FYLB
Chapter 4: The First Trip
Pairing: Sans/Reader
Tags: Fluff, Reader-Insert, PTA Sans, Reader is Female
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Frisk's backyard was absolutely gigantic, it made Susie feel incredibly tiny in comparison. The huge dogs bouncing happily around her did nothing to dispel her feelings of apprehension. While she had been excited to meet Frisk's pets, they were intimidating in their own hapless kind of way. Still, she took quickly to throwing around the ball that Frisk had tossed towards her, making the dogs jump and leap up to try and catch it.
They continued this game, trying their hardest to keep the tennis ball away from the slobbering hounds, until the largest, a Mastiff as Frisk would explain to her later, snatched it into his jaws. He leaned down onto his front paws, his tail high and wagging in the air. He was almost challenging Susie with his excited eyes to try and retrieve it from him. Your sister, completely wrapped up in the fun, obliged.
She dove after the dog as it hopped away. In a fit of giggles, Frisk and Susie pursued him around the yard, taking sharp turns and almost slipping in the grass. In its playful state, the dog eventually accidentally dropped the ball from his flapping jowls. It bounced away with Susie and Frisk hot on its trail. Unexpectedly, another dog, a German Shepard, swooped in from the side and snatched it up, right as Susie had reached out to grab it. The movement was so sudden that when she tried to overcompensate to regain her balance, turning on her heel, she instead toppled over. Her foot caught in a dip in the ground, twisting her ankle at an awkward angle.
The pain was immediate. Susie collapsed onto her side, clinging to her leg as tears welled up in her eyes. She had broken her arm roller skating before and the pain she felt now was not as serious as she vaguely remembered from then, but it still hurt more than a regular twisted ankle. Frisk quickly knelt down beside her, hands faltering as they decided not to touch her for fear of injuring her further. Instead, they let out a sharp noise, almost like a shout. In response, the back door was flung open.
“Frisk! What is the matter?!” Papyrus stopped short as he saw Susie laying on the ground, sniffling, but quickly collected himself and rushed over. “Susie! Have you been injured?! T-T-Tell me where it hurts!”
Susie could not speak over her hiccuping sobs, instead pointing a trembling finger at her ankle. With a gentle touch, Papyrus reached out to feel at her ankle. It sent a stab of pain through her leg and she flinched away, Frisk smacking Papyrus's shoulder in retaliation.
“S-Sorry! Human, it does not feel like you broke anything, but I do still think we ought to take you to the hospital,” Papyrus explained softly. He ran a thumb under Susie's eye and grinned widely. “It was a good thing I was here because I, the Great Papyrus, can carry you there!”
Before Susie could protest, Papyrus had lifted her into his arms with a triumphant “nyeh heh heh!” He had jostled her a little, but had done no harm to her ankle. She clung to him as he started jogging away, presumably towards the hospital, with Frisk running at his heels.
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The nurse had been startled at the sudden appearance of the tall lanky skeleton in the ER, but her attention was soon diverted when she saw that he had a child in his arms. Papyrus explained that he was babysitting Susie when she had hurt her ankle while she was playing, Frisk nodding, a little out of breath from the run. The nurse seemed apprehensive, but she admitted Susie anyway. However, when she asked that Papyrus put her into a wheelchair, the skeleton declined.
“I can carry her! For, you see, I am very strong!” he boomed. In no mood to argue with a glorified Halloween decoration, the nurse simply instructed him to carry Susie to where she needed her to go.
Papyrus did that the entire time, through x-rays and the physical examination. He held Susie's hand and squeezed her fingers reassuringly whenever she would whimper in fear or pain. The doctors came to the same conclusion that Papyrus had, that she had not broken anything. It was just a bad sprain and she would need to keep her ankle wrapped for awhile.
When the doctors left, Papyrus beamed down at Susie while Frisk fretted beside him.
“See, human? You are tough! Almost as tough as me! And look at how brave you were in the face of all those scary things!” Susie absorbed his words before returning his grin with her own meek one. Papyrus had acted just like a knight would and now he was telling her that she was just like him? For some reason, she felt a warmth spread inside her chest. She wanted to be a strong knight, too.
The door to the room swung open and you were standing there, chest heaving and face ruddy from exertion. Catching sight of your sister's leg propped up and bandaged, you flew to her side, practically bowling Papyrus over.
“Oh god! Are you okay?! How did this happen?!” you yelped, hands flying to her face to brush her hair out of her eyes.
Susie sheepishly told you the story, explaining her fall and how Frisk and Papyrus had brought her to the hospital. She explained that it was just a sprain, but she finally managed to grin big.
“But it's okay! P-Papyrus really helped me and Frisk out! He's so cool!” she giggled, making Papyrus flush and puff up with pride. You almost thought you saw his red scarf flutter, as if a phantom breeze had swept it up superhero-style.
“No denying, my bro is pretty cool,” Sans said, stepping in from behind you. He tucked his hands into his pockets and he eyed your disheveled expression. “I told you he had it handled.”
You were reluctant to agree. From the way it sounded, it seemed that Papyrus had not been outside during the accident. Still, you were glad it was not serious and that he had enough of his wits about him to think about bringing Susie to the hospital. You thanked Papyrus, but quickly tacked on that you would probably stick around whenever Susie came to visit them from then on. Frisk and Papyrus seemed to light up regardless of your tired tone.
