âRejectionâ; Chapter Nineteen
NOTES: Oh, this chapterâs gonna be good. For best feels possible while reading this chapter, I recommend playing this song in the background when cued. Donât worry, itâll be worth the trouble.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own this song and Undertale. I acknowledge and give all credit to Toby Fox, the creator of Undertale, and Pomnoi, creator of this remix of the original song used in this chapter. And since I know itâs popular, I just want to say that if there are any other Undertale fanfics that include it then the fact that I am using it as well is merely coincidental and that I am not trying to steal anyoneâs ideas and/or content. Enjoy!
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Grillby noticed that the human had left; naturally, he took the chance to speak with Sans. âSoâŚâ He crackled quietly, and Sans lifted his gaze up at him expectantly. âhm? wassup, grillbs?â Grillby smiled, and shook his eyebrows up and down suggestively. Sans glared at him, confused, not getting the message. The man of fire picked up a bottle of ketchup, and handed it to the short skeleton in front of him.
âWhat do you think of your new friend?â He asked, and Sans sat up straight. âi feel like i should be asking you the same thing.â Grillby chuckled, and shrugged. âI wasnât the one getting all lovey-dovey with her just now.â Sans froze; nearly growling, he scowled at Grillby. âhuh?! what are you-â Grillby wasnât one to interrupt others, but he just needed to stop Sans right there.
Holding up a hand, Grillby made a his point clear. âSans, I saw you from my kitchen. I didnât hear your conversation, but I saw what went on. I watched you listen to whatever- (Y/N), was it?- was saying, and the look in your eyes was genuine. You care for her immensely.â Sans rolled his pupils, a slight blue tinting his cheekbones. âof course i do. sheâs my friend; and friends have to look out for one another. right?â
Grillby sighed, shaking his head. âYes, butâŚâ He trailed off, leaving the skeleton to his own thoughts for a moment. âSans, she looks like she really needs you. The look she was wearing before; I wasnât surprised when she started crying. I was going to come over, until you stepped in and helped her.â Grillby smiled knowingly, and stated what he thought was the obvious.
âNormal friends donât just take anotherâs hand and caress their hair in a hug. They donât respond as quickly as you did when she finished speaking; they donât give her the look.â Sans tilt his head in confusion, when he finally understood what the bartender was hinting. His entire face blushed a deep royal blue; shakily, he set the bottle of ketchup down. âoh no you donât! you canât possibly think that i-â Sans watched in horror as Grillby chuckled under his breath, nodding his head âyesâ.
Sans stood up from his stool in an embarrassed rage, and readied himself to comeback with something good. However, his mind drew a blank when his eyes trailed off of the flaming chef over to (Y/N), who was smiling happily at a new tune floating throughout the restaurant. Sansâ expression changed to one of a less threatening demeanor, and Grillby laughed.
âRight there is my proof. You canât take your eyes off her.â He stated matter-o-factly, and Sans groaned. âitâs really not. i was just curious to what song she was playing-â âSure, Sans. Sure you were.â There was no point continuing the argument, so Sans slumped back down onto his seat. Thankfully, (Y/N) was done picking out her song and snapped her fingers along to it.
This caught Sansâ attention, and listened to her hum under breath. He raised a brow, and chuckled. âyou sing too? jeez, you do it all.â (Y/N) smiled, and folded her elbow. She leaned into it quickly, then set her arm down. Sans watched in an amused shock, not understanding what she just did. Her grin faltered, and she tilt her head. âWhatâs wrong?â She asked, while Sans gazed into her brown eyes with shock.
âwhat was that?â Her eyes widened in disbelief, and she jumped up from her seat. âYou donât know the âdabâ?!â Sans copied her perplexed stare; he had to hold himself back from laughing. âum, no. is it magic?â She performed the action again, but this time with more emphasis as she flung her arm backwards into the air. Sans couldnât contain it anymore and laughed hard. He was starting to forget his weird conversation with Grillby.
âItâs a dance move!â She exclaimed, and Sans grimaced. He thought of Mettaton, and how much he despised the bucket of bolts. The creep was always hitting on his brother; but thankfully Papyrus didnât see him in that way. (Y/N) shot her arm out forward on an angle, and stomped her opposing foot right after. âis that another dance move?â Sans cringed at his own voice; he sounded like a nervous wreck.
âYep! Itâs called-â she did the same exact thing, but with her other arm and foot, â-the whip!â Sans laughed at the stupid name, and wondered why it was called that. âdid you make that up?â (Y/N) shook her head, and rest her hands on her hips. âI wish. I would be so famous up on the Surface.â Sans choked on the last of his ketchup that he had leftover from dinner, and spun around away from the bar.
