Save Point (Sans x Reader)

Chapter Fifty, Part One

"When there's gunshots, there's bound to be bullets." – Ace Attorney, Rise from the Ashes

★

It’s a brand new day.

You wake up to a skeleton monster still asleep, bedsheets shifting as you try to move as quietly as possible, not wanting to wake him yet. Today marked your fifth day since having moved in with Sans, though you were far from getting used to waking up in the same bed as him. The bedroom’s surrounded by sunlight, the curtains you had forgotten to drag yesterday letting the sun pierce through the windows, something he attempts to shield himself from by covering his face with your arm.

At that observation, you proceed to further inspect the room, body wanting to stay a little longer, mind reminding you of today’s trail, and consciousness not wanting to wake the monster up. The time marked on the alarm clock is what makes you come to a decision once you calculate how much time you had left for preparing for the big day ahead.

Sans stops you the second you try to stand up, hands grabbing your wrists as he moves himself on top of you, irises remaining cloudy with sleep.

“Good luck with today,” he speaks up, letting you go. “It really sucks I’m stuck here to watch you deal with all that by yourself.”

“Knowing you’ll be watching’s enough,” you state, smiling. “Today’s all give or take. I already did this once, and I can do it again.”

He grins at your comment, pressing his teeth against the tip of your nose and body weighing down on you whilst still avoiding the row of stitches on your leg, exposed by the pajamas you currently wore. You bring your hands around his waist, pulling him into a firm hug and staying that way for a few more seconds. 

“I really gotta see your soul again someday.”

“Why’s that?”

His hand hovers over your chest, a small shock emerging from your body when it stays there.

“I can feel it now -- the same way I feel mine react to stuff, only more subtle."

★

You take a look at yourself from the reflection of the car’s windows, suit and tie matching with the dress (skirt/pants) Muffet had tailored out for you, one of the skills that came with her being able to craft spiderwebs on a daily basis. Your hair’s combed back with gel while your face is coated with a light sheet of powder and lips with chapstick, something Mettaton had insisted you wore regardless of your preference towards makeup. A metal brooch holds your suit jacket together, only the shirt’s white collar slipping into view. 

“Are you okay?” Faust’s voice asks, feet touching the ground. He gets off the car, stands up straight, and dusts his clothes clean, looking up at you afterwards. “You’ve been staring at your clothes for a while now.”

“I’m fine,” you answer, breathing in. “Just a little nervous, s'all.”

Faust nods at your words, a smile encouraging you to move forward. He follows you the moment you begin walking, obliging you to settle down into a steadier pace.