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You weren’t special. Just an average person, living an average life. You had graduated high school a few years ago, and we’re currently studying to be a writer. It was always something you were passionate about. You loved to create stories, fantasies, alternate worlds that you could immerse your entire self in, so that you could cope with…life.
Life is unpredictable, that’s a fact. There’s no real way to know what’s going to happen next. You could trip and break your nose, you could win $1000, you could meet the love of your life, or in some cases, you could die. The only thing predictable about life is it’s unpredictability.
At the moment, you were cursing the universe for this. You sat on your couch in your crappy apartment, watching the clock tick. The power had gone out. Your car had broken down, and the nearest pizza place was across town. In other words, you just had really bad luck that day. The worst part was you couldn’t use your computer, and you hated writing on your phone. You couldn’t properly indent, and if you needed to copy and paste your story onto a different format you couldn’t just pull up the screen and minimize the one you were already on. It was just inconvenient.
You sat on the couch, eating cheezits and drinking some soda, waiting for the storm to pass and the power to come back on so you could get back to work.
Sighing, you grabbed your phone and scrolled through the news. Oh there was a movie playing in theaters, it’s been out for a while but you could go see it again. What else…Oh! Monsters had just been released to the surface, by no less than an 8 year old child who, apparently is, “too stupid to die”, as they told the press. Strange. You never were really a big fan of monsters being trapped underground. You never really liked oppression in general, even if you weren’t under all of it. You had absolutely no tolerance for racism, homophobia, or transphobia of any kind. It made you sick. That’s why you write stories about it, as a fun little way to flip off the world while still maintaining a sweet and polite manner that you do want to show off in public and around your friends. You don’t like getting so angry, but there are some things you just can’t ignore. You were glad monsters were free, and promised yourself that if you could, you would help them at any given moment.
Life is unpredictable
And even if it was annoying
You felt oddly lucky
***
When sans woke up the next day, he expected to hear the sound of his brother calling his name, he expected to hear chatter outside his window due to the busy neighborhood, he expected it to be strangely humid in his room at all times, and he expected the clock to tick in that weird familiar way it always did. What he didn’t expect, was that most of his stuff would be in boxes laying around his room. He didn’t expect his room to be so…different.
Oh…
that’s right…
Frisk had promised to stay on the surface, that they wouldn’t RESET. He wasn’t sure if he believed it. Not like he really has a reason to care either way. If it was true, cool, he’d go with it. If not, couldn’t say he was too surprised. He can’t really blame them, Frisk is a kid at the end of the day, a kid with an unimaginable kind of power. Expecting them to use it responsibly is a little much to ask, as they aren’t really old enough to fully understand how their actions may hurt the people around them.
He didn’t hate them, never did, never will. He never blamed them for any of the things that happened in his past. But…he can’t bring himself to love them the way everyone else does. A few days isn’t enough to build up trust. Maybe it’ll come on time, maybe it won’t. Who knows? He certainly didn’t. So, Sans just went with it.
Hearing the sound of his brother calling his name, Sans grabbed his blanket and curled under it into a little burrito. He was really comfy and didn’t feel like getting up. It was storming outside, and the rain just made him wanna go back to sleep.
“SANS YOU LAZYBONES! COME DOWN AND EAT!!! IT’S ALMOST NOON! I WON’T LET YOU SKIP BREAKFAST!”
Sans responded with a grunt, loud enough for Papyrus to hear him. Well he was awake now, no use trying to go back to sleep with Papyrus and thunder ringing in his nonexistent ears.
Sans opened his bedroom door to a completely different house than the one he had in Snowdin. It was weird, leaving it all behind. Frisk didn’t usually get this far before RESETTING. He went into the kitchen, grabbed some chips and some ketchup, and plopped over on the couch. He could almost see Papyrus sigh, but Sans couldn’t tell if it was the usually fake annoyed sigh or out of worry. Guess he was going to find out.
Papyrus made his way over to the couch, giving Sans a weak smile.
“Sup” Sans offered, gesturing the chips towards his younger brother. Papyrus visibly tensed, clearly uninterested in eating something so ungodly bad for your health.
“Sans, the human and I think you should go out more. See the town, explore. You’ve been…” Papyrus paused, clearing his throat. Sans could feel his eyes falter, reading his brother’s expression. He was worried. They were all worried. Damn it. “Really quiet lately…we want to make sure you’re okay.” Sans offered nothing but a weak smile in return.
“I’m alright bro, just tired. You know me” he was tired. Of everything. It was so hard trying to find the point. What was the point in being here if Frisk is just going to RESET it later. It didn’t matter, none of it. It’s not like he really contributed to the True Pacifist run very much. What, some puns and pranks? Anyone could do that. He doesn’t connect with the kid like everyone else does. All ties with them are…bad…so what’s the point in being here if he knows his only job is to kill an 8 year old confused and irresponsible child?
“I do know you, that’s why we’re doing this!” Papyrus’ words snapped Sans out of his….whatever that was.
“Wait, ‘we’”? What does he mean by that.
Not even a whole second lager, the door explodes and Undyne comes crashing through it.
“GET YOUR LAZY ASS UP WE’RE TAKING YOU TO THE MOVIES!!!” She screamed, holding Frisk…by the head…in the air…sometimes he forgets just how dorky all his friends are, he really wished he would remember that more often. After thinking for a few seconds, he blinks.
“Movies? But we can watch movies here.” Sans reasons. He wasn’t wrong. He was stating a legitimate fact. Frisk hopped out of Undyne’s grasp and smiled.
*You tell Sans that going to see movies is more fun, and that the popcorn is always magically better!
Sans shrugged in response.
“I don’t know…it’s raining pretty hard, I mean…” he smiled, his brother glaring at him, not saying a word. “I drought it would be worth it-“ Papyrus just grabbed him and dragged him out the door into the car.