âthis is the material you humans like to dance with on the surface?â He mocked, and you scowled. âWhat? You got some better moves?â You hissed with a snap of your hands, and Sans shrugged. âeh, when iâm trying. plus, the only kinds of dances around here lately are just for formal traditions; not for fun.â
You grinned devilishly, and called over some huge dogs playing poker in the corner. Sans peered at you curiously, with a goofy smile sprawled across his face. The pooches bound over; youâd already grown to like them, as they were the ones who had greeted you when you addressed yourself earlier to the entire bar. You pat Lesser Dog and Greater Dogâs heads, and whispered something in their ears.
They glared at Sans, smiling with their large canines. Sans sweat nervously; his happy smile turning to one of slight concern. One of the dogâs who went by Doggo told your plan to Grillby, whose flame hair burned brightly at the idea. All the people in the pub soon knew what was going on by passing the word around, except for Sans of course. He didnât like where this was going, as all the tables in the center of the restaurant were being cleared.
Most monsters arose from their seats, and formed a wide circle around (Y/N). She had peeled off Sansâ jacket, leaving it on one of the booths nearby. Her skin glistened with a hint of cool sweat, causing her to somewhat shine in the dim light. She ruffled her long, wavy hair, and rolled abruptly on her heels to face Sans. She had one hand on her hip, the other hanging loosely by her side. A fire sparked within her eyes; an area of her chest glowing an unfamiliar light pink.
Without him noticing, Grillby had slid behind Sans. The skeleton demanded to know what was going on, when the whole restaurant went silent. They were all staring at Sans, who, in turn, was really anxious. âgrillbs, what the hell is happening?â He asked with a waver in his voice; the crowd chuckled at his uncertainty. He hated being the center of attention when he wasnât being a comedian.
Grillby laid a warm hand on Sansâ shoulder, reassuring him that heâll be fine and that he should, âGo for it, dude.â Sans was extremely puzzled; he tried to ask what for but was interrupted with a command from the middle of the room. âHit it!â (Y/N) shouted, and the drunk bunny flicked a button on the jukebox.
You smiled evilly, and slid your way over to Sans. One of your favorite songs was turned on; âDrop Pop Candyâ. Everyone in the bar knew it, and you were sure the skeleton did too. He flinched when you suddenly appeared next to him. âCâmon, hotshot! Letâs see your moves.â You cooed, and grabbed his hand. His startled expression made you laugh as you dragged him into the newly made dance floor.
The first verse began, and Sans tried tugging his arm away. â(y/n), come on! donât do this to me. i canât- i donât-â âSo you canât dance after all?â You challenged, and he grimaced.
âBut look around-â âDance up and down!â
You wrapped your arms around his waist, and twirled him quickly. The two of you wound up in a dip; Sans glared at you with annoyance. âi hate you so much, ya know that?â You giggled while the chorus came up.
âCan you take me away at the top. Speed. OF. SOUND?!â
At each syllable, you strode away and performed a different dance move. Sans just stood at a standstill, with his hands by his sides. The crowd cheered like crazy over on your end, while his side was still encouraging him. He felt stupid; rubbing his head sheepishly, he sighed and balled his hands into fists-
-when he shimmied over to you, moon-walking with his feet. You clapped along to the beat, bumping into his hip. He looked up at you with a shy gaze; quickly, you took his hands. The two of you moved back and forth together; he spun you around, which confused you as he was a lot shorter.
âEveryday, everyday is okay...â
You detached from him, doing a little krumping for silliness. He stared for a moment, blushing a faint blue; then he went back to his own thing, still keeping his cool, not going out into full dance mode. He threw his hands out in front of himself, and made a circular motion. You saw his body fall backwards dangerously, nearly making you cry out in shock- only thing was that it was just an introduction to some sick break-dancing.
His side of the crowd cheered with awe, thus sending you the need to keep up.
Once his fifteen seconds of fame was over, Sans flipped back into a normal standing position. You boogied over to his side, playfully snickering at the current verse of the song.
âOur love is growing red; need me more, need you more!â
You grabbed his shirt, bringing both of your bodies super close. His cheekbones turned cobalt, causing your heart to skip a beat. You laid your hands on his spine, this time you dipping him while holding up one of his legs by your hips. He smoothed the nervous sweat off his head with one hand, the other holding desperately onto your neck so he wouldnât drop.
