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So another fandom jump, and the victim is no other than the Tumbler Sexyman himself, Sans the skeleton. His 'x reader' books were okay but they never wrote his character right. He was always depressed and shit, which was very annoying in some circumstances.

I tried to look at the AU books. They were a bit better but still more fanon than canon. Nightmare sans was hot though.

But anyways, I hope you enjoy this oneshot.

And Happy Belated Mothers Day :]
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Sans POV:

412.

412 resets.

I'm surprised I remember most of them, but then again. . . Most were mercyless genocide.

I awoke in my bed again. Same sock on the floor, same blank, dark room, and same gray ceiling I stared at. Another reset and to be completely honest, I'm not fazed. I had got used to waking up in this room. I get up and stretch, I'm made out of bones so I have no idea why I do that in the first place. Walking to the door, I await my brother's call, the one I heard over 400 times over.

"BROTHER! YOU OVERSLEPT, AGAIN!" Papyrus said, slamming the door open. "OH, YOU'RE UP." He looked down at his younger brother. "GOOD! NOW YOU CAN MAKE IT TO YOUR POST BRIGHT AND EARLY!" Papyrus pointed towards the sky as his red, unwashed cape flew behind him. "Heh, can't bro." He once again looked down, this time in worry. "WHY NOT? ARE YOU ILL?" "Nope, I just have no body to go with." I winked at him. My brother began to explode at my stupid and unfunny puns to which I ignored.

I turned around to head downstairs. "Alright buddy, see ya' in a few." "WAIT, SANS." I turn around. He's about to ask if I picked up the sock on the floor- "Are you alright?"

I froze. 'Am I alright? He's never said that before.' A voice cut my thoughts short. "Sans?" "O-Oh yeah bro. Just tired, I guess." Sans smiles. "Thanks for asking though." Papyrus looks down at me in sympathy. "Alright brother. . . SINCE YOU ARE SO TIRED TODAY, YOU GET A DAY OFF. HAVE A GOOD DAY BROTHER!"

He walked out the door leaving me in shock. 'This- This is. . .'

"Different."

On the Surface

Narrator's POV:

(Name).

A well known artist and creator. They are quiet and to themselves and rarely interact with anyone, not in a shy way though. They just hate people. Monstrous, angry, grotesque, numb, cheating, untrustworthy; the list goes on. Their parents never warned them about the dangers of life so they sadly learned the hard way.

(Name) was working on a large piece of art. Colors and images swissed and swerved in such magnificent ways. From plain to pastel, the waves and scenes appeased the brain and eye, calming it in such a glorious way. This eyecandy was going to be their masterpiece.

Finishing the painting, they called for some of their most trustworthy employees to put it on display in the local museum. It was not going to be sold, for no price could take this away from them.

They took off their terracotta apron and hung it on their cream-colored wall. Going to the bathroom, they washed their hands while watching the paint and ink run down the sink. The bright colors wash away in the blackhole, disappearing to never be seen again. (Name) sighs loudly while looking at themselves in the mirror.

They turn off the sink, not even bothering to dry their hands, and they turn away from the bathroom. (Name) walks aimlessly unsure of what to do. They suddenly stop and tap their fingers on the wall in a rhythmic pattern. Six taps turning to five. Five taps turning to four.

Three.

Two.

One. . .

White flashes for only a quarter of a second before leaving as quickly as it came. Nothing changed to the eye. . . If they didn't remember that is. "200." (Name) says blankly, standing in a room they weren't in a few minutes ago. "200 times I have painted this moral."

Laying in front of them was an unfinished painting, their 'masterpiece'. It was in its beginning stages. Only sketches and smears resided on the canvas. (Name) has been through what they call 'loops' and remembers each one. They tried to stop these loops, of course, but failed because these loops were never focused on them, rather something else entirely.

'Who or what is causing these loops? Why can't I escape it?' (Name) thought, getting up out of their chair and walking out of the office building with their coat on. They've already checked the whole city- hell, they've checked the whole state- and yet, they can't find the reason for this.

