Sans, concerned as he finds Y/n crying: sweetheart, what’s wrong?
Y/n, sniffling: I don’t know... I’m just going through a tough time...
Sans: ... wanna hug it out?
Y/n: Yeah.
Sans, opening his arms with a gentle smile: c’mere then.
Y/n, rushing into his arms: ...
Sans, murmuring: i’m sorry you’re going through a tough time. i get it. believe me, been there, done that. but everyday above ground is a great day, remember that.
Y/n, leaning into the hug: Thank you...
Sans, rubbing their back softly:
Y/n, suddenly stiffening:
Sans: are you okay?
Y/n, shoving out of his hold, sob laughing: No! I’m not! Did you just fucking quote a Pitbull song at me?!