The monsters surrounding you screamed as the music continued. Sans scrambled away; you let him, laughing at his anxiousness. You growled playfully, and stood straight. He grabbed his coat from where you had left it earlier and flung it onto himself. Zipping it up, he threw the hood over his skull and pulled at the front of his jacket like a gangster.
The amusement brought by his actions came to a halt when his dancing got more serious; busting out moves that you could never dream of achieving, he started off with a spin on the floor and ended with an amazing handstand. Sans thumped his slipper on the floor, and shook his left hand out in front of him. He kept his hood pulled over his dark eye sockets, pretending that he was grinding something.
You blushed hard at his appalling dirty techniques. Whatever you used to retort looked pathetic compared to the twirls and twists Sans was doing; but you tried still tried your best. Looking up from his hood, his left eye flared to life. He lifted a hand, and made a motion as if he were pulling in rope.
Suddenly, you felt your soul protrude from your chest with a deep blue color.
âI'll paint it blue- I'll play a tune!â
The audience screamed with delight; you caught a glance of Grillby watching with astonishment. You were dragged over into Sansâ arms by force, and felt his ribs squish up against your chest as he hoisted you up off the ground. Some monsters whistled as you were thrown underneath him, but propped back up quickly.
The two of you circled each other, until the chorus was sung. That's when you caught sight of Sansâ white soul making its way out of his blue hoodie and into the public. You thought this should worry him, as he could get hurt if the soul accidentally hit something; but that same confident aura radiating off his figure told you otherwise. You followed suite, and drew your soul out with your palm.
Sans pumped a fist in the air, while (Y/N) clapped along to the beat once more. The crowd got into it quite well; Grillby blushed to himself when he saw how close his best friendâââââââs soul was to the humanâs. Heâd never seen nor heard of a time where Sans would put himself in such a position- one where heâs so vulnerable that a single blow to his fragile heart would turn him to dust.
The blue magic that Sans had used on (Y/N) faded away, but his eye still glowed fiercely. He really did trust her; Grillby watched in pure bewilderment at the swirl of emotions and colors inside of the humanâs soul.
The end of the tune was fast approaching; readying themselves for a conclusion, the duo stepped closer to one another. They held their hands up in the air up by one anotherâs cheek, breathing heavily.
âCry to me, know that I care. Lean on me and I'll be there-â
(Y/N) gently flipped her hair, while Sans silently marveled at how gracefully she moved her body in front of him. He strode right next to her, taking her by the waist.
Using his magic for help, he lift her legs up around his waist and wrapped them there. She was about eye level with him now: just the way he wanted it. Their souls glowed so brightly that it lit up the entire pub; monsters from outside had come in to watch, and were outstanded that the lazy skeleton of Snowdin was actually up in the center of the room waltzing with a girl.
âShining down on me, you're my blue moonâŚâ
The song neared its end, and Sans did one last spin before planting (Y/N) back onto her feet. She took his hand, and snaked an arm around his neck. He placed his free hand on her hips, walking forward with her majestically. His hood slid off, and his the blue in his left eye died down.
âTaking it step by step, we'll always move ahead. Our love is growing red; need me more, need you moreâŚâ
(Y/N) stopped, and put her other hand around him. He moved his own to the small of her back; realizing the small proximity between the both of them, (Y/N) blushed immensely. Grillby could tell by the look in her eyes that she was hoping Sans didnât notice her embarrassment.
âAs we keep trying, we'll find you're always gonna be there too.â
She sang aloud, and Sansâ eye sockets grew in surprise. He wouldâve never presumed that a human could have such a beautiful voice. Pushing a sense of courage, Sans closed his eye sockets and harmonized with (Y/N) for the final verse.
âWe're always singing the same tune! Everyday from now on..â
The two of you finished, completely out of breath from the rush of adrenaline. The crowd cheered like there was no tomorrow once you were done; some monsters wolf whistled,while others clapped vigorously. Sansâ soul beamed the same bright white it did back in the alley; your cheeks grew to a dark red upon seeing it. The light pink in your soul changed to that lovely red-fuchsia; Sans brought his skeletal hand up to your chin.
He was smiling genuinely, but looked very tired. For what he lacked in physical energy was replaced by the blush on his cheekbones. A chant arose from the audience, but it didn't bother you or Sans at all. Perhaps it was encore; but neither of you cared. All that mattered was that Sans did it- he danced in public with you, no matter how humiliating it was.
Chapter Ten (Where all the chapters before that are)
Chapter Twenty (Thatâs just the Next one, but there youâll find Links for Chapters 11 --> 19)
Chapter Thirty (Links for Chapters 21 --> 29)
