Flufftober Day 20
Roommates/Neighbors - OT Sans x Reader
Summary: You finally gather the courage to visit your neighbors.
Notes: Not exactly what I intended with this prompt, but I think it still turned out cute. I don't think I included the brothers enough to make it clear that they're the Outertale brothers. The whole garden thing is because I headcanon OT Sans as a big plant lover once he gets to Earth. I don't think that came across in the story, but I do still think the story is cute. Let me know what you think.
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Your neighbors had an absolutely amazing garden. Their front yard was an explosion of colorful flowers. Their backyard had all the fruits and vegetables you could imagine growing, including several fruit trees. They even had a greenhouse. In comparison, your little raised bed with a few tomatoes and pole beans was pathetic. You hadn’t even done anything with the front yard. Whoever had lived there before you had planted yellow roses by the front porch, but you hadn’t added anything.
You weren’t actually sure who your neighbors were. You knew they were monsters. This was a mostly-monster neighborhood. You knew that specifically they were skeleton monsters because you’d seen them both. You thought they were brothers. One of them was very tall and very loud. The other was short and quiet. You hadn’t really met them, though. You didn’t even know their names.
It took you quite a while to gather the courage to walk next door to ask about the garden. You finally decided to do it when your tomatoes started ripening. You picked the first ones and put them in a container. You would take them over as a gift, you decided, and ask for some tips.
You knocked on the door. You didn’t have to wait long. The tall skeleton nearly flung the door open. He beamed at you. “Hello human!” he shouted. “I am the Great Papyrus! What brings you to my home today?”
You nearly ran away. His loud voice just raised all your nerves. You forced yourself to hold out the container of tomatoes instead. “I brought you some of my tomatoes from my garden,” you squeaked out.
You weren’t entirely sure all of that had been audible, but apparently the Great Papyrus heard you. He took the container from you. “How nice of you!” he said. “These look wonderful! Would you like to come inside?”
“Um...” Your courage was quickly fading. “I...um...I still have garden stuff to do. I just...wanted to share...Bye!”
You ran off the porch before he could stop you. Once back in the safety of your own living room, you berated yourself. He was just being friendly, Y/N! He was loud, but he was being really nice! Now he probably thinks you’re weird. You sank down into your couch cushions and buried your face in your hands.
Someone rang your doorbell. You made yourself get up and answer it. You were expecting The Great Papyrus. Instead, you found a vase of fresh flowers and a note. In slightly messy handwriting, someone had written:
hey. i know my bro can be a bit overwhelming sometimes. he wants to say he’s sorry. your tomatoes look awesome. i cut these for you because none of our stuff is ripe yet, but i’ll give you some when it is. have a good day. - sans - p.s. why was the tomato red? because he saw the salad dressing. ;-)
You looked around to see if you could spot Sans, but no one was in sight. He had to be the shorter skeleton, though. You picked up the flowers and carried them inside. They were beautiful! The note was so sweet, too, and the joke was just...really cute. You smiled. Maybe you could leave a note for Sans to say thank you?
This started the best few weeks of your life. You left a little thank you note for Sans on the brothers’ back porch along with one of the yellow roses from your bushes. A few days later, somebody returned your container with homemade pasta in it. It wasn’t great pasta, but it was sweet of them to give it to you. You gave them some of your pole beans when those ripened. They gave you some of their tomatoes and one beautiful zucchini. You made zucchini bread with that and left a loaf for the skeleton brothers. You traded flowers and produce and baked goods with the brothers for weeks. You and Sans also traded corny jokes in notes. It felt like you were getting to know them, even though the most you ever did was wave to them if you saw them through the window.
As fall rolled in, you called up all your courage again. You really wanted to thank Sans and Papyrus for being such good friends to you, and you wanted to meet Sans in person. Just before the first frost, you used the last of your tomatoes and some of the vegetables the boys had given you to make homemade tomato sauce. You put half of it into some fancy jars and decorated them. You baked some bread and put all of it into a big basket, which you carried over to the skeleton brothers’ house.
You rang the doorbell. This time, the door opened much more slowly. The shorter of the two skeleton brothers, the one you knew now was Sans, smiled at you. “Hey,” he said. “Y/N,right?”
“Yeah,” you said.
“Good to finally meet you face to face,” he said.
“Yeah.”
“Whatcha got there?”
You showed him the contents of your basket. “I just really wanted to say thanks,” you said. “I figured I’d do it in person this time.”
“Pap’ll be thrilled. He’s been wanting to try again at inviting you over for dinner since July. So, uh...do you wanna come in and stay for dinner?” Sans’s cheekbones gained a bit of a flush. It looked like a blue and purple galaxy spreading over his face. Were those starry freckles?
“I’d like that,” you said, even as you blushed in response.
“Great! Come on in!” He grinned at you and stepped aside to let you into the house.
