Save Point (Sans x Reader)

Chapter Forty-Six, Part Three

“Let’s calm down now, shall we?” the mayor taunts, hiding his smile. “There's no reason for us to fight.”

Still fuming, Undyne narrows her eye at the man and lets go of his wrist, stepping back yet keeping herself close to your side. “What do you want from us?”

The mayor grabs his suit jacket and fluffs his collar, taking his time to pay any actual mind to her question. Visibly irritated, Undyne stiffens and squeezes a hand into a fist, fingers looking desperate to grab something other than his wrist again. You stay by her and offer her a smile, one she returns the second she sees you looking at her.

Finally, he stops fixing his clothes and decides to answer her question, a nonchalant trace to his words. “Nothing in particular, miss. I believe I have the right to ask (miss/mister) (L/N) here why they plan to take me to court, don’t I? I gave them what they wanted, so I can’t see why they’re against me now.” He stops looking at Undyne to smile at you, a glint of amusement showing when he meets your eye. “What more do you want from me, (L/N)? I gave you the right to be with Sans, yet you don’t seem to be content with it.” It’s now your turn to grow irritated, his way of belittling you masked by his formality. “While I do care about the harmony between the two sides, you cannot expect me to solve all your problems. Humans and monsters don’t mix as well as you think, so having you be engaged to one is a miracle in itself. You cannot expect anymore than that -- Time will take its course, just like it has for everyone else.”

Through with his mocking commentary, you take a step closer to him and meet eye-to-eye, his gaze absent of what was required for him to listen to what you had to say. You give it a shot either way, not wanting to waste your opportunity of confronting him now that you were being given the chance to.

“Nothing will change if nothing’s done about it,” you disagree, keeping your breathing steady and stance upright as a way to calm down. “Time’s not the only factor -- You actually need to put in some effort for those changes to happen.”

“You’re being impatient,” the mayor retorts, hidden smile finally showing through. You can feel everyone’s eyes on you as he pauses, camera shutters sounding behind you every so often. “But what can I expect from someone who quit the department barely half a year in? From someone who lasted only a single year married? Someone who’s only known a monster for a year, and is suddenly now head over heels for him?” 

A dangerous edge cuts through his formal tone, warning you over the scarce tolerance left inside him. Even the townsfolk notice the change, some already waiting for an outburst while others shrink themselves back into their seats, a few shifting between both actions. 

“You are anything but determined, (L/N),” the man continues, formality now at a loss from his gaze and voice. “You have never been perseverant. Patience is a trait that doesn’t describe you. You have no integrity, and almost no sense of judgment whatsoever. The kindness you’ve shown with the monsters you never showed with Jessie or anyone of your own kind. Even Faust’s had to deal with your problems and self-conceited whining -- your little consideration for his other parent. And there’s much to say about your bravery if you couldn’t so much as gather the strength to tell your ex the things you didn’t like about them.”

Numbed by his words, you can finally feel your soul ache. Its pulse is painfully slow, yet you can’t muster up the strength to change that. You can only watch as the mayor towers over you, ire almost seeming to spill off his words. 

“You have no redeeming qualities -- I believe you of all people should know when to give up.”

You’re unable to fight back, mind at a complete, utter loss for anything logical or comprehensible enough for you to use against the mayor. Cameras have gone quiet, though it’s noticeable by the people still having them out and aiming that they’ve changed their source of footage for film and recordings.