Welp
he tried.
***
You were braving it. Was it pouring outside? Yes. We’re you terrible at driving in the rain? Absolutely. We’re you dying to watch a scary movie. 100%. Did you have anyone to go to the movies with? Nope. We’re you going to look like a total loser going to the movies by yourself? Definitely. Did you care? Nope. Did you desperately want movie theatre popcorn? More than life itself
So here you were, driving yourself all the way across town, just to see a movie you’ve already seen a million times before. Once you got there, it was pretty empty. Not many people were there, as it was in the middle of a storm and only weirdos would go out, in a storm, just to watch a movie because the power was out
.….
Oh…
Kinda called yourself out there.
Ah well
As you stood in line, waiting for your ticket, you could hear a group of people coming in behind you. So maybe you weren’t the only hermit in town coming out of your shell specifically when nobody else would. Good to know. Once you got your ticket, you headed over to watch your movie. After the movie was over, you got out of your seat, packed your things…and made your way over to the quickest bathroom. You should’ve known downing that entire soda was a stupid idea, crap you had to pee.
***
When the group had gotten there, the theatre was practically empty, and they were drenched. Sans just kind of stood there, occasionally spacing out. He was thankful that everyone had come over, taken him out, just so that they could cheer him up. But…it wasn’t working. It wasn’t their fault, but it wasn’t working. He just felt numb. Even during the movie, he felt so…disconnected with everyone else. He didn’t wanna feel like that, he didn’t want to be such a mess. God why couldn’t he get himself together for them, just once could he stop wallowing in his own self pity and be happy with his friends?
Feeling himself start to tremble, unable to keep up the facade much longer, Sans got up, said he was going to buy some more snacks, and rushed out to the hallway. The skeleton pulled his hood up, facing the ground. Maybe he could just stand outside, wait for the movie to be over. No that would worry them. Hide in the bathroom? Nah same issue. Damn it, he really didn’t wanna spend more money on candy he wasn’t gonna finish. Should he go back? No he said he was gonna buy something. He didn’t take the money with him. Would they notice? They were bound to notice that he forgot a very crucial thing that involved doing the thing he told his friends and family that he was going to do. Would they find him? He didn’t want them to see him like that, he didn’t want them to-
Crash!
Sans had fallen backwards, knocking into someone. After taking a few second to rub his head in pain, he heard the sound of someone’s voice. Someone apologizing.
When he opened his eyes, he saw a [height] human with [h/l], [h/c] hair. She had [e/c]. She looked so kind…gentle…yet fierce and blunt in an odd way. It left him speechless
“Oh shoot! I-I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to run into you like that, I need to watch where I’m going!” She stammered. “Uh—here let me help you with that.” She gestured to his shirt, where she had apparently spilled popcorn.
What about the movie? Sans thought. She was here, she had popcorn, didn’t she have a movie to get back to. Even though his head was running at a million miles a minute, he couldn’t find the right words to actually go through with conversing with this very kind human. She held her hand out to him, offering a shy apologetic smile. Hesitantly, not removing his gaze from her eyes, Sans took her hand, and she led him to the back doors of the movie theatre, where nobody else was, grabbing wet paper towels on the way.
“I’m so sorry about this,” she started up again, scrubbing the food off of Sans’ shirt. “You’ve probably got a movie to get to and here I am wasting your time. I’m so sorry.” It’s fine is what he would usually be saying. Usually, stuff like this wouldn’t bother him. But for some reason his nonexistent throat is all clogged up, he can’t speak, can’t think. What is she doing to him to make him stop functioning like this?
The human girl backing away snapped Sans out of his thoughts, remembering that he did have a movie to get back to. He glanced down at her pocket, where her own ticket was sticking out. Looks like her movie ended a while ago.
“Uhm…that should be good—so sorry for the trouble!” She apologized again. Sans shook his head getting himself together.
“Nah, s’fine. Don’t worry about it.” He told her. “You uh…come here with a friend or…?” What was he doing? Movie, friends, stop talking. The girl laughed awkwardly.
“Uh, no. I came alone heheh.” Alone? Who comes alone to a movie theatre? “I’ve just been so caught up with work that I haven’t really had time to hang out with my friends, it’s crazy.” She paused for a moment. “Ah—geez, you didn’t need to know that, I’m so sorry—“
“No, No. it’s alright. I get it, you’ve been working a ton.” He smiles. “A skeleton” she blinks at him, that starts laughing.
“Pff—that’s so bad it’s good—hehehe” she takes a breath, smiling. “I’m Y/N. What’s your name?” Sans smiles back, relaxed.
“I’m Sans, Sans the Skeleton.” Sans held his hand out for her to shake. She takes it.
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“…”
“…”
“ew!” Sans quietly screams—somehow? “You humans are gross what was that???” You stand there, pretending to look offended.
“Wha—Hey whoever smelt it dealt it!” You say, playing along. Sans grinned.
“I don’t have a nose SUCKA.” You tried to contain your laughter, but failed miserably. Honestly, you hadn’t had this much fun in a while, you really needed to get out more.
“Old Whoopee cushion in the hand trick, works every time.” He chuckled. You giggled in response.
“Hey, do you have a phone?” You asked, smiling. Sans nodded, obliviously. You grinned, pulled out your ticket, wrote something on the back and handed it to him. Before he could register what was going on, you smiled, and walked off. “I gotta get back to work, enjoy your movie!” Sans watched as you walked away, blinking. When he looked down at the sheet of paper he had been given, he saw a phone number.
Your phone number.
As he walked back to the movie, he entered the number into his phone.
He wanted to text you something, maybe call put
But…
Yet again, you left him speechless.