#undertale reader

“Looks like the fever’s still puttin’ up a fight there, partner.”

Out loud, his voice remained calm and so very sheriff-like.

Is this normal? How long do fevers last? Should he have brought more blankets? Wait, would that be the opposite of helpful? Maybe fewer blankets? No, the doc said rest. Rest requires blankets. Probably.

You were already wrapped in several layers.

Even now, while sick in the middle of a desert town, you wore thick clothing: a heavy coat, long sleeves, gloves, and boots.

The outfit looked more suitable for Snowdin than the Dunes. He's pretty sure you came from Snowdin.

And, of course, there was the mask.

A dark bandit mask that covered most of your face.

You had explained it once with a casual shrug.

“I liked it, it's ironic.”

Starlo had nodded at the time, as if that made perfect sense.

Internally, he had spent twenty minutes trying to understand what the hell you meant.

You shifted slightly in the bed.

The blankets rustled.

Starlo immediately sat up straighter.

“Easy there,” he said gently. “Doctor says you oughta take things slow till that fever clears.”

Your eyes opened halfway.

They looked glassy.

Unfocused.

You didn’t seem to be fully awake.

Your voice came out soft and uneven.

“I’m sorry, I messed up.”

Starlo blinked.

“Well now,” he said carefully, settling his elbows on the edge of the mattress, “that’s a mighty broad statement there. Care to narrow down the charges?”

Great job, Starlo. Very helpful sheriff dialogue. Ten out of ten.

Your gaze drifted somewhere past him.

“I wish I could just redo it.”

His ears twitched.

Redo what?

Your breathing hitched slightly.

“The first fight.”

Starlo’s posture changed.

Not dramatically.

Just enough that the playful sheriff act loosened a little around the edges.

“You hurt someone?” he asked.

You nodded weakly.

“I thought they were going to hurt me.”

The words slipped out slowly, like they had been buried for a long time.

Starlo listened.

Your voice wavered in the fever haze as the memory surfaced piece by piece.

The glowing bullets.

The panic.

The instinct to defend yourself.

You fought back because you believed your life depended on it.

Starlo’s gloved hands tightened slightly together.

You continued quietly.

“I didn’t know.”

Your voice cracked.

“I didn’t know they were… just as scared as me.”

A long pause followed.

The lantern flickered softly beside the bed.

“I learned after,” you murmured. “Too late.”

Starlo did not interrupt.

The sheriff persona had retreated entirely now.

He simply listened.

“I killed them,” you whispered.

The guilt in your voice felt heavy enough to settle into the floorboards.

You turned slightly in the bed, clutching the blanket closer.

“I wish I could go back.”

Your breathing trembled.

“Redo it. Understand sooner.”

Starlo lowered his head slightly.

Inside his thoughts, something quiet and thoughtful unfolded.

Why you were always so patient.

Why you never got angry when any of the others were too rough with you, but snapped if anybody so much as shoved Karen too hard.

Why you always tried to step between a fight.

It made horrible, perfect sense.

He opened his mouth to speak.

But then you murmured something else.

Something softer.

Something that made his entire brain short-circuit.

“I wish I wasn't human.”

Starlo froze.

Completely.

His mind emptied like someone had pulled the plug on it.

For several seconds, he simply stared at you.

Human.

The word bounced around his skull.

Human?

Human? human?

As in the kind with the SOULS that break the barrier, human??

The sheriff of the Wild East inhaled sharply.

His chair squeaked as he jolted upright.

He had a hand over his mouth before he could say something stupid, and his other hand inched toward his pistol.

Your breathing returned to being slow and uneven.

Still half asleep.

Still feverish.

Still completely unaware that you had just detonated the largest secret in the Underground directly into his lap.

Starlo slowly lowered his hands.

His brain restarted in a very unhelpful sequence of thoughts.

Okay.

Okay!

A human in the dunes with unassuming monsters.

A human in the clinic with all the sick monsters.

