“Rejection”; Chapter Twenty-Five
NOTES: Sans is rather protective, isn’t he?
(Also working my ass off to catch up on Inktobers. Hopefully I get some more of ‘em done tonight. :) )
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Sans clicked on the messaging app, and read what the jerk had sent her. He narrowed his pupils menacingly at the screen, as if the phone were this (Ex’s Name) himself.
-Hey, (Y/N)… Are u mad at me? I’m sorry that I declined your offer… plz don’t hate me.
Sans clenched a hand into a fist, and scowled at the second text even more than the first.
-(Y/N), talk to me. U haven’t text me in days… r u ok? If this is about asking me out, I really am sorry. I just don’t think of u like that… u aren’t my type. But it’s fine, because I still love u! Let me know if I can do anything… i love u sweetheart.”
“Uh, Sans? Can I have my phone back?” (Y/N) asked politely across the room from where Sans was, and he snapped back to life. Undyne, Papyrus, and Alphys were all staring at him in fear; realizing the awkward silence, he took a step backwards in the opposite direction of the group. “sure thing, sorry. i forgot my number there for a second.” He lied, and tossed the device back to her. Then he teleported up the stairs, and into his room.
He wanted a few minutes to himself. Just for a few minutes... he wanted to think.
Pacing around his bed, he let his emotions completely overtake his mind; with a growl, his left eye flared to life. how dare that douchebag ask for (y/n)’s forgiveness… how dare he give her a pet name, only to deliberately crush her heart after toying around with it. how dare he tell her that he loves her, when he clearly didn’t if he turned her down-!
Sans was growing angrier and angrier by the second, the magic seeping from his eye socket burning a brighter teal with every pulse of fury in his skull. you can’t just reject someone’s proclamation of love like that and ask if they are okay. especially someone like (y/n)… no wonder why she’s an emotional wreck! the dude won’t leave her alone, even after the stab he delivered to her soul. a wound that is now my job to fix.
Sans clenched his fist, and punched his pillow with so much force that the entire bed sunk to the ground and popped an inch off the floor. i swear to asgore, if he ever falls into the underground i will dunk him so hard that his grandkids will feel it. i’ll knock his ass all the way to hotland and into the lava pits, where he’ll burn in hell-
A knock on his door startled him rang aloud, and he flinched. Hesitant to answer it, he asked who was there. “It’s just me...” Called the voice, and he instantly recognized it as (Y/N). The blue flame in his eye socket faded away, and he calmed down enough to meet her face to face. She had this look of intense worry, and Sans sighed. He couldn’t tell her that he’d been snooping through her messages; that’s invasion of privacy.
“May I come in?” She asked quietly, and he stood aside quickly. “yeah, sure thing.” He said non-enthusiastically, and she made her way past him. He flicked on the lights, and grimaced. He hadn’t cleaned his room in weeks; or whenever the last couple of resets was. It didn’t look like she minded, which slightly relieved him.
“what’s up?” He asked, sitting down on his messed up bed. She crossed her arms, brown hair bouncing. “I should be asking you the same.” He chuckled, but it was void of any real humor like before. “nothing. just was feeling a little tired, and wanted to take a quick nap before we got back to our games downstairs.” He lied once more, but (Y/N) didn’t buy it.
“And I suppose that explains why my messages from Arman were read as soon as I got the phone back from you?” Sans froze, his breathing hitching. dammit. she knows. Sans groaned, and rubbed his skull. “nothing gets past you, huh?” He smiled, but it was stressed and fake. She shook her head, and took a seat next to him.
“Are you upset?” She asked bluntly, watching his every movement like a hawk. He glanced at her, and saw that she wasn’t angry at all. “what makes you think that?” He answered her question with one of his own, and she chuckled. The noise helped lighten his spirits. “I saw you glaring at my phone like it committed murder.” He chortled under his breath, sheepishly rubbing his wrist.