(Name) looked up at the same cloud, the same plane, the same birds, the same mountain. 'Wait, now that I think about it: I've never checked Mt. Ebott before. Don't people go missing there or something?' They looked at the large mountain once more and made up their mind.

"I'm going to Mt. Ebott."

Shortly after

(Name)'s POV:

This was a horrible idea.

I'm cold, I'm tired, and I'm pissed. Not only did it take me three hours to climb this mountain- without gear may I add- some clingy weirdo reported me as missing, so now the red and blues are searching the mountain looking for my dumbass! {You're not dumb, don't listen to yourself} It was getting dark and there are bears here which is pretty nice.

Trudging forward, I came across an empty area on the mountain surrounded by trees, bushes, and roots. "I guess this must be the top of the mountain." Did I just talk to myself? "Yeah, I'm crazy."

I looked around. Nothing really seemed too interesting- well, besides the big ass hole in the ground and a purple and blue striped shirt kid. The kid looked down at the hole and the longer they stared, the more worry bubbled in my stomach. "Hey! Kid! Get away from there, please!"

The child looked over in surprise, stepping back much to my relief. They moved their lips but I only caught a few words: 'You....ot....su..osse..be..ere.' I stepped closer, the child doing the same. "Why are you here? Are you hurt?" I asked kindly. The child shook their head and I sigh in relief. ". . . Were you going to jump?" The child looks hesitant but nods. I look at them in sympathy and inch closer.

"I don't know what happened so I can't tell you that I understand, but what I can tell you is that it's not worth it. Whatever it is can pass over with a little help." Reaching my hand out, I offer a kind smile while looking down at them. The child looks at my hand in surprise. The surprise soon turned into regret as the child leaped into my hands with tears in their eyes. They whispered things like 'I'm sorry' or 'I didn't want to' while all I could do was rub their back and comfort them.

It's been about twenty minutes since they said 'goodbye'. I've sat here just in case they come back. The kid, whose name is Frisk, told me they'd be fine traveling back down the mountain by themselves since they've been up and down this place for a long time. Getting up, I walked towards the way I came- that was until I felt something caught on my foot causing me to slip.

I fell.

Big time skip

Narrator's POV:

(Name) hugged Toriel one last time and went through the purple doors. They were immediately met with a woody terrain covered in snow. The whiteness spreads for miles and doesn't seem to stop. (Name) sighed and made their way through the snowy forest. Crunches could be heard under their feet as they traced through the unknown area. More crunches could be heard, but not of their own.

(Name) whipped around but they were met with nothing but snow. Hesitantly, they kept walking and made it to what they thought was a bridge, but before they could walk through it, the sound of something walking behind them echoed through (Name)'s mind.

They were frozen in fear. The footsteps came closer, stopping mere inches away from them. "H u m a n." A dark and raspy voice echoed behind them. (Name) began to shake. "Don't you know how to greet a new pal? Turn around and shake my hand." They hesitantly turned around. Terrified couldn't even describe how they were right now.

Looking down, they were met with what they presume was a hand. It looked to be made out of bones, no veins or skin were present. Just bones. (Name) reached out a shaky hand towards it slowly grabbing hold of the hand. Their mind began to wander. 'The monster could have a knife behind its back, or a gun, or-!'

Pfffftttttt. . .

'Was-'

"Was that a fart?"

They weakly giggled, then chuckled, then laughed. No matter how much they wanted to, (Name) couldn't find out why they were laughing. Maybe it was because this is the first time they heard humor in what felt like years. Eventually, they let go of the stranger's hand to get a better look at them.

It was a short skeleton; (Name) was about a few inches taller than him. He wore a wrinkly blue jacket, black shorts that bore a white strip, and pink, fluffy sandals to top it all off.

"Heh Take a picture, kid, it'll last longer."

"O-Oh! I'm sorry!" (Name) says, waving their hands. "You might not believe it, but this is the first time I've ever met a skeleton." "Oh, really?" The skeleton humored sarcastically causing both of them to chuckle. "Names' Sans, what's yours kid?" He winked at you, causing blood to rush towards your face. "My name is (Name), nice to meet you Sans!"

