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

18 - Walkie Talkie Man

Random Useless Fun Fact Time 

This chapter as well as most of the 'humour' (meaning: I'm trying) established in this fanfic was inspired by both the cover of this song and the game it's featured in (Elite Beat Agents)!

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Jerry watches as the monster hangs an arm around (Y/N)'s shoulders, bringing her nearer to him. A sheepish smile reaches her face and she looks down at her lap, avoiding eye contact with him. He, on the other hand, grins, saying, "W.D. won't be home tonight, and my bro'll be sleepin' by then." He pulls her closer, making her sit on his lap. Heights changing, she faces down and hesitates when placing her hand on his chest to keep herself balanced. "Whaddya say you come over tonight?"

A sour feeling develops itself in the pit of Jerry's stomach, making him complain with a scoff.

"...So you still call him W.D.?" she asks, frowning. "Is he… Is he treating you guys alright?"

"He treats us fine. It's just we don't really get along too well." Sans leans forward, grin growing as he stays millimeters away from her face. "But enough about that, though. I wanna know your answer." He grabs the back of her neck, pulling her in for a quick kiss. "There's... somethin' else I've been meaning to ask you, by the way."

She lifts a brow and moves back a bit, curiosity making her posture turn rigid. “What is it?”

He keeps her balanced through means of magic while he looks to his side and searches through his backpack. From there, he takes out a small box, about half the size of his palm, and hands it over. His gaze appears tense while he waits, though it fades away when she opens it and gasps. 

Jerry more than loses it when he sees what’s going on. The world around him begins to fade, and he can’t tell if it’s due to his growing anger, or if it’s all just one big nightmare his mind decided to conjure for him.

Sans was a science nerd, and (Y/N) was a literature nerd. Jerry was the football jock.

She was supposed to end up with him, and not another nerd!

“You… You want to marry me?” he hears her say, words exclaimed. “I- Isn’t it too soon?”

He hears Sans laugh, the plain and utter cheekiness of that sound making him want to fight the nerd with his bare hands.

And he wasn’t even a real nerd to begin with!

He was laid-back, dressed casually, and didn’t even fret over grades like other nerds did. His only quality was that he was intelligent and that he had an overall weird obsession over the concepts of space and time, both separately and as a joint.

“This’s for after we graduate high school,” he explains. “I’d like to know your answer by your first year in college.”

Her frown returns. She sets the ring aside to hold his shoulders again, staring him down. “So you’re… You're not going? I thought you wanted to be a scientist, just like him... But better.”

“I’d like to, but I can’t.”

There’s a long term of silence between them, one in which Jerry hopes is a sign they’ll break up.

“Why not?”

Having his hold on her again, Sans stops using magic and meets with her gaze, a steely look present in his. His smile’s barely there, and there’s a shade of grey under his sockets, exposing lack of sleep. “We’re not wanted in schools anymore. Monsters, I mean.” He looks away from her side, leading Jerry to hide from his line of sight. “And this timeline just doesn’t feel right. It’s great that you rescued our kind, that we got to study in your schools for a whole year, and I’m happy to be with you… But it still feels different, as if somethin’s missing.”