Save Point (Sans x Reader)

Chapter Twenty-Eight

You decide to spend your lunch break at the school, in dire need of discussing what you were planning to do with someone else. Undyne beats you to it first, however, having spotted you from afar now that she was in charge of covering up for Sans each time Faust was near. That thought haunts you as you wave at her and try to keep a neutral expression.

“What’s up?” she asks, arriving in front of you. The sound of the soccer ball being kicked around by the children drown out part of her voice, though she speaks just loud enough for you to hear her clearly. You both sit down on one of the benches while you greet some of the parents you're acquainted with by waving at a distance. “I heard you guys still keep in touch after what happened -- Papyrus told me that much, at least.”

“Yeah, we. . . We still do,” you state, feeling strange at the mention of that subject. “I called him a few days ago, and I’ve been thinking of doing something about all this. I don’t think I can stop thinking about it until I give it a try.”

“What’s on your mind, then? I can help.”

You smile at her and hesitate, looking down at your palms and closing them when you make a decision. “I want to talk with the mayor of my town. I’ve been drafting a bunch of letters explaining the problem, but I don’t know what else to do from here -- Or if the letters are even any good to send to the mayor.”

The severity of the situation falls upon you right as you finish speaking. Many times you told yourself to keep calm when discussing the topic, yet you couldn’t manage that now that you were actually taking action. You remember Jessie and the confidence they carried up until the end. Even as they were being sent off to jail, they looked shocked at the knowledge that Faust had betrayed them with his confession of what he witnessed, rather than for the mention of their two-year sentence in prison.

“I should’ve done something earlier, but things just came one after another, and now I feel like I’ve lost that chance. Sans, he. . . He looked off that time I called him, but he tried to hide it. I doubt he feels okay with what happened, but I- I. . . I don’t even know how to get him to open up. And now that I think about it, why should he?”

“First off, calm down, (Y/N),” Undyne intervenes, a chuckle leaving her mouth. “You went off on a spiral stronger than the ones Alphys has.”

She scoots closer to your side to have more privacy and stare more directly at you. Her eye softens a little as her expression grows distant, most likely lost in thought. That lasts for a few more seconds, her eye turning back to you.

“We all agreed to be careful with what we do,” she continues, words firm as so is the look on her face. “We’re all monsters except for Frisk, so we don’t want to risk having Faust taken away or anything like that. Hell, we even thought of Frisk also being thrown into it if we acted too rashly. That time Toriel had to sit separately from Frisk got to all of us. We were scared we were gonna lose them and everything they represent, even though it was just that one time.”

She leans back on her seat and looks up at the sky, a different emotion showing on her expression. You look up at her, feeling as if she had something left to say out of everything else she had mentioned.

“I doubt it’ll be easy, but if you’re also onset about doing this, that says a lot -- ‘Cuz it’s not like we asked you to do that. You started taking action all by yourself.”

Her gaze finally breaks off from the sky and a more familiar emotion crosses her face this time around. She looks at the watch tied around her wrist and checks the time.

“I have to clean up now, but we can talk more about this later. Do you have me on Overnet yet?”

You reply with an ‘I don’t’ and hand her your phone when she requests for it. She accesses the app and gives a few taps, nodding and handing it back to you as soon as she’s done. You thank her and take to phone back to see her profile along with the message of ‘request sent’ at the top right of the screen.

“I don’t know if the thought’s crossed your mind lately, but he’s still your friend. If anything, I think he wants to talk with you again. He was all busy yesterday calculating when you’d be out of work to call you, but then I made the mistake of making fun of him about it.”

The smile that shows on your face catches you off guard, giving you no chance to fight it back or cover it away from her gaze. You stand up from the bench and search for Faust around the playground, remembering you were still on your lunch break and that you had to be going back soon.

You wave at Undyne as she waves back and walks away, leaving you to yourself and with only fifteen minutes left to get back to work. In a hurry, you rush to Faust’s side before preparing to leave and plant a kiss on his cheek once he approaches you.

Faust smiles and hugs you, giving you the exact same look he gave you lately whenever he wanted to ask about the situation between you and Sans. It was the same look he gave you after he found you writing the letters and the one when he heard the two of you talking during your face-call last Friday. He had been persistent to know, yet you reminded him of the rules of the judge and how he wasn’t meant to meddle in that subject.

Instead of acknowledging his look with words, you give a look of your own right back at him, your firm eye contact, stern frown, and furrowed eyebrows enough for him to get the message. He pouts and relents with a huff, rushing with his friends back to the playground.

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Eight minutes late mark when you clock in. In admittance to your defeat, you slump and let your forehead make contact with the wall. You stay in that position for a while and hold back a grin, waiting until Sunny flies in and places a hand on your back, asking if you're okay. You start to feel guilty about your charade, mind already imagining how worried the Whimsun would look when you turned around.

"I'm gonna send that letter," you mutter, lifting your head away from the wall. You can feel a smile creeping on your face with how dramatic those words come out.

"R- Right now?" she stutters, pulling her hand back.

"As soon as I get out of work. I can't stand to wait. . . and it's only been a few weeks."

You turn to her and smile, a laugh finally bursting through when you see her panicking for you. She looks more stressed than she's supposed to, and you feel guilty despite your attempt at teasing her.

"How do you even like hanging out with me after I make you worry so much?" you ask, smile widening as you walk with her to the coat hangers to pick up your apron, gloves, and hairnet. "You gave that testimony even though you're not one for crowds, and yet you still put up with me."

"I thought it was ex- exciting, actually," she speaks, waiting for you to finish setting up for the second part of your shift. "Seeing all those officers and the judge watching. . . waiting to hear me talk. I- I felt. . . determined all of a sudden. When I saw Faust tell what he witnessed, his bravery gave me courage, and that's when I knew I had to tell about the threats you were getting."

Unable to stand listening to her without doing something about her words, you give her a careful nudge and offer her a hug. Her small eyes grow bigger when she sees that, and it takes her a while to shake off her surprise. You bring her close and hug her just tight enough not to hurt her -- her body and wings being frail and less sturdy when compared to a human's average physicality.

"Thank you."