I've Just Seen a Face... (Sans x Reader) Chapter 2

Well. This was new.

Your life had been static for ten years. You sat in the forest all day, looking at the trees and sometimes playing in the snow. You built snowmen, all the stuff you used to do as a kid. It was... Fun. It was so much fun to do things without your parents breathing down your neck. It was so much fun to be alone, finally. As an angsty teenager, you'd liked your solitude. A day home alone was something you welcomed. However, as years passed, it got... Boring. As much as you loved it, you were so bored. Life was the same every day. And now, walking along with these two skeletons, you found yourself rubbing the back of your wispy neck nervously. You hadn't had human contact in years. And while this wasn't exactly human contact, you still felt a nervousness building up in your gut. Or, whatever was there.

You took this time in silence with them to observe them a bit more. The tall one was wearing a cape, and something that looked like your Halloween costume from when you were 13. You'd gone as a soldier. He seemed happy with himself, and walked in a prideful way. He must've thought he was doing you a huge favor, saving you from the chilly forest. In reality, he was just giving you something new to do. The short skeleton, however, was back to his smiling self. He cracked a pun every so often, and he walked with a hunch. Why had he seemed so angry earlier? Maybe it was just the shadow his hoodie cast over his face. But, there was no mistaking that odd, blue glare... You saw no use in questioning it, though. Not like you'd become longterm pals with this dork and the bigger dork.

"SO! MY FRIEND-" The taller skeleton eventually stopped in his tracks, and turned to you. You jumped again, why did he keep scaring you like that. "ALLOW ME TO PROPERLY INTRODUCE MYSELF! I AM THE GREAT PAPYRUS, AND THIS IS MY LAZYBONES BROTHER SANS!" The shorter skeleton waved nonchalantly, and you tried your best to force a smile.

"N-nice to meet you two...?" You sounded and felt unsure about that. You still didn't want to be in contact with anyone. You didn't want to deal with anyone.

"hey, kid. you alright? you sound like you don't wanna be here. if you're worried about our house or something, don't worry. we've got a skele-ton of space." Ok, that got a little snort out of you. You'd always loved puns and weird memes as a teenager. You were a huge dork, and you were pretty proud of that title.

"It's-" You bit your lip, "It's not that, don't worry."

"alright. let's keep walking, then."





Sans had seen you before. In other timelines. Unlike Frisk and Papyrus and all of his friends, you were not there for every one. But when you were it was always the same story. You were a human looking to get home. No matter what, though, you never left. You always stayed a few years, living with Sans and Papyrus. It'd gotten to the point that whenever he encountered you, he didn't waste any time with introductions and offered you a place to stay. Had to make sure you didn't get into any trouble. This time... This time was different though, he had to admit. He's never discovered you so many years into the timeline, and you'd never been a MONSTER. You'd never looked like that, either. When you grew up, in every timeline, you always wore dorky glasses and heavy sweaters, and you looked like a huge geek. But you looked... So different. Like you didn't even KNOW what you were supposed to look like! It annoyed him a bit, but he pushed that thought away. There were so many differences this time around. He wouldn't dwell on it, though. Someone would reset this timeline in no time at all, and you'd either show up again or you wouldn't. And the next time, you'd look right. It almost made him angry to look at you, to see the person who he desperately cared for look so... Out of place. He cared for you, yes. In many timelines, you were friends. In the rest, you were a couple. Sans found himself completely taken by you. The only issue was, in some timelines, he ran out of time to tell you. And then he had to start over again. He wished you could remember what you looked like. He wished you could remember everything you two shared. But a part of him was done caring. A part of him knew it was no use. You'd be gone again in a week.



The skeleton's house was big, like Sans had said. The couch you'd be sleeping on was so comfortable, moreso than your old bed. It was an alright place, and you had to admit you wouldn't mind staying here just a little while. Something about this place was so familiar. You couldn't place it, but it felt like... Home. The only thing unnerving was that Sans seemed to be hovering around you quite a bit, while Papyrus was off doing sentry work.

"You- uh- need something?" You finally asked after a few minutes. You propped yourself up on the couch to look at him. He didn't look as sullen as he had before, but there was still something about him...

"nah. just making sure you're ok." There was a pause. "so... you're really a monster?" The question caught you off-guard. Was he onto you? He'd just met you, he couldn't possibly already think- "don't look so nervous about it... it's a simple question." His eyes went hollow. You knew taking so long to reply didn't do good for your case. Despite this, you gulped and replied anyways.

"Yeah. Being a ghost is pretty rad. You get to float around and all that cool stuff." His eyes returned to normal, but Sans still appeared fairly unconvinced.

"...whatever you say. get some sleep." You could've sworn you heard a low chuckle.

"you'll need it."