Save Point (Sans x Reader)

Chapter Fifty-Four, Part Two

“The heck happened here?” Undyne questions, alarm in her tone. “Where did that flower run off to?!”

“He escaped,” Sans explains, glancing briefly at the fish woman before going back to the human, who looks sickly and faint. “But that ain’t important right now -- (Y/N) got hurt tryna fight 'im off.”

“You did, too,” the mentioned name remarks, concern in their gaze. “Why didn’t you press the emergency button? We. . . We could’ve lost you.”

Frisk steps in while Faust approaches the skeleton. The older one of the two frowns deeply as they sign an explanation at (Y/N). Faust, on the other hand, helps Sans with his injuries, taking the first aid kit Alphys offers to him. “It’s more dangerous to get more people involved. It’s better to deal with Flowey alone than in big groups.”

Undyne steps in to help the human, looking troubled when she gets a closer look at their injuries. “That punk sure did a number on you, huh? Did you guys fight him off on your own, then? ‘Cuz that’s metal as hell.”

Sans chuckles at her comment, though it vanishes quickly, the sight of the human limp and weak reminding him of the day of their kidnapping and how close he had been to losing them. “We did. But (Y/N) got pretty scary-lookin’ there, though -- Told it to Flowey straight, and woulda probably kept goin’ at it if he hadn’t escaped.”

Expecting them to defend their actions, he sees the human droop instead. They fall to their knees, undoubtedly alarming Undyne further. “You okay there?” she questions, placing her hand on their shoulder, gripping them strong. “Not really sure if this place can treat human injuries, but want me to call a doc for you?”

The skeleton sees (Y/N) shake their head softly and cover their face, catching a glimpse of teary eyes before they hide. “It's fine. I- I was. . . I was just questioning myself for a moment there.”

“I- It’s okay to feel that way sometimes,” Alphys comments, making both the fish woman and the human look to her side. “You don’t need to feel or be strong all the time. It’s a- a natural part of e- every living being, even if it all goes. . . unnoticed sometimes.”

"Thanks, Alphys." The human frowns, sighing. “Christmas is coming soon and I just. . . I don’t know what to do with myself anymore. I know Faust wants to celebrate with all of us, and Mettaton’s been really helpful about all that, but I. . . I-“

“Breathe for a minute, cupcake. Your soul probably needs some follow up 'fore you start gettin' worked up again."

Internal panic makes Sans blurt out the first thing that comes to mind, his words resulting in immediate embarrassment -- plus a grinning Undyne, a giddy Alphys, and a smiling Frisk and Faust glancing at each other.

“Remember that time you first felt its trait? It could be changin’ again.”

“How- How many times can it change, though? I mean, I've read about this before, but not to that extent yet.”

Alphys frowns, worry clear on her face. “I- It usually stables up when the human reaches a certain age. You’re still young, so it could take a while -- may- maybe until you’re close to your late adult stage for it to stay one way.”

(Y/N) looks away from her and everyone else, though Sans still manages to see their expression, tired and uncertain. 

“Does that mean I’m not strong enough? Maybe that’s why I never stood up to Jessie until recently, or. . . or why I’m still having trouble with the mayor, or-“

“That doesn’t mean you’re weak,” he intervenes again, trying to stand up. Faust pushes him back in bed, warning him about his injuries. “It just means you’re growin’ -- that you’re learnin’ howta be strong.”