(Y/n's POV)
Y/n: [ Sans ]
Your awake now, so you check your tablet to see if the WiFi is working.
Y/n: " Yes!"
The WiFi is working again.
You google search Sans.
Several things pop up like, French translation for sans, different sans fonts, and some other stuff. You keep scrolling further, but you find nothing that grabs your attention.
~time skip to noon~
You've been searching all day and You still haven't found ANYTHING.
As your about to give up, you see something about sans and gods, and click on it.
But to your disappointment, the webpage wasn't accessible.
Y/n: "ugh why!? Why can't I find anything useful!?"
Frustrated, you decided to drown your frustrations in snacks.
You couldn't find any snacks.
Y/n: "where are all the fuck-ing snacks?"
You grab your keys and jacket, and walk over to ^closest store that sells snacks^.
Once you get there, you buy ^what ever snacks you normally buy there, and if you've never been there you just buy whatever snacks you would actually eat^.
^name of a really gullible guy you know that isn't related to you^, sees you and runs over.
Authors note: that guy will now be known as guy1.
Guy1: "hey y/n!"
Y/n: "sup"
Guy1: "wait, weren't you wearing that yesterday?"
Y/n: [oh right, you totally forgot to change.]
Y/n: "No, I have multiple pairs of this same outfit."
Guy1: "ok I guess that makes sense"
Y/n: ...[did he seriously just believe that!?]
You practically die laughing
Guy1: "what so funny?"
Y/n: "sorry, I just thought of something really funny"
Guy1: "what were you thinking of?"
Y/n: [this dude is so gullible, I almost feel bad for him. Almost.]
You desperately try to keep yourself from bursting into laughter again.
Y/n: "oh it was just something one of my friends told me, you probably wouldn't get it."
Guy1: "oh, ok. So your probably headed home right now right?"
Y/n: "yeah"
Guy1: "you probably walked here like usual right?"
Y/n: "yeah"
Guy1: " I could give you a ride home if you want! I mean, I wouldn't want you to have to walk home in the dark!"
Y/n: [my house really isn't too far away, but...I really don't feel like walking]
Y/n: "yeah, that would be great actually!"
Guy1: "great!"
He leads you over to ^what ever car he came in^, and gives you a ride home.

(Reaper Sans POV)
Reaper sans: [I told her my name...if anyone finds out about this...I'm screwed. The worse part is I still want to know. Ugh why!? Why do I need this?!]
Reaper sans goes to check on you. He sees you with some guy/guy1.
Reaper sans: [ who da fuck?! Wait, what do I care if she's with some guy? She's to focused on dying to even bother with dating right? And why would I even care if she was dating it's not like I even remotely have even the smallest bit of...'feelings' towards her, She's just some mortal, heck! Why did I even come back!?]
He was about to leave, but then he over heard the guy ask you out. On a date. And you agreed.
Reaper Sans: [ da fuck!?]
His eye-socket twitched in extreme annoyance.
But he quickly regained his composure, following behind you as you left to go inside your house. He just watched, as you set your stuff down and walk over to your room smiling.
Reaper Sans: [wtf is she smiling about!? Why do I care?! I don't care!]
He looked away as you changed into ^what ever you wear to sleep^, and waited till you had crawled into bed and fell asleep.
Reaper sans: [ I've come this far, I might as well get some answers]
He enters your dream.

(The dream)

Once again it's an apocalyptic setting, this time however its the one where the earth is going to explode. This one is quite rare for you to have, but luckily you still know what to do. You steal a car, drive it to the space station, sneak onto the space ship, get shot into space,  float around The cockpit, and then your supposed to watch the earth explode from a safe distance. However as your floating around, the lights suddenly go out, gravity returns, and you fall to the floor. A familiar voice echoes around you.
Reaper sans: "y/n"
Y/n: "you showed up"
Reaper sans: "I want that answer"
Y/n: "what I would do if I met death right?"
Reaper sans: "yes, that's the one"
Y/n: "you mustn't tell anyone, ok"
Reaper sans: "really, why not?"
Y/n: "I feel that I'd be severely judged for it"
Reaper sans: "ok, I won't tell"
Y/n: "can you promise"
Reaper sans: "I don't like making promises, can't you just trust me, I trusted you with my name."
Y/n: "well, speaking of your name does it have anything to do with gods?"
Reaper sans: "your changing the subject, just answer my question and maybe I'll answer yours."
Y/n: "ok, so...if I met death, and death is a him as you say, I think I'd probably fall deeply in love with him."
Reaper sans: "what!?"
Death is shocked by this.
Y/n: "yeah, I know...you probably think I'm crazy for thinking that way, right?"
Reaper sans: "no, I don't think your crazy, just please explain, I'm awfully curious."
Y/n: "well you probably wouldn't be here if you weren't. Anyways, considering how much I've already fallen in love with just the concept of death, and considering that I'm completely ready to embrace the eternity of death, if death is a guy...he would most likely be someone I'd want to spend the eternity of death with, and being death, he'd already have my affections."
Reaper sans: [she just confessed her love for me, and she doesn't even know. But she agreed to go on a date with that one guy, this doesn't add up...]
Reaper sans: "if your so in love with death then why'd you agree to go on a date with that one guy?"
Y/n: "how do you even know about that?! Also you said you were going to answer my question!"
Reaper sans: "first off, I said MAYBE I'll answer your question, and next off, I'll answer one of the two questions you asked, your choice, but only if you answer my question."
Y/n: "that's not fair! You tricked me!"
Reaper sans: "welp, I can always just leave and you won't get any answers, but considering I'm probably your only source of valid and remotely useful information, you'll have no choice but, to accept my offer. And trust me, this is a good deal for you, normally I'm not this generous, actually your lucky to get any answers at all."
Y/n: "fine."
Reaper sans: "called it"
Deaths smile grew wider from satisfaction.
Y/n: "I agreed to go on a date with that guy because he is nice and Death isn't a guy, so dating isn't possible."
Reaper sans: "but death is a guy"
Y/n: "oh really? how would you know? Have you met him?"
Reaper sans: "I have met him"
Y/n: "how!? Wait, I still have a question you said you'd answer! I wanna know if you have something to do with gods!?"
Reaper sans: "sweetie, I am a god."
Y/n: "what...? Your, no, you couldn't possibly be?! And even if you were, which one are you?"
Reaper sans: "sorry, but I can't tell you that much. Besides I need to leave right about now anyways."
Y/n: "what!? Well are you going come back?"
Reaper sans: "maybe, if you don't go on a date with that guy."
Y/n: "why do you care so much about, wether or not, I go on a date with that guy?"
Reaper sans: "if you love death as you say you do, shouldn't you stay loyal?"
Y/n: "you better not be lying about him being a guy!"
Reaper sans: "trust me, I'm not. See ya around...kid."
Y/n: "I'm not a kid!"
Death was already gone before she finished her sentence.
The dark flickered to light and she was back to floating around in the spaceship, and just in time to watch the world explode, before finally waking up.