Save Point (Sans x Reader)

Chapter Fifty-Two, Part One

Content Warnings Include:

Heavy themes and crude language.

​​​​​​Some of these topics might become more upsetting to some readers. Discretion is advised for those younger than 13.

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"Stay strong, buddy. When I make it big, I'll keep you in mind." – Burgerpants

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The same procedures as the first day are made once more. 

Today marks your fourth day in court, two you had spent dealing with Faust’s custody and two that involved you confronting the mayor. While you had won the first case and were hoping to prove your accusations on the second one, you couldn’t shake off the embarrassment that came with being viewed as a familiar face to the people working for the judge. 

Your lawyer walks with you to court, though not before rushing towards the policewoman to place a quick kiss on her lips, answering your question in regards to who she was married to. She gives a shy smile afterwards, turning back to you as quickly as she pulls away. 

“D- Did you manage to visit Sans during the week?” she asks, sparking casual conversation between you, in wait for the trail to begin -- to continue where it left off. “I hope those guys didn’t give you too much trouble. You should’ve had the right to visit him at least once before today.”

“They didn’t let me take Faust with me, but I could still go by myself,” you answer, smiling at her. “It was only an hour, but. . . It felt like more -- In a good way, I mean.”

She nods, averting her eyes from you to look around the room, no guards or judge present. Only the audience is viewed sitting close by, quiet and impatient.

You feel cold at the sound of chains clinking, sound growing louder as you wait, gaze not daring to stare at the entrance of the courtroom. Followed by that noise is muffled mockery and varied forms of interjections, some hinting at surprise and others at shock. You continue waiting, heart speeding when the doors open.

In arrives a grim-faced monster, silent and still. Guards order him to move, though he refuses. He doesn’t budge, not even when he’s threatened to be shocked the same way as you had when approaching him the first time you saw him chained. 

The mayor enters after him, the ones who had carried out his plans following behind, Jessie entering last. Your stomach twists when they glance at you, how hard you had tried to forget and how much effort you had put into moving on crumbling to pieces, courage taking a hard blow in the process. You grab onto the podium and prepare yourself. The lawyer beside you beats you to it, though -- a glare contorting the gentle look on her face.

“Were either opponents capable of investigating further? I believe a week was enough time. Not too long and not too brief -- fortunate, considering Sans had to stay under surveillance for the past week," the judge speaks, appearing from a single, small door adjacent to the ones you came out of.

“(Miss/Mister) (L/N) and I went to the crime scene as soon as the date was announced. The officers there wouldn’t let (L/N) in, even with their ID and their purpose, but I was able to take that matter into my hands," your lawyer explains, toying with the left end of her glasses.

The judge grimaces before speaking, hands resting over the podium when she arrives, looking deep in thought. “I would need to have a word with those officers, it seems. Were you prevented from researching anything else at any point?”