Transmission, Intermission - [Sans x Reader | Old Version!]

17 - So what's the deal with airline food?

You wake up to an arm around your waist and a prominent numbness to your cheek, pressed up against a hard surface. There's the sound of the fan turned on to the highest level, providing some cold even with the blanket you can feel wrapped around you. The wall clock ticks by the distance and you can hear someone else's heartbeat apart from your own.

When you open your eyes and see just what, or rather who's the person you're with, you jolt out of the couch, stumbling to the floor. Your gaze takes the job of looking around to assess the situation, seeing Sans dozed off on the same corner and position you'd both watched the movie in. Your reflection on the television allows you to see marks on your cheek for how long you'd slept in that pose. The next thing on your mind's checking the time, urging you to search around for your phone and see it's seven in the morning, an hour of delay present in your schedule.

If it was around eight when you sat down with him and the movie lasted around an hour and a half, you'd slept way more than necessary. Not only that, but you'd slept on the same couch as the person you were still trying to sort out your feelings for. You try to make memory of what went on after the movie ended, yet it's all clouded after the credits rolled.

The sound of the couch creaking makes you look back towards the skeleton to see he's woken up, irises looking lost for just a fraction of a second before he sees you on the floor. Amusement blooms on his face, and he doesn't comment anything as he offers his hand to you. You take it, albeit warily, taking caution on how much distance you keep between him and you.

No matter what happened yesterday, you didn't want to let your guard down.

"From the looks of it," he says, grinning, "I'm guessin' you woke up first?"

You aim to reply, though a deep yawn intervenes, followed by you stretching your leftover grogginess away and holding back another yawn. When you're done, you take his hand again, surprised to see he's still waiting for you. "Yeah," you answer, sighing. "But do you... Do you remember what happened after the movie ended? My mind's all fuzzy."

He helps tug you off the floor, letting go when you're done. While you're still lost and disoriented, his face looks refreshed and his posture looks far more relaxed than you would ever expect it to be after spending so long sleeping that way, in a rigid and plain uncomfortable angle and with you weighing him down for what had to be longer than eight hours now. "Sorry to break it to ya, but ya fell asleep wayyy before that, lady." He laughs, sitting up straighter.

"So you just let me sleep on you the whole night?" You refuse to believe him, not only for how ridiculous that sounds, but for the hour it currently is, and what you had to do before going off to work. "I doubt it."

Too sudden for your liking, his expression changes from humored to tense, and his gaze diverts from yours. "You wanna know the full truth, then?"

You nod, wordlessly.

He lets out a sound between a huff and a chuckle, saying, "Frisk came in by the time the movie was almost over, blankets and all." His voice turns strained, and he has to take a break to recover, embarrassment clear in it. "They tucked us in and left without a word, so I, uh... I didn't really know what to do after that."

Your phone alarm goes off, cutting the conversation short. You pick it up, turn off the ringing, and fight back your curiosity over learning more about what happened last night, and just why you'd been so tired so as to remember that little about it. Your work schedule was no different than usual, and you were even working a bit less with the current weather, meaning there was no viable excuse for you to be defending your exhaustion. Even if you redeemed those lost hours by working extra shifts, and even if you were a lot more stressed with your research over monsters and which ones were safe to have around Frisk, that was no reason for you to be like this!