Save Point (Sans x Reader)

Chapter Forty-Nine, Part One

Cheery music blends into the background as you distract yourself with the decor spread around. The old Christmas tree you used at your old home was now at a corner of the dance floor, memories of when Faust made you buy it flooding your thoughts. While you (did/didn’t) celebrate the holiday, you had given up decorating for the occasion shortly after your divorce. You didn’t see a reason for it now that your family had broken up, yet Faust thought otherwise. He had been persistent to buy even the smallest tree the store had to offer, leading you to relent and decide on the best one according to the size of your home and budget.

White lights are wrapped around the tree while ones of varied colours are hung on the walls, one side of the walls being used as a canvas for the students to paint on, drawings varying from holiday-themed sketches to simpler doodles. A tacky disco ball stands at the middle of the ceiling, while red and green ribbons are placed on the tables occupied with various food, desserts, and drinks, the largest containing the diplomas for the students that were to graduate this year.

“Yo, (Y/N)!”

Undyne greets you first, standing in front of you and holding up a fist for you to bump. Unlike her usual attire, she’s wearing a suit and her hair is let down, the length reaching down to her waist and eyepatch changed to one matching the soft beige of her attire. You bump your fist with hers, smiling when you see her grinning at you. 

“This place looks great! Is that tree yours?”

“It’s the school’s now. I’ll look for another one if Faust wants to this year.”

Alphys and Sunny arrive next, joining in on the conversation. The scientist has her outfit changed for a red cocktail dress and some short-height heels while the Whimsun wears a simpler, yellow sundress, along with a headband of a darker hue, antennae pushed away from her face.

“You- You’re so close to moving out!” Alphys exclaims, hands turned to fists as her tone grows high-pitched with excitement. “Aren’t you a little n- nervous or anything? I. . . I wouldn’t be able to sleep i- if I were in your place!”

“Can’t say I’m not,” you admit, smiling. “But I think I still haven’t grown fully aware of it yet -- It hasn’t hit me that hard, if I’m gonna be honest.”

“Are you okay, though?” Sunny asks, a frown on her face. “I- I mean with moving on and all that stuff. I know Faust took it well, but. . . What about you?”

“I think I’m ready to move on,” you reply, letting your smile grow more prominent as a way to reassure her with your expression. “Thanks for worrying, Sunny.”

A tiny blush spreads on her cheeks, frail hands moving to cover her face as she smiles back at you. “Just let me know if you’re ever feeling down.”

Undyne laughs at the sight of the Whimsun’s flustered look, Alphys holding back a smile of her own. The mood grows lighter, your own confidence over moving out of Toriel’s home and in with Sans urging you to speak with him about the subject, a topic you had failed to bring up a few days ago given the mild trouble that surged when entering the store and the more steamier situation that took place in the makeshift changing room. 

Undyne distracts you from that thought by inviting you to meet other people, Alphys holding her hand and Sunny waiting next to you. 

You focus on the party, though you still remind yourself to talk with him were you to spot him around the vast crowds of humans and monsters alike dispersed around the halls -- some families, some friends, and some close coworkers exchanging food, gifts, and conversation. All three of your companions stop walking when you make it to a small group surrounding Toriel, most of them familiar yet unknown faces, some of them you’ve met before, and a single one you recognized a little too well for your liking and general sense of comfort. The chance to escape is given to you when nobody notices your arrival on a first glance, but that doesn’t stop your company from making you stay by letting their presence known not long after you made your plans for escaping.