A human on his couch yesterday.

A human for whom he may or may not have been developing extremely embarrassing feelings.

He pressed his fingers against the bridge of his glasses.

This is fine.

This is a normal situation.

Sheriffs deal with this all the time.

Wait, no, they absolutely do not.

He glanced back at you.

You looked small under the blankets.

Tired.

Guilty, even in sleep.

And clearly terrified of what the truth might do if anyone discovered it.

Starlo exhaled slowly.

Then he leaned back in the chair, his hat tipping forward again.

“Alright,” he murmured quietly. “That’ll stay between us.”

He stayed beside your bed the rest of the night, pretending not to stare at the bandit mask and think about the human face hidden underneath.

ᨒ✩₊˚.⋆𓆈𓆣⭐🏜💛𓆙𓆈₊˚.⋆✧ᨒ

The doctor released you once the fever broke.

You returned to your usual routine in the Wild East.

The clothes that made you look different.

The deliberate kindness in every word.

The mask.

Starlo noticed everything.

He wanted to see if anything had changed now that he knew.

But nothing did.

You still helped monsters carry supplies through the market.

You still spoke gently to travelers passing through the dunes.

You still apologized excessively if you bumped into someone.

One afternoon, he saw you kneel down to help a small monster child tie their boot.

Another day, you spent nearly an hour helping an elderly turtle tour around town.

Not once did you act like someone dangerous.

Not once did you look like the terrifying enemy described in old history books.

Starlo leaned against a wooden post near the saloon one evening, watching you laugh with a group of townsfolk.

Inside his head, the realization finally settled into place.

Nothing had changed.

You were still the same person.

The same person who regretted a mistake so deeply it haunted your fever dreams.

The same person who treated strangers kindly because you understood how easy it was to misunderstand each other.

“Reckon that settles it,” he muttered quietly.

Congratulations, genius.

You’re in love with a wanted human.

He groaned softly and rubbed the back of his neck.

“So this is the irony you were on about, huh?”

ᨒ✩₊˚.⋆𓆈𓆣⭐🏜💛𓆙𓆈₊˚.⋆✧ᨒ

He found you outside, distant from town, later that evening.

You were sitting on a rail, watching the sunset paint the dunes gold.

Your scarf and coat looked absurdly warm for the desert heat.

The bandit mask covered the lower half of your face as always.

Starlo walked up slowly, boots crunching softly in the sand.

“Evenin’, partner,” he said.

You glanced over.

“Evening, sheriff.”

He leaned on the fence beside you.

For a moment, he said nothing.

Then he spoke quietly.

“I know you’re human.”

Your entire body went rigid.

The silence that followed could have cracked stone.

Starlo had read the comics and seen the movies; he expected a speech, a confession about your guilt, shouting, or something.

Instead, you jumped off the fence and sprinted away faster than he'd ever seen you move.

Starlo felt a little embarrassed to admit that it took him a moment to react before he started chasing after you.

“Hold on now,” he said quickly.

Your voice trembled.

“You gonna kill me, sheriff?”

“No.”

“You should.”

He shook his head.

“You're one of my people now,” he said firmly. “You've never caused trouble for anyone here.”

You looked away.

“I killed someone.”

“I know.”

Your shoulders trembled.

The words were so simple.

Certain.

Starlo took a slow breath.

Then he removed his hat.

Without the shadow of the brim, the soft glow of his blue glasses became visible.

“I," he said.

The confession came out more awkwardly than he had hoped.

Wow, that was incredibly direct. Fantastic work. Very smooth.

Out loud, he continued.

“I liked you before I knew the truth,” he admitted. “And knowing this makes it a bit weird, but it doesn’t change much.”

You stared at him.

“Starlo…”

He rubbed the back of his neck.

“I reckon the only thing that really changed,” he said, “is that now I understand why you’ve been keeping folks at arm’s length.”

Your eyes softened slightly.

