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Day One (Sans x Reader) - Chapter 9 Rating: Mature Archive Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence Category: Other Fandom: Undertale Additional Tags: Romance, Fanfiction, Angst with a Happy Ending, Fluff and Angst Read it on - AO3 - Quotev - Wattpad [First] [Previous] [Next] Chapter below the cut
It took a minute for you to calm down. When you finally did, though, you were close to tears with how hard you had been laughing. Sans' smile seemed to grow into a shit-eating grin, and you could see the lights in his eye sockets brighten.
"That was horrible. I hate you," you said, though there was no malice in your voice.
"You're grinning."
"Shut up!"
Sans laughed, his arms wrapping around where his stomach would've been if there were skin and flesh on his bones. You tried so hard to force a straight face, but couldn't hold it for long and just burst out laughing again. Your sides hurt, and you could barely breathe, but this was the most you'd laughed in a while.
"Ok, ok. I'll stop. No more pranks," Sans said, raising his hands.
"Good. I don't need to laugh myself to death," you mused.
"Alright, kid. No more pranks."
“Hey! I'm not a kid! I'm twenty-four!”
You watched Sans go stiff in his chair, the little white lights in his eyes vanishing for a moment before returning. Even still, he looked spooked. As you stepped closer, you could see his hands gripping his shorts. You didn't like his expression. It made something twist in your stomach.
"You… ok?" you slowly asked.
"I-I… yeah. Yeah. Sorry. I uh… I don't know what came over me," he said, finally letting go of his pants to rub the back of his neck.
"It's alright. I'm… guessing you're pretty stressed, huh?" you said, bringing him a cup of coffee and setting it on the counter in front of him.
"Yeah… and I've just got this awful case of de-ja-vu, ya know? It's weird, but… I swear I had a dream that was… really similar to what's happening right now," he said with a laugh.
"Is that why you commented on my journal?"
"Heh, yeah. Wasn't in the dream. At least, not that I can remember."
You let out a small chuckle, watching him drink the coffee you'd given him. For some reason, you weren't finding it weird that he could drink it.
"So, why an orange heart?" Sans asked.
"Eh, no clue. It just kinda… spoke to me," you said with a shrug.
"Is your soul orange?"
Your brows furrowed as you stared at Sans. Soul color? Souls had colors?
"I have a soul?"
The words slipped from your mouth before you could stop them, and you immediately face-palmed.
"Pft— of course ya do, kid. Everyone has a soul," Sans said.
"Ok, yeah, I know, but like… I have a soul. That people — or monsters — can see. And it has a color?" you asked.
"Mhm. I'm not all that brushed up on souls, but humans souls can be different colors, and it's got a special meaning to it," Sans said with a shrug. "You can ask Al or the king. Heh, maybe Toriel knows somethin' about 'em as well?"
"I think I'll stick with asking Alphys or Toriel," you said, rubbing your arm. "I don't think the king would want to be bothered by a random human asking him questions about souls."
You looked back down at your journal. Your hand idly brushed against the cover, staring at the orange heart. Did you somehow subconsciously know your soul was orange? Was that even possible? If your soul was orange, what did that mean? Were there special souls that could give people powers? Part of you wanted to figure out what your soul color was. Maybe you could guess the trait if you just saw it?
"So… are you able to like… show me my soul?" you asked.
"You want me, a monster you just met, to pull out your soul and reveal the most intimate and personal things about you?"
Almost instantly, your face flushed red.
"N-no! No! Never mind! D-don't— don't do that!" you exclaimed, quickly waving your hands in front of you.
Sans snorted and burst out laughing, leaning against the counter to presumably keep himself upright.
"It's fine, kid. Your soul comes out when fighting a monster. It's not that personal," he said, grinning up at you. "But man, that face you made. Priceless."
"Ugh, you are a jerk. You are such a jerk," you said, trying to stop your smile by pressing your lips into a thin line.
"What can I say? I'm never one to pass up an opportunity," he said with a shrug. "So, you still wanna see your soul?"
"Nope. I am good for tonight. It's gonna take like… a day before my brain stops assuming I'm sharing some sort of super intimate thing with a monster I've known for… five hours," you said.
You finished your cup of coffee, yawning slightly. Damn, you were starting to feel really tired now. Granted, it was like… three in the morning, but you should've been used to this shift by now. Instead, your eyes were drooping and you felt the urge to get more caffeine in your system. You got up and stretched, grabbing the paper cup you'd had your first cup of coffee in and heading back to the machine.
"Tired?"
"Mhm. Need more energy juice."
"Hey… why don't you hold off on that and take a nap instead? I can wake you up if anyone comes in."
You paused and glanced back at Sans. He didn't look or sound like he was up to any mischief, but none of his other jokes or pranks started off that way.
"You sure? You're not just gonna let me embarrass myself or steal from the register?" you slowly asked.
"Nah, I'm not that kind of monster. Plus, the head of the royal guard is one room over. I wouldn't want to turn into a criminal with her nearby," Sans said.
You bit the inside of your cheek, stealing glances at the coffee pot. A nap sounded so good right now, but if you got caught, you'd be in serious trouble. After hemming and hawing for a bit, you slowly set the cup back down on the counter and sat back down in one of the chairs.
"Ok… but you gotta swear you won't try anything," you said.
"I promise, kid. No funny business," Sans said.
"Stop calling me kid."
"Sorry, sorry."
You let out a soft laugh, shaking your head as you lowered your chin onto your folded arms. Before you knew it, your eyes had fluttered closed and you drifted off into a light doze.