Save Point (Sans x Reader)

Chapter Thirteen, Part Two

You stare at her hand for a minute, lips forming a straight line.

“I. . .” Your shaky hand reaches out for hers while your fingers hesitate on making contact with her palm. “I-- I’m not sure yet.”

You pull your hand back, a frown tugging your expression downwards. Your neighbour only sighs and retreats her hand, her feet moving her body back to the door of her home.

“Alright then,” she speaks up, voice sharp and somewhat stern, a vast difference from the usual warmth of her tone enhanced by nicknames like ‘honey’ or ‘dear’. “I won’t rush you into sorting out your thoughts, but please don’t drag Faust with you on this -- I’ve never seen a kid like him this happy to go study, and I’m pretty sure Toriel’s school has something to do with that. Cancel the tutoring and tell Sans how you feel if you want, but what your kid needs right now’s a stable experience. It’s the second time he’s seen a divorce, with the exception he didn’t got sent back to adoption after yours.”

“I. . . I won't take him out of there,” you assure her, resting your hands on your lap. “I just need some time to think this through. I need to think about the life I've been living here so far. I. . . I just never imagined I'd be making friends with monsters -- And that I’d be having a crush on one, too.”

“Why’s that?”

“That's. . . how it was back in the town I was in -- We didn't or, well, still don’t allow monsters to work or live in the same place as us. The children can study together, human or not. . . but they still keep them on separate sides of the classroom.”

“Then take your time to reflect on that whenever you can,” she replies, a smile finally breaking the stern look she carried since your conversation drifted away from lighter topics. “I'm not telling you to rush yourself -- Just try not to let others get to you.”

“Thanks, Sol,” you speak up again, returning her smile. You stand up from the stairs and walk to her side, giving her a quick and tight hug before taking your leave. “Sorry about the trouble.”

“It's fine -- Just remember I'm here if you ever need someone to talk to about this kind of stuff.”

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You stare at the sunflower on the center of your living room, debating whether to keep your feelings firm or push them away. Though you couldn’t deny the time you spent at the garden was a good moment to relax and enjoy yourself, you had your doubts over what route your current relationship was detouring to. Sighing, you check your phone again to see one of the main factors of your doubts.

You’re not answering my texts. -- Sent six hours ago

Bet you’re messing around with that janitor-skeleton-thing again. -- Sent five hours ago

Those were sent about an hour into your conversation with Undyne and your neighbour. The most recent ones were the ones that made you more frustrated than you already were.

I’m taking Faust with me until you clear your head a little.

‘Cuz, clearly, you’re not thinking clearly about what you’re doing.

You can’t do that.

Let him finish this semester in school first.

He needs this chance to make some new friends.

So now you respond, huh? You fell for that bait real quick.

What do you mean?

He can keep on studying at that school, but I don’t want him near that skeleton -- Sam or whatever his name is.

It’s Sans.

You’ll have to tell Faust that yourself, then.

I’m not going to be your accomplice for that kind of stuff.

Suit yourself. I was giving you a chance to say it nicely by yourself, but I guess I’ll say it to him in my own way.

Rather have it that way than listen to your bullcrap.

Soft as ever aren’t you, (Y/N)? Can’t even curse through text.

I have no clue how they hired someone like you to be a cop.

You refuse to answer your ex’s last two texts, anger swelling inside you. Breathing in, you can feel your body shake with pent up emotions, palms building a cold sweat and heart racing a mile a minute. It isn’t until dizziness takes over that you realize you’re panicking.

Avoiding the risks of ending up passed out on the floor, you try to stabilize yourself and begin to make your way to the kitchen. There, you open the old refrigerator and take out a bottled water. You turn it open and chug it down, both the cold and the sudden intake of liquid startling you out of the light-headed feeling.

Your next mission is to pick up your phone again and hurry to text Sans. You return to the living room and sit back down on the couch, sighing again as you let your eyes close and shoulders drop for a while before texting. Calm returns to you after a few minutes, haste breaths regaining their steady pace and chest returning to its slow rise and fall. Once you’re sure you’ve regained your composure, you open your eyes again and grab hold of the phone.

Hey.

I need to talk with you for a minute.

Could you call me when you’re free?

Expecting him to take a while to respond, you almost jump from your seat when feeling your phone vibrate in your hand. You stare at the screen to see Sans’s name, the options to either answer or hang up showing up on screen. Your fingers flutter over the ‘answer’ option as you then bring the phone to your ear.

“What’s up?”

The rumble in his voice makes you check the wall clock nearby, finding it odd but still expected from him to be sleeping at seven p.m. on a Wednesday. It was just a few hours after him finishing his work shift for the day.

“Were you sleeping? Sorry if I woke you up.”

“Nah, I’m just hella tired. I might’ve stayed up last night ‘til two in mornin’ trying to get some sleep.”

“Oh? Do you have insomnia?”

“Don’t think so. I just had a bit of trouble sleepin’ last night, and when I did, I just kept waking up every hour.”

“I’m no expert, but I think that’s insomnia, then.”

“Heh -- Who knows? Might have to get that checked sometime,” he replies, chuckling. The laugh makes his groggy voice more prominent, though you don’t comment on that. “But what did you text me for, anyway? Something happen with the kid’s grades?”

“No. . . It’s not that,” you dismiss that thought, a frown growing on your face. “It’s about my, well. . . ex. They’re gonna talk with Faust tomorrow to convince him to stop being tutored by you. I don’t know how or what they’ll tell him, but. . . I just wanted to let you know about this before I canceled the tutoring on my own. Or at least make it seem like I did, until I. . . until I find a better solution to all this.”

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Updates will now be 3 times a week from here on, as I've already finished making the edits I mentioned previously. :-)