Save Point (Sans x Reader)

Chapter Thirty, Part Two

“They may have chosen a wrong way to execute their beliefs, but they were still trying to keep your son out of harm's way.”

The mayor's words are final. He leans back on his desk chair, defiance showing underneath the well-mannered expression he tried to keep with you.

“If you still can’t see the wrong Jessie did even with all the evidence brought up in court, then I won’t keep bothering you, mayor. I think you of all people should know how wrong it is to be that unjust with people.”

It takes all you have in you not to bring up the disbalance between Sans and Jessie’s sentences. You still believed it to be incomprehensible that one would receive almost five years of sentence while the other got only two. That single thought is enough fuel for your anger to rise along with your pride.

You stand up and fix your outfit, trying to keep your head up despite the itchy feeling of your eyes and the dryness of your throat. You can already tell you’ve lost this case by the unimpressed features of the mayor. His lips are a straight line and his hands are still neatly folded over his desk, not budging to move or do anything in protest to your leave. He keeps quiet until your hand reaches the exit door, ready to push it open and leave.

“Good day, (L/N).”

“Good day, mayor.”

A tear escapes your eye when your close the door behind you, feeling your chest tighten when you remember it’s only been a month since Sans was given his sentence. You missed him -- there was no other way to put it. You missed having him over on Fridays and planning the days when you would hang out as a pair, or by Faust and the monster’s family by your side.

The officer notices you when you take a few steps down the hall leading back to the main entrance. Concern seems to fall on her visage when she sees you quieter and gloomier than when you first made it here. She doesn’t say a word, however, and instead signals for you to follow her down the hallway, steps slowing down for your sake.

“You’re mister Sans’s partner, correct?”

Her voice catches you by surprise when she decides to speak mid into your walk back together. She’s looking up at you, her shorter height and soft look never dampening the drape of authority she carried within.

“We, uh. . . never got to that point.”

“Really? Not even a kiss or anything of the sort? He looked genuinely worried for both you and your son.”

“Nothing, really. We’re still friends -- It got tougher now that we’re technically in a long-distance relationship.”

“Platonic relationship, I’m guessing?” she teases, nudging you on the shoulder.

“Kind of,” you reply, a tiny, amused smile replacing the sorrow you carried fresh in your thoughts. “We talked about our relationship a few days ago, and I guess he wouldn’t mind dating if we weren’t in this situation.”

You can see the officer bite her lip and hesitate on her steps. It looks like she has something she wants to say, though she doesn’t speak when you make eye contact. The walk back together feels longer to you with how many turns you take to get there. The same, sudden flash of light appears at the corner of your eye again, but the same as before happens when you look back at it.

The woman passes a hand through her curls as she looks at you. “What about finding another solution if this doesn’t work out? Have you tried talking with the judge directly? I’m not supposed to say this, but. . . He might have a soft spot with you now that he worked on your case.”

“I. . .” You’re left dumbstruck by her words, not quite expecting that from her. “Thank you. I didn’t think about that.”

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