"Don't you know how to greet a new pal?" "Kids like you should be burning in hell." "Dirty Brother Killer." "Sans! I'm not any of those! I didn't hurt anyone!" But the skeleton wouldn't listen. Eye glowing blue, he raised his hand, taking your body with it. "Sans! Please!" An evil, bone-chilling laugh echoed through the room. "You never change Y/N." And with that, you shot back down to the ground... Warning! Dark Themes such as Depression, Social Anxiety, and Suicide ahead! (Obviously there is some spoilers ahead for both genocide and pacifist route.)

Monsters have returned to the surface, but that barely concerns you. Your only focus is to work and stay in control. Don't feel, don't lose control. You've spent years perfecting this practice and you keep yourself cold to anyone who stands in the way. A new employee at your work- a joking little skeleton - has a different idea for you.

This is a collection of chapters from my [Sans x reader] fanfic, Can You Hear Me? but from Sans perspective. Before reading this, I suggest you take a look at the main story, as this one will be based on the votes I get for the different chapters and probably won't make sense otherwise. It's been a few years since the barrier was finally broken by a human named Frisk, finally releasing the monsters back to the surface. They were all settling down well, finding jobs, learning about the surfaces history, and integrating themselves in the new culture that had started since their appearance. That's what most monsters were doing, anyway. Sans was a different story. Though he was happy everything had worked out in the end, and that the monsters were back on the surface, he was having trouble finding anything that really interested him up there. But that suited him fine, he thought, as long as everyone else was happy. That is, until he met (y/n). By some chance, Mettaton had been working with the rising star (y/n) Heir, and by another coincidence, dragged her along to one of the get togethers the gang had at Papyrus' house. That's the night everything changed for the group of friends that rallied around Frisk, and, that's also the night things got a lot more interesting for Sans on the surface. (Disclaimer on the cover: this is simply how I, the author, imagine (y/n) Heir. When I draw her, this is simply the design I use. Feel free to imagine her however you like, as this is a Sans x reader)

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