Starlo shifted his weight.

“Human or not,” he said quietly, "you've been good to us, good to me. You keep me and the other four settled down, and I'd be real happy if you'd settled with us, with me...”

The wind moved gently through the dunes.

Your voice came out small behind the mask.

“You know this is a stupid decision, right?”

Starlo smiled faintly.

“Partner,” he said, settling his hat back on his head, “this is the easiest choice I've ever made.”

He untied his lasso from around you.

You blinked. A quiet laugh slipped out before it became full-on tears.

Starlo froze for a full second.

Slowly, carefully, he wrapped his arms around you.

Your voice was soft against his poncho.

“I think…” You grabbed his hat from his head and placed it on your own. “This is the easiest decision I've ever made.”

Starlo’s smile grew wide beneath his glasses, foggy from the steam coming off him as he blushed and stammered at you.

You didn’t want to get teleported into another world — you liked your old world, you had your brother, Papyrus, you had Grillby’s bar with your ketchup, you had the time to laze around!

But apparently, life got bored with the time loops in the underground and decided to make things interesting.

When you first woke up to darkness, you had first thought ‘Heh, must have died again.’

Only to be opened to a world of fancy stuff, a talking cat monster, and blue flames.

(Hey, that is your thing!)

After a fiasco of a meeting with other weird people in cloaks — and oddly human-like monsters — it didn’t take long to figure out you were not in your world.

(NOO! PAPYRUS!)

When your hood was pulled down — you didn’t even know you were wearing robes — the people in the room were horrified and amazed to see a skeleton. Seeing as most of the people here were humans and human-like monsters, you decided to change in what you creatively called your ‘Human form’.

You don’t really use it, only to entertain the kid when they’re on their pacifist route.

And looking at the people here, you could admit that most of them are not bad looking.

“What are you!?” the human with pointy ears, a bird masquerade mask, a top hat, and a bunch of clocks and mirrors asked in a very loud voice. You winced at the volume before brushing a lock of white hair behind your ear, “Uh look dude. If it wasn’t obvious the first time, I’m a skeleton. If you want a broader topic, I’m a monster and I’m pretty sure I’m not from here.”

    “Impossible! Why is this ceremony getting more eventful by the minute!”

    “Then let me take their place!” …aaand the fire cat monster got loose and started throwing fire around.

    Snorting, you stood in the middle of chaos as two humans chased the gremlin cat, three of the hooded people were talking, one tablet was floating, and the rest of the hooded people were running around in panic. It was amusing, but you have a brother to get back to and a date with a nap.

    With a flick of a wrist, you felt the familiar power of telekinesis as you made a grabbing gesture with your hand at the monster cat, who immediately stopped running, and made a pulling gesture where the cat yowled as it was pulled towards your hand.

    Now you got a handful of a fire cat.

You remembered everything, from when they set you and your friends free to resetting and killing each and every monster that stood in their way and even you a human like them..if you could even call them that.

You remembered how you were escorting the people of Snowdin town away into the thick brush and away from their homes because a bad human has come to harm them...

You remembered how Papyrus wasn't around at the time and you remembered the panic that rose through your soul ringing in fear. Gathering yourself you began to run and run shouting for your tall bony friend in hopes that you would find him and not the evil little beast. From the distance you saw him with that little human his arms open wide his grin stretched but his eye sockets squint showing only hope and no fear.

"I BELIEVE IN YOU"

And that was it...with one quick motion Papyrus became nothing more than dust. you slowed in your tracks and the child moved on without glancing back at you.

You remember Sans appearing he didn't say anything but when he looked towards you, he saw through you his usual eye lights missing and his usual lazy grin stretched and looking grim while you stood there sobbing, mourning for the good soul that was suddenly ripped away from the two of you.

You remember picking up a sword and challenging them...you remember the first time forcing your blade through them then again and over and over in different ways it didn't make sense. Eventually they got past you in a final come back. Five times..