“She can still come over?! Splendid!” Papyrus exclaimed before turning to Susie in her bed. “Human! Next time you come over you must try my amazing cooking! Maybe you can help me make it?!”
Sans suddenly chimed in, “Maybe you two can come over on Sunday before the meeting. Y'know, to make some snacks to bring?”
You were suddenly bombarded with these plans and you could do little else but agree. How could you refuse Sans's easy tone and the pleading eyes of Papyrus, Frisk, and Susie?
The doctor finally stepped in, clearing her throat to break up the sudden din of excitement. She asked about your relationship to Susie, raising her brow when you explained your situation. You tried to hide the squeeze of anger that always came when people gave you that look. Sans was watching your exchange intently, pupils fixed upon your expression. You ignored him as best you could as the doctor taught you and Susie how to properly use crutches. Then came the dreaded talk about payment and your insurance. The doctor told you the exorbitant fee that you would have to pay because, somehow, your insurance would not cover everything for it. It was nothing too extreme, it was just unexpected. As you reached for your wallet, Sans felt the need to interject again.
“I can take care of this.”
“You really don't have to,” you argued feebly, a wash of heat rising up into your face. Did he think you could not afford it? Sans shook his head.
“No, I don't, but this happened under our watch. It's the least I could do for you, pal.”
Any further arguments died in your throat as he fixed you with a firm look. Nothing stern or harsh, you just knew he had made up his mind. You were quickly figuring out that he was a stubborn guy despite his goofy mannerisms. A little while later, you ragtag band of friends were shuffling out of the main doors, Susie hobbling along as best she could. You turned and thanked Sans for the fourth time while he waved his hand dismissively.
“I would hope you'd take care of my bro just like he took care of your sis, after all,” he said with a smile. You nodded sheepishly, trying to imagine you carrying Papyrus in your arms. The imagery was just all kinds of awkward limbs so you just shrugged it away. Susie tapped at your ankle with her crutch.
“Um...how are we getting home?” she said softly. You did not know what to say. There had not been any bus stops you had seen as you were running up and you did not drive.
“I can take you home, kiddo,” Sans said quickly. You quirked your brow at him as Frisk and Papyrus nodded in agreement. Obviously you were missing something.
“How're you planning on doing that? You hiding a car in one of your pockets?” you chuckled. Sans's grin widened.
“I can take you home faster than any car could, pal,” he said mysteriously. It was hard to take him seriously, but you just sighed, resigning yourself to your fate. It was not like you had much choice.
“Alright, you can take us home. But I owe you big time for this, I promise I'll repay you!” you said hurriedly. The short skeleton just shrugged.
“Fine by me. Paps,” Sans said, suddenly addressing his brother. “Take Frisk home, okay? I'll catch up with you guys later.”
Papyrus nodded as Frisk gave Susie a hug goodbye. The lanky skeleton leaned down to wrap her in a gentle embrace as well, patting her head as he stood. From the way your sister beamed up at him, you could tell that Papyrus had earned himself a new fan. The pair waved at you before walking in the direction of their house.
“Now,” Sans said, lacing his fingers together to pop his knuckles. He leaned down to wink at Susie. “Let's leg it outta here and get you home, Suze.” Offering out his hand, Susie took it without hesitation, still clutching at her crutches. Shyly, you took his other hand.
“You didn't tell me how, um...how this is going to work?” you mumbled.
“Simple.”
Sans closed his eyes before opening them again. Inside of his left socket, a swirling blue and yellow iris began to form. It swam and shifted colors like it was made of some sort of bright viscous fluid. In a flash, you felt your whole body squeeze tight to your core. It felt like the air was whipping around you and that your entire body was being pushed through something. You shut your eyes against the pressure. It did not hurt, it had just been sudden and unexpected. Your feet suddenly touched against something solid and you wobbled, reaching out to steady Susie, too. You opened your eyes to see that you were in front of the school.
“H-H-How-?”
Sans tapped the side of his skull.
“Magic, pal. Now-” He winked at you. “Mind telling me which direction to go? I've walked all over this town, just give me a street and I can get you there.”
Guiding him along, it only took two more trips to get you in front of your apartment complex. You and your sister were very disoriented, so Sans helped you up the stairs to your apartment. With a slight tinge of embarrassment, you opened the door to let the three of you in.
It was not messy or anything, but, compared to his and Papyrus's house, it was terribly small. You flicked on the light to reveal your small living room and weathered, secondhand couch. The television perched in front of it had been your father's that he left to you after he passed. It was beat up and only a handful of the stations worked, but it was free and it had sentimental value to it.
It was only when you propped Susie up onto the couch and fetched her some water that you remembered she had left her backpack at Frisk's house. You asked him to take you back there to get it, but Sans just shrugged.
“I can just bring it tomorrow for you. You both need some rest.” This surprised you.
“Tomorrow? What're you going to be doing here tomorrow?”
“Well, the kid isn't going to be in any shape to be walking to and from school on their leg. Considering she got hurt while she was at our house, I might as well give her a ride to class.”
“Oh no, y-you can't do that! It's really okay-”
Sans put up a hand.
“It's the least I could do for a friend. Besides, it's also a thank you for not suing for an arm and a leg,” Sans chuckled. From his tone, you could tell he was half-joking, but that also meant that he was half-serious. As you nodded your assent and he disappeared with a pop, promising to be back bright and early, you wondered just what you had gotten yourself into with this alliance.

















