Chara POV

I was met with silence. As expected. It was dark. "Sans?" I said, making my way into the room, closing the door behind me. I only walked straight because I had a vivid memory of where his bed was. Well.. I mapped out his entire room. From the bed to the drawer, to the fucking tornado. Frisk had done pacifist a lot.

Something soft and firm hit my knee, almost making me trip. But, I caught my balance. It was only assumed this was his mattress. I sat down. I sighed, "Are you just gonna sit here in the dark all day and night?"

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"Y'know.. your room smells like shit. Maybe Papyrus can clean it."
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"I.. Ive heard somewhere that if you don't get enough sun, you could die.."
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"For fucks sake, come from under those dirty-ass blankets already!"
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"I-"
"ok.."

I heard the bed ruffle and move for a moment before Sans' head popped out. Still fully dressed. Jacket and everything. "what do you want." His voice was dry and deep. Like he hadn't drank anything in days. (Speaking literally.) His eyelights were gray. Under his eyes were what seemed to be light stains. Had he been crying?

"Geez, what the hell is wrong with you? You're making everyone..worry." (Nobody else had noticed so I guess it was just me but he couldn't know that.)

"i am? sorry. just been... having a bad time.." he shrugged and winked.. but, I could tell he wasn't joking. He looked like shit. Time to find the root of the problem. "With?"
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"eh..you don't wanna hear about my problems."
"Oh my god, just tell me! I hate when people do thi-"
"esmé and i had a fight. i think we broke up."

Oh.
Oh.

Is this what was bothering him so much? The stupid girl? If I would've known sooner than maybe I wouldn't have wasted 3 of my fucking chocolate bars on him. "Don't be such a bitch."

"what?"
"Nothing."
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I crossed my arms, looking everywhere except at him. "Y'know.. Toriel kept bringing you food. I told her to stop, but it just ended up getting wasted cause of you."

"..oh. i should go tell her I'm sorry. i.. didn't mean to be any trouble." He was getting up. He was actually going to leave the room. I swear there was a butt-print from where he was sitting— besides that, he was actually leaving! Good and bad. Good cause he needs a shower. Bad cause.. I can't let him know I was worried!

"No!"
"uh?"
"You don't.. you don't look very... happy.. to y'know. Get out of this room."

He took a deep breath and a long sigh.. his eyelights returned to there dark nature and he sat back on his bed. "that's cause.. i don't feel...like-"

"This isn't about Esmé. Is it?"
"heh..ya got me."
"Frisk said she wouldn't do a reset anymore."
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"maybe she will. maybe you'll persuade her. and I'll sit there. waking up in snowdin." He did have a point. I was always the one complaining and begging to her to restart. What if one day she got bored and DID do it. That would mean all her progress would be wasted. Maybe even Sans' faith in her. If he had faith in her, that is.

"Ugh. I'll.. I'll make sure she doesn't."
"what?-"
"-BESIDES. It hurt like hell going in that stupid separation thing, along with the fact that in this run we got to save Asriel, I also don't feel like being dead again."
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"Besides.. I guess.. you..deserve to be happy to. So.. — Hey what are you doing?—- StopstopstopStOpSTOP WHATAREYOUDOINGLETGO OF ME—" Sans' hands started to wrap around my waist pulling me closer to him. "ICHANGEMYMINDILLKILLYOUYOUSTUPIDBACKOFBONES-" his embrace was warm in a weird way. I was sitting on my legs, arms perched under me, his head on top of mine. It felt nice actually..
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"I..I swear.. i-I'll-"
"thanks.."
"I..— maybe I'll be a bitch about this and make Frisk reset.."
"nah," he said as he hugged me tighter, "you're to human for that."
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He was right.

(692 words! Finally this story is getting somewhere 😂