The two talked and walked for a bit, throwing in some jokes on the way. Sans had invited them to stay over, to which (Name) was fine with. Papyrus was surprised that a human fell to the underground and tried to capture them, but he gave up and decided that friends come before the royal guard. The skeletons couldn't be happier about their new human friend, especially Sans.

One month later

One month with some not so spooky, scary skeletons. They were kind and sweet, almost like watching a comedy T.V. every day. (Name) was appointed the chef of the house as Papyrus' food wasn't- well, edible. They also made thursday and movie night day and sat on the small green couch watching movies together. Sans would bring (Name) with him to Grillby's sometimes {All the time} and stay there till about midnight cracking jokes and telling stories.

(Name) was curious though. Sans would not allow them to leave the small town, Snowdin, no matter what. When they tried to ask Papyrus, he just shrugged saying that he doesn't know why either. According to him, past Snowdin was no real danger- to him at least. (Name) tried to approach Sans about it but he kept dodging the question and ended up getting away.

One day, (Name) was going to the shop to buy some cookies and greeted the shopkeeper. "Good morn'n, sugar. What can I get cha'? The tall bunny greeted them back. "Just some cookies ma'am!" (Name) fished out some gold from their pocket and handed it to the lady over the counter. "Got 'em hot n' ready, just for you, suga'!" The shopkeeper stated, grabbing the gold from their hand. They turned around and looked at the jar that sat on the far counter.

They glanced around the shop. It was quite dark but still very homey. Behind the counter were shelves of merchandise ready to be sold by the bunny herself. To (Name)'s right, a watercolor painting they made of the shop elegantly hung tall. They made it after being here for a week and the bunny adored it. It took (Name) a week to make her stop saying 'thank you'.

"Hey, uhm can I ask you a question?" The bunny raises her brow while grabbing cookies. "Shoot." "Well, I never left Snowdin but I'm not told why. Can you explain why?" (Name) asks while rubbing their hands together. The question freezes the shopkeeper. She looks down then looks back up at the human in front of her. "You really don't know?" (Name) shakes their head. The bunny sighs. "Alrigh', sit back, sugar, this here's a long story."

One more soul. One more soul needed to free the monsters from this cage.

(Name) marched to the place they called home for a month. The painful truth has been nakedly put in front of them, and they drastically needed to clothe it. They walked to the front porch and reached for the handle of the door, but stopped.

'What would Papyrus say?'

Turning around, (Name) glanced at the place they called home. The monsters, the snow, the love; they'll miss all of it, but things need to be done.

They walked away from the house and towards the boatman, rethinking every decision they made in the last 24 hours. In this distance, (Name) could hear the singing of the boatman, but before they could get any closer, someone grabbed their wrist.

"Sans?"

"Where are you going?" His voice was deep and menacing but They didn't crack. You had to be strong. "To the king, I need to convince him to change his morals." "You are not going anywhere." Sans didn't question how (Name) knew that, he just wanted to keep them here. Keep you safe. "I am, Sans."

He held onto their wrist tighter, "The royal guard is going to kill you, and if they don't, King Asgore will." Sans' once white pupils were now gone, making his eye sockets look like two deep, black holes. "I know you are worried, but I can take care of myself." "You are going to die, you idiot!" (Name) grew angry. "And why the hell do you care!?"

"Because I love you dumbass!"

(Name)'s eyes widened. 'Love? Me?' Blood quickly rushes to their cheeks, blushing while taking in what the skeleton just said. "I can't possibly lose you. You're the only reason, besides my brother, why I actually put full effort into things. I know- I know it sounds really cheesy, but please just throw me a bone here and stay safe."

Sans was very blue at the moment and he was shaking in his bones, scared of what (Name) would say. They slowly smiled, "I love you too, Sans. . . You're allowing me to go?" Sans looks at them and shares his own smile. "I trust you. Just promise me you'll come back to me, (Name)."

"I'll stay alive, I promise."

That's the only thing that rang in his head as he held your dead body. Monsters were free and his heart was shattered.

Bro, imagine being dead, couldn't be me.