Save Point (Sans x Reader)

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Third Person POV

Sans's Perspective

The sight of the human face-calling him is admittedly something beyond his expectations. Sans rolls to the side and grabs his phone charging by the night table, pulling off the chord and scooting back to where he was. He answers the call barely two rings in, the fast action making him take note of the mess of his bedroom.

Remembering Papyrus’s advice about good impressions, he moves to the edge of the bed and presses himself against the wall. He does so just in time to greet (Y/N) from the other side.

“Hey. . .” the human begins, the awkward tone of their voice making him forget about everything else and remember the reason why they were face-calling him in the first place. “How are you feeling?”

He stares at their moving image and sees they’re in the living room. Faust is nowhere to be seen and the only sound he hears is of their own voice.

“I’m fine,” he replies, shrugging off their worries before shuffling on his seat and speaking up again. “But how are-”

“I’m serious,” (Y/N) interrupts, frowning and furrowing their eyebrows right at him. “I want to know for real now that I got you into this mess.”

Sighing, the monster falls back on the bed, angling the phone so it doesn’t show anything besides him -- He was still onset about good impressions, no matter how silly and trifling it was in this situation. The human has a sudden shift in expression at that change of angle, an observation that makes him furrow his eye sockets, only to realize the reason behind their surprise is due to how close to the screen he is now.

“You look like you’re hiding something,” (Y/N) comments, a smile causing their face to light up.

“Why do ya say that?” Sans asks, chuckling under his breath.

“You were standing behind a wall, and now you won't let me see anything else besides your face." They look the least bit convinced about his well-being -- gaze restless and searching his skull for anything out of the ordinary.

“Can you make things work even with the monitor holding you back? It must be hard covering it up at school.” The look on their face matches the worry behind their voice, urging the monster to take action and speak up. “I really don’t want to ruin your reputation anymore than it has with the trail.”

“It’s fine -- I'm covering it up for school. Don’t worry about that now.”

“Still. I’ll try to do something about this, alright? I. . . I know it’s been more than a week and I haven’t gotten anywhere with this, but I’m gonna keep trying to-”

“I’m not asking you to do that,” he intervenes, holding the phone up just enough for the human to see the bedsheets, but not the mess scattered about. “Though I won’t lie that I miss havin’ you guys around.”

He sees a grin replace the worry on their face and hears a few quick knocks sound on their line. Faust’s distinct voice calling out for his parent is heard as clear as day from behind them. Another emotion overcomes the previous one on the human’s face, and he can tell they’re not sure what to say.

“I’m not supposed to let him see you, but. . . I really wish I could. You’re- You’ve been a great tutor and friend. And just a cool person in general. I don’t know if you’re busy right now, but if you give me a minute I’ll be back to talk with you about something.”

“Go ahead, (Y/N). I’ll wait.”

The human gives a nod and flips the phone down so it faces the surface of the couch. Now void of a view of their living room, Sans waits and listens as (Y/N) instructs Faust to head upstairs and shower. Steps can be heard going up the stairs and, not long after, he can see a hand turn the phone around and take it from the couch. (Y/N) covers the camera quickly before another set of footsteps -- these louder in comparison to the child’s -- rush in their pace. The camera is then uncovered to reveal the human now sitting on their bed, a bashful look showing on their (s/t) complexion as they sit up straight, huff, and brush some tousled hair away from their face.

“I have something for you, Sans.”

He watches them put the phone down on the mattress and waits while they pull out a gift box from behind them. It’s much larger than what one would call a regular present, the size big enough to be considered more of a child’s holiday gift than an ordinary present.

“I. . . figured you’d need these now that you have that thing around your ankle. I can give you the receipt if they don’t fit.”

Another grin makes their eyes and entire demeanor spark with anticipation, hands shaking the present to tease him over the contents. Sans pays close attention to the noise it produces, the sound similar to something soft making friction with cardboard -- most likely some sort of clothing or fabric, given he would need to try that on.

“Faust helped pick the colors,” (Y/N) mentions, setting the gift box down in front of them. “Is it okay if I send it to you by mail, or should I leave it with Toriel at her office?”

“It’s fine if you leave it at the office. I’ll just pick it up after my shift ends.”

“Great! I guess I’ll talk to you la-”

“Thanks,” he mutters, stopping the human when he sees they’re about to hang up. “Is it cool with you if I call you back sometimes?”

“Sure,” they reply, letting out a laugh. “It’s not like I made the order -- I’m not the one who wants you out of my life.”

The longing in their tone is enhanced by the their droopy eyelids and strained smile. They sit up straight and put a hand on the present, the other falling on their chest as they tug at the fabric of their work uniform and break eye contact by facing down at their lap.

“Faust just came back from his tutoring lessons. . . But it’s just not the same, y’know?”

“Warmed up to me that much, huh?”

“I guess so,” they confess, smile widening and eyes finally facing him again. “I never thought it’d be possible, but it really did felt like we were starting over. A new school, new job, new people. . . Having you here every Friday was just another thing I liked about all this.” They bring a hand against the back of their head and rub their neck, looking more troubled the more words left their mouth. “It might just be my sleepiness talking, but I hope that all made sense, at least.”

(Y/N) hangs up after that, leaving him no time to say anything about that sudden burst of words. The monster sighs as he rises from the bed and looks around his room, the pile of clothing on one side and the mess of papers and books on the other threatening him each time they got bigger. He lets out a groan and stands in front of the mess of papers and books, giving a head start to his piled up work -- however begrudging a task it was for him at the moment. It was the only thing he could think of doing that would distract him from the call.

The ankle monitor wasn’t too much of a bother itself seeing as he could hide it under some long, baggy pants and keep going about his day, yet the reminder he received each day the bell rang was what made him remember why it was there. Every other weekday, when it was time for the students to leave back home, he had to wait until (Y/N) and Faust were gone for him to get anywhere near the school gates. He never dared to get close enough to see the pair and wave at the two from afar, the warning the judge had given sounding more on his mind whenever he thought of doing anything like that.

Though he wasn’t entirely in favor of the discrepancies between Jessie and (Y/N)’s sentences, he was in no place to fight against them. Unlike his time on the Underground, his title of judgment was almost entirely stripped away from him the moment he arrived at the Surface, both for the sake of being a monster and not being relevant enough to hold the same power as he once used to.

The monster wanted to give up, yet something nagged at him whenever the thought so much as crossed his mind. Then again, it was most likely just his sleepiness talking right now -- quite like the human had stated before.

He would’ve left his room and head straight to Grillby’s, if it weren’t for the fact he felt too lazy to get dressed and make the effort of covering the device around his ankle.