Save Point (Sans x Reader)

Chapter Thirty-Eight, Part Three

Sans greets the babysitter and hands her payment when you make it to the hotel. With Faust having fallen asleep, the bunny woman waits by the lobby, one of her children fully awake and holding onto her hand while the other sits by the waiting lounge, drowsiness showing through the way his eyes slowly close and later open again. “Is it fine with you if my kids hang out with Faust sometimes? They got along really well during the time you were gone.”

Although it’s not a rarity to hear that said about Faust, you feel just as much content for knowing that as you did the first time you saw him talking with monsters. You grant her that permission and tell her to call you if something ever came up, numbers having already been exchanged when you met up with her to leave Faust under her care.

“Come over to my shop sometime?” she offers, a smile on her face. “I used to be a shopkeeper at Snowdin, but now I have a lil’ business set up near the city mall. I heard you work at a pastry shop, so I’d love to talk with you about cooking and all that.”

“That would be nice,” you reply, returning her smile. “I’m not the best when it comes to baking, but I know a thing or two about other stuff.”

Excited, the shopkeeper’s nose begins to twitch as does her tail. Her ears perk up, and it takes you more than a second before you realize what she wants. She squeezes you into a hug, her plump figure soft with the purple coat of fur that covered her skin, the scent of baked goods emerging from her body. You return her gesture by letting yourself loosen up under the hug and squeezing her back. Oddly comforted by her approach, you keep your eyes closed until she lets go of you.

You watch her take leave with her two bunny children after that, waving her off when she’s about to exit. The lobby grows quieter when she closes the door behind her, nine thirty being responsible for the tranquility inside the hotel.

“Are you really okay with paying?” you ask, directing your words at Sans, who’s now laying back on one of the five chairs available of the waiting area.

“I already did, and I don’t plan on askin’ you back for it,” he replies, standing up firm on his seat. “She didn’t want us to pay her for this one, so it doesn’t matter either way.“

“Why would she say that?”

“She was a well-known gal in Snowdin -- made the best cinnamon bunnies around. Doesn’t know that many people in the cookin’ business though, so she’s always eager to make friends who are.”

“Bunnies?” you ask, a grin on your face.

“They were bunny-shaped. It was a real hit with kids.”

Your conversation ends as you choose to head back to your hotel room, not in the comfort of leaving Faust home alone more than necessary. While you felt and were aware of your paranoia, your mind could only come up with constant scenarios of what would happen to Faust were you to leave him on his own for too long.

You pass by a busy Mettaton on your way to the elevator, who gives you a flirtatious wink when he notices Sans beside you. “Sneaking in late, I see,” he jokes, placing a hand on his hip. “Have a nice night, sweetheart.”