(Sans x Reader Slow burn. Cover drawn by me :D) They made it to the surface. Again. But how long will it last? Frisk made a promise.... But how long will they keep it? Sans is unsure, and anxious; depressed. A smile with sad eyes as usual. Then he meets y o u. Heh.. Did you really think you would change anything? H i m ? T h e m ? Did you really think you were special? Just because you "cared" ? Ha! Since w h e n ? Just like that you suddenly 'can't afford not to care anymore'? Just because you gave l o v e instead of gaining L . O . V . E . HA! L i a r. I know the truth Y/n.. But do you know it yourself? And how about you r e a d e r s ?

"How rude, not even gonna ask for a name??" He teased. "Why are you here?" You glowered, raising the whisk. The skeleton scoffed: "Well, glad you asked sweetums! Name's Sans, Sans the skeleton." - Y/N, a ritzy waitress at Grillby's is plucked from her world of pancakes and Orange juice into the gun-slinging, smoke-breathing lap of one of the most fearsome dons in the city. Escape from him- let alone the King's Service that now hunts her down? I don't think so. **SMUT WARNING TO ALL THE UNDERAGE POTATO PATCH CHILDREN!!** - TRANSLATIONS WELCOME, JUST ASK MY PERMISSION FIRST - #1 in: sansxreader. 10th of May.