NOTE: The acronym “Y/N” in this and following chapters will stand for “Your Name”. I plan on having Papyrus calling you by a nickname, so... yeah. Enjoy!
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There stood Sans, yawning and slamming the door closed. He stuffed his hands into his pockets and stepped inside the living room. Opening his eye sockets lazily, he noticed how you had made yourself quite comfortable on his couch; and had your soul out in front of you. He snapped his eyes open wide, and non-existent eyebrows raised. Spinning around hastily, he covered his eyes and threw his hood over his face.
“jesus, kid, put that away! what the hell are ya doing?!” You remembered how it was some sort of big deal of having your soul out in front of people, and caught the bottom of it in your palm. You helped guide it back slowly into your chest, and breathed a big sigh. Peering out from under his shield, a blue glow seemed to shine extremely faintly on his cheekbones. But, like always, it was probably just your imagination.
He brushed a small skeletal hand over his bald skull, and took a seat across from you on the opposite end of the couch. You wipe away any remaining tears, and try to act natural. Instead, you make yourself seem suspicious. You glance over at the short skeleton, observing his stature. Sans was only 5 feet tall, which made you and Papyrus look like giants next to him. Paps, being 6’2”, was a bit taller than you, but it was fine. For your age, you were an Amazon back in the real world. You could never meet a guy that was your height. Except for...him…
You didn't notice it at first, but Sans had apparently brought home a ketchup bottle with him from Grillby’s. It disgusted you slightly by his choice of drink, but who were you to judge? “so… ‘whatcha been doing? i kinda find it hard to believe you just had your soul out for no reason.” Sans smirked slightly, bringing the bottle up to his face. Your face burned faintly from his question, but your gaze on the floor below you. His eyes were observing your every movement, and it was very unnerving.
Your voice choked on your words, and with every passing second you felt stupider and stupider. Without thinking, you wound up biting your lip hard enough to draw blood. This caused you to remain silent. Sans seemed to pick up on your unease, and changed topics. “uh...anyways, i never got your name. last thing i remember is you hugging me and playing along to paps’ puzzles. this is the first time you've been awake since.”
You snapped out of your stupor and gained the courage to speak. Your soul glowed a pulse of orange through your shirt, and for a fleeting moment you saw Sans look downwards. His permanent grin dropped, and frown slightly at the change in color. The first time he saw it shine through your clothing was when you first met him and it glowed a beautiful pink-red. Perhaps he saw it change into another variety of colors as you went along your journey through the woods of Snowdin.
“O-oh, right. Sorry. My name is, well, it's (Y/N). But my friends call me “Nickname’.” You smiled as big as you could manage in your depressed state, but stopped when you felt like you were being too “desperate” again. Sans lift his grin, and cocked his head to the side. “(Y/N), huh? i've never heard that name before. it's different.” He closed his eyes, and took another swig of his drink happily as if he were remembering something pleasant.
“My name is different? Heh, your name is different. I've never met a guy, or skeleton in that matter, who's named Sans!” You chuckled, and shook your head. Sans was silent, and awoke from his daze. He scowled curiously at you, and leaned backwards. “how...how do you know my name?” You peered over your shoulder curiously, and raised a brow in confusion. “You told me in the forest when I first ran into you, remember? You had the whoopee cushion and-” “no i didn't. i never introduced myself, and yesterday i didn't bring my joke bag with me to my sentry station.”
You gulped, and mentally gave yourself a smack across the face. Dammit (Y/N), that's what happened for Frisk! Not you! Why did you have to open your big mouth? You began to sweat nervously until the Lord granted you a perfect excuse. “Um, well, I heard your brother Papyrus mention it quite a few times while you were cracking jokes along the way in the forest.” You smiled genuinely, proud that you came up with an acceptable answer for once in your life.
“huh? oh, yeah. right. for a second there i thought you were some kinda human who already knew that, in a weird and creepy way. guess not. right?” He chuckled lightly, but his whole demeanor was terrifyingly serious and suspicious. He knows. He knows that I'm not from around here. I'm so screwed- Cutting yourself off from panicking too much, you laughed along and went back to staring at the floor rather than looking into his demanding and knowing eye sockets.
Silence passed, and to keep yourself from running out of the room, you tapped your foot. Sans flicked his pupils to rapidly moving appendage, then back to you. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw him shift a half inch closer and glare at the clock. You did the same, and sighed. Why couldn't Papyrus be home now? He could relieve all this tension with his loud, booming voice and take Sans’ attention off of me- “look, pal...i'm going to just skip to the point.”
You froze, and went stiff. The color drained from your face as images of Sans in the Judgement Hall flashed before your eyes. You could tell that he knew how stressed out you were. He decided to take advantage of it in order to get his point across. “i know you aren't from around here. or the ruins. or anywhere in the underground. i'm uncertain if you're from the surface; if that were the case, frisk would've notified me by now that you were a friend. but since she didn't…”
He blinked, and stopped speaking. You opened your dry mouth, in an attempt to say something, but he held up his hand hastily. He can't trust me. I knew it was too good to be true; that Sans would automatically see me as a friend when I ran into his arms. “i think you're getting the picture, based on that expression you're wearing.” You forced yourself to look at him, and it turned out that he was resting his head on his hand. His arm was propped up by the couch’s armrest, and a sly smirk was plastered upon his face. A non-existent eyebrow raised in triumph, and gazed upon you lazily.
You nodded, and tried to scoot away from him. He didn't make any sudden gestures that would show the action made him unhappy, so you did. Yawning, he stretched his arm with the ketchup bottle and set it onto the table. “that being said… when i first bumped into you, i knew you were a good person. after all, you've got no LOVE on you whatsoever.” He smiled, and shut his eyes. “i don't know much about you… but let me tell ya something. i’m not your ordinary monster, as you've probably figured out, but that doesn't mean i’m one who likes to be left out on important info.”
Bringing your focus back onto him, you flinched when you saw that the whites in his eyes went completely black. “so talk.”
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