Save Point (Sans x Reader)

Chapter Twelve

Third Person POV

Sans's Perspective

Quietly, he observes the way awe strikes over (Y/N)’s face. Their (s/t) skin lights up with joy at the sound of the bright blue flower repeating the ‘Hello!’ they directed at it. It's hard for him to focus on anything else, and -- before he can process it himself -- he's stepping foot forward, standing next to their side as he too leans close to the flower to mutter something for it to repeat.

“Go ahead,” Sans encourages, his smile widening slightly at the sides as he waits for the human to approach the Echo flower again.

The human nods and leans close to the flower, not quite sure what to expect from him.

“If you were a flower, you’d be a damn-delion.”

The pit of silence that once overpowered the garden is shattered by (Y/N) bursting with a laugh, their knees wobbling and gut aching with the suddenness of that pun-slash-pick up line. Sans’s shoulder bones relax at that sound, relieved they hadn’t taken it as seriously as he imagined them to. They face him with teary eyes before focusing on the Echo flower again, an amused smile stretching across their lips.

He takes a subtle step closer, hoping to hear what they were whispering to the flower, though he doesn't manage to hear beyond the beginning of their sentence. The human takes a step back and waits for him to approach the flower.

“I’m lavender time I spend with you. I can really feel something blossoming between us.”

“Damn,” Sans comments, chuckling. “Two in one -- Good job, (Y/N).”

“Thank you,” they reply, grinning.

The skeleton moves on from the Echo flowers after that, too worked up over the risk he'd taken with that pick up line to stay around them any longer. He takes the human to a field of tall sunflowers, some of them towering slightly above him while a few surpassed (Y/N)’s height by a foot.

“These ain’t from the Underground, but I figured you’d still like to see them,” he explains, facing to their side to see them casting their eyes up at the yellow field sporting a light, flowery fragrance and a few bees buzzing close by. “Whaddya think? Tori’s been working on ‘em ever since we reached the Surface.”

“They’re beautiful,” they reply, their smile widening as their fingertips brush carefully against the flower petals. “How can she manage to grow flowers with different needs on one same climate? That had to be hard to do.”

Catching onto another opportunity to further his relationship with (Y/N), Sans walks over to the gardening shed nearby, opening the rickety door with caution. Inside, he produces a pocket knife from the gardening supplies set on the middle shelf. Then, he leaves the building and approaches the human again. “It’s actually pretty normal at the Underground. We had around four or five different weather stations coexisting all at the same time.”

His irises scan the sunflowers until finding one of the smaller ones. Carefully, he retrieves it from the ground it was planted in, making sure not to damage its stem or roots to have it last long enough -- until the human could arrive back home.

He brushes off the few bits of soil that clung onto it and looks at (Y/N) before speaking up. “I’m not sure if Echo flowers can last with the weather at your place, but here.” He hands them the sunflower, his hand jolting slightly when feeling their hand brush against his. “We can put it in a vase when we head back inside, but there’s one more thing I wanna show ya before we leave the garden.”

Sans watches the human bring the flower close to their face, a warm smile brightening their (s/t) complexion, (e/c) eyes softening when looking back to him. He returns the smile, trying to maintain his calm demeanor despite his mind telling him he could most likely screw up with any chance he got. He breathes in and settles on ignoring those doubts, moving on to the next batch of flowers the garden had to offer.

“Woah.”

That was the first reaction he got out of (Y/N) when taking them to a pond decorated by all sorts of wildflowers. The clear water rippled lazily and a few more honeybees were accompanied by hummingbirds and butterflies.

One of the butterflies lands on the human's nose, the ticklish feeling making them sneeze.

“That was amazin',” Sans speaks up, snickering. “I woulda taken a picture if that hadn’t ended so quickly -- You looked just like a Disney (prince/princess) for a minute there.”

“You watch Disney movies?” (Y/N) questions, curiosity leaking from their tone.

Sans bends down to sit on the grass close to the pond and gestures for them to join him. “Frisk makes me watch one every other Sunday,” he replies, his irises glowing brighter with the memory. “I think they’re in that phase where they won’t stop watching ‘til they’re tired of it, but the movies’re pretty good.”

(Y/N) takes up his offer by sitting next to him, keeping enough distance for another person to sit between the two. “Do you have a favourite?” they ask again, a more teasing tone exchanged with their earlier curiosity.

“Lilo and Stitch,” he answers, looking down at his reflection over the water. “I, uh, actually got a lil’ emotional at the end of it.”

Humoured by his response, the human scoots a bit closer to his side. They engage in conversation with him about other Disney movies and talk about their own, favourite film out of all the ones they'd watched over the years. He listens intently and finds himself reeled in by the topics (Y/N) spoke about, losing track of time and being informed about it by the fish lady appearing behind them, her reflection cast between them on the water.

“You two dorks ready to head back inside? Frisk cooked up some dinner and they’re waiting for you guys to join them and Faust.”

Surprised to hear it was already late enough to have dinner, Sans fishes out his phone from his back pocket, unlocking it to see it was already five in the evening. He stands up from the grass and helps (Y/N) back to their feet, still unable to process three hours had gone by since he took them to the garden.