Save Point (Sans x Reader)

Chapter Eleven

“You look terrible.”

“Thanks.”

Sans is standing in front of your door, an amused expression showing clear on his skull after taking in the state you're in. It was already nine in the morning, and you were supposed to be at Toriel’s home by ten. After yesterday’s argument with your ex, you stayed packing for two whole hours and threw yourself in bed afterwards, completely forgetting to set up the alarm for six in the morning.

Stepping away from the door, you allow him to enter your living room and walk with him back inside. Faust is busy scavenging through the backpack you prepared for the trip while the television plays in the background, giving reports over the weather and sports.

“Feel free to change the channel, if you want,” you mention, checking your phone again to make sure you wouldn’t run late. “I’m gonna go take a quick shower before we go.”

Nodding, the skeleton holds back a grin, observing how you huff and ruffle up the (h/c) mess of your hair. He sits down next to Faust while you go up the stairs, rushing in your steps to avoid delaying the two further than you had already.

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Sans keeps his eye sockets on the road, casting a look every once in a while to your side. It isn't until fifteen minutes pass since you stepped on his borrowed convertible that he manages to say what he had in mind.

“Did, uh. . . Did somethin’ happen last night? You look pretty tired for someone who overslept.”

Smiling, you look down at your lap and let out a breathy chuckle, embarrassment making you take longer to respond. “A call came up last minute, and well. . . Things didn’t end up well in the end.” You spare a look his way, understanding flashing through the light of his irises before he focuses his attention back on driving. “But how are things on your end? Any other kids you’re tutoring this semester?”

“Just Faust, two kids with Algebra, and Frisk with Science,” Sans explains, slowly pushing the brakes when seeing the green light switch to red. “Most kids usually need help with Language and Geography, so I don’t really get many kids to tutor that often.”

He takes a moment to look through the rear-view mirror, his ever-present smile appearing to widen at the sides. Faust waves at him, a bright smile showing on his face.

“But Faust’s been improving a lot since we first started. I think he can strive for that A if he keeps that up.”

Your own smile grows at his words, a thought making its way to your mind. “How do you manage both jobs at once?”

“I usually work three days as a janitor, so that leaves me more time to work on the other job.”

“You must be very committed to what you do,” you comment, glancing his way again.

He steps on the gas, the light changing back to green. “Thanks, though my bro thinks otherwise,” he replies, chuckling. “But I know he means well.” A beat of silence takes over your surroundings before he speaks up again. “What about you? I don’t think I’ve ever heard you talk about your own job.”

“I’m a pastry chef,” you reply, a wistful sigh breaking through your words. “I used to be a police officer, but a lot of us got laid down after that incident with the new laws about monsters living at the Surface. I. . . I wanted to resign before that, since I didn’t agree with some of the changes they were making, but the lay off got to me first.”

“What kinda changes were they makin’?”

“They wanted to set some laws with the schools -- keeping monster children in categories. They wanted to put bunny monsters on one side, fire monsters on another, and so on. In the end, they passed the law since things are kind of different at my hometown.”

The skeleton hums in thought, turning the signal left, where your eyes spot a large yet cozy-looking home painted in warm colours and decorated with a wide array of wildflowers in various shades of reds, oranges, and yellows. He turns the car said direction and parks under the small, open garage located next to the house.

“You’ve got integrity to ya, (Y/N),” Sans comments, his gaze carrying a warm tint when facing you. “Resigned or not, you wanted to leave ‘cuz of the laws they were making, and I think that’s still pretty cool on its own.”

“Thank you,” you mutter, sheepishness making your voice hard to hear. “I never thought of it that way.”

You open the front passenger door and step out of the vehicle, closing it shut shortly after. Then, you make your way to Faust’s side, ready to open his door, only to see Sans taking care of that already. The only thing left for you to do is to take the backpack in your hold and follow them there.

Taking in a breath and allowing your thoughts to settle, you take in your surroundings, the sight of the flowers dancing gently with the wind providing you with calm. Your steps are hesitant the closer you get to approaching the front door, Sans’s words still resting in the back of your mind.

The door opens and you're promptly welcomed by the sight of a fish woman stepping out of the house, her sharp teeth in full display as she directs a grin at Faust. You watch her put out a hand for him, your worries falling from your shoulders as you see her shake hands and encourage him to join Frisk inside for their playdate.

“Don’t be shy, (Y/N)!” the woman exclaims, making a gesture with her hand for you to join her inside the house. “We’ve been waiting for you!”

You manage another smile and direct it at her along with a firm nod.

No matter how many monsters you saw day-by-day, the sight of how different they all were from each other still surprised you. Awe was one of the main emotions to cross you whenever you spotted a different kind of monster, the fact that they could grow so used to their own differences without seemingly any difficulties making you wonder just how they managed to do it.