“i was just a little aggravated that someone had the audacity to tamper with the names of your contacts, that's all.” Sans shrugged, giving a playful wink. It was obvious it took all of her willpower to not check that very second and stay focused on the task at hand. Her eyes searched his face wildly; after some inspection, she frowned. “I can't tell if you are lying, but I do know that my texts were read. And you're the only one who knows about…”
Her voice trailed off, as did her gaze. Sans looked away as well, not knowing what else to say. She had him cornered; an occurrence that happened very rarely. He felt a warm hand rest on his upon his shoulder, and he jumped at the touch. Looking over at (Y/N), he saw that she was smiling with what appeared as a pained grin.
“It's just like what you said to me in Grillby's, Sans. He doesn't matter now; not while I'm in this... game. Not while I'm here in the Underground, living a happy and peaceful life. Not while I have friends here like Papyrus, Frisk, Toriel, and you.”
Sans smiled, but still felt a bit angry towards the stupid human boy who dared to rip (Y/N)’s heart in half. “that was an excellent speech, your honor.” He snickered, and got a punch to the shoulder. She giggled, and brushed back some of her long hair. Sans watched as she adjusted her glasses like a nerd, and ceased the anxious fiddling that was his fingers. She stood up, with Sans following, and shoving his hands into his black basketball shorts.
A moment of silence fell between the two of you, and you gave him a weak smile. “In all seriousness Sans, I thank you for your concern. It’s really admirable, but I don’t want my personal problems being tacked onto yours. What you have to deal with is enough. I understand that.” Giving a curt nod, you turned to leave through the door. However, Sans held you back by suddenly reaching out and grabbing your wrist.
You whipped your head around, and stared at his hand. A ghost of a flush crawled across your cheeks, and you glanced back up to the skeleton. His head hung low, feeling hopeless. “kid... i want to be involved.” He whispered, not looking at you. You cocked your gaze sideways in confusion, not understanding what he meant..
“Why? That’s so much more unnecessary drama being placed upon your shoulders-” “i know.” He replied simply, but did not let go. You gulped, and waited for him to continue. “i just… i dunno. it feels… right. in a way.”
She snickered, and shifted her hand so that it held his reassuringly. “That was an excellent and totally not cliche response, your honor.” Sans smiled, picking his skull up to see her cheerful grin.
“someone’s being sassy.” “Someone’s being overprotective.” Sans raised a brow and chuckled. “overprotective?” She nodded, and fold her arms. His hand dropped back to his side,to which he returned to his pocket. “i’m not being overprotective.” “Yes you are.” “how?” (Y/N) smirked, and held out her phone. It was on the contacts list, more specifically (Ex’s Name)’s number. Sans glared at it, not noticing anything wrong.
“‘Dirty Heartbreaker’?” She sneered, sticking out her tongue. Sans squint closely, and snatched the phone from her grasp. “oh...guess the universe has spoken. it’s time for you to delete his number.” She shot out a hand in an attempt to take back the device, but he teleported away to his bedside before she could get even an inch near him.
He snickered, hiding the phone behind his back. There was no point trying to use height as an advantage like he would normally do with Frisk when he teased her; (Y/N) was practically a foot taller than him. She leapt after Sans, towering above his mattress. She gave a playful snarl, and once again tried to take back her phone. She missed, and fell on the bed.
You collapsed haphazardly onto the very soft mattress- the blankets that were once sprawled out underneath you flipping up, hiding your sense of sight. The material smelled just like Sans; a mix between ketchup and heavy cologne. It was pleasant; however, the sensation of being pinned against the bed by the skeleton’s blue magic was not. You struggled to lift the sheet off your face; when you did, you saw the skeleton sneering with such a evil grin that it your concern transformed to fear.
“i told you i’d get revenge earlier when you attacked me with your bombardment of tickles.” He hinted tantalizingly, and your face went pale.
Chapter Ten (Where all the chapters before that are)
Chapter Twenty (Links for Chapters 11 --> 19)
Chapter Thirty (Links for Chapters 21 --> 29)
