence, it seemed. Once Sans went out to walk out Wilbert's now designs, or went to more parties, he found they were quite fun. Wilbert was a blast to hang out with, seriously. He could turn anything happy and fun, it was rather inspiring. They often found themselves hanging out together during those events, as their personalities matched so well together that they bounced back and forth during conversation.

A sniffle sounded behind Sans, followed by shuffling. The previous skeleton turned to find none but Wilbert there, his hair slightly tangled, and a few stray tears falling from his eyes.

"Did you watch Up again?" Sans asked.

"I can never make it past the opening," Wilbert sniffed, rubbing his eyes slowly.

"C'mon over here, bud."

Shuffling picked up again as Wilbert sat down next to Sans. Stars sparkled across the night sky, distant candle flames from Sammy's room picking up against the dark hallway. Sans grabbed the extra hot dog on his plate and handed it to Wilbert, patting his shoulder.

"It's so sad," Wilbert sniffed again, "They were in love but she died and they never got to go onto their adventure-"

"Hey, hey, it's fine," Sans said, "It's just a movie."

"I know! But it's such a great movie, and I can never get past the opening without crying." Wilbert took a large bite of the hotdog, and continued to talk with it inside of his mouth. "It's super duper sad!"