You remembered how you killed them and then you'd be suddenly face to face with them...

How did they do that?

You remember bleeding out... How it hurt How warm the red liquid felt against your skin. It burns even. Help.. Help me.. Help them... ....Sans?...

The cold fingers of death tugged at your soul trying to sing you a lullaby... While you struggled to stand and make your way to Frisk.

How every 20 steps you were sent back over and over and how frustrating it was because you knew they were dying and starting over from where ever they died.. Eventually you made it past the dust, the ruin and finally reached them Catching the kid from behind. They started over again sending you back a good ways from the judgment halls.. Fuck FUCK. You made it again but they were ready and got you this time, forcing you back and keeping you down.

You remember laying off to the side, tiredly cheering Sans on.. He was fast but slowly he became tired. Each dodge Each attack was draining him.

Eventually the child got him too. He staggered a little bit. His eye lights landed on you. He glanced over his shoulder at seemingly nothing while his bright lights started to dim.

"Matt and I are going to Grillbys. ..Papyrus, did you want anything?"

You remember watching the love of your life stagger towards you before vanishing into a cloud of dust.

Unfortunately. You didn't get the pleasure of dying right away. Instead you cried to Frisk to come back...but they just continued on not glancing back at you. Slowly you rose to your feet. Hearing the fight between king of beasts and devil of man take part in a battle..a useless one.

You remember taking Sans sweater and Paps scarf slipping on the dust stained clothes and wearing them...and slowly you went back to Snowdin blood trailing behind like a red river freezing over. You made your way to Grillbys..empty and cold now...no sign of life, laughter or Sans. With a struggle you managed to perch yourself onto one of the stools resting your head on the smooth oak bar, for a moment you imagined the others in the bar chatting among themselves laughing and enjoying each others company. For a moment you imagined how warm and homey the room once was but the glow of your imagination started to dim along with everyone else that once lived here.

You remember Grillby coming back to Snowdin, the bell above the door chiming softly alerting you someone has come, why? There wasn't anything here. His flames slowly filled the empty bar with a soft warmth, his flames bringing some light into the dark and he knew you were dying but the best he could do for you is talk to you til your body couldn't take it. He even tried to feed you give you something to drink even after all this he still tried to keep you comfortable.

You took a bottle of ketchup. It wasn't your taste but...it felt right in the moment.

Eventually your body gave in and the distant sound of your soul shattering echoed.

--

Now here you sat at home sitting on the couch, you fell down here five years ago, staying with Tori for two then the last three with your skeletons. You sat here watching this fucking kid wonder around your home looking at things, touching stuff. You just watched while Sans sat beside you. By the looks of it no one but you remember what happened. Maybe it was a huge really messed up dream? But you hurt in the place they stabbed you. You gave a gentle hum to your thoughts. Not much you can do but stare uncomfortably. When Frisk did decide to sit on the couch they had you between Sans and them self. You shrank away from them best you could with out looking like an asshole, hunching over slightly and shoving your hands deeper into your hoodie pockets but no one said anything. Feeling a gentle nudge on your right your eyes finally tore from the ground. Sans kept nudging your leg with his hand holding it open and waiting for you to take his hand. Slowly you took his hand into yours, the squeeze he gave made you realize. He remembered too. Fuck if that didn't break your heart.

Resting your head on his shoulder you gave a soft sigh. It was quiet all say for Papyrus bounding about talking to Frisk from the kitchen or upstairs Making remarks about how you and Sans are perfectly lazy for each other, earning a chuckle from you. You loved these sort of moments, sitting there hand in hand while his skull rest on top of yours.

But... But with the smaller human around you felt tense and heavy. Unable to take it you let go of your bonefriends hand and stood up "I'm gonna get a drink" With that you made a B line for the kitchen, Paps gave you a worried glance before following along. "IS EVERYTHING ALRIGHT?" He pipped up while you struggled to get a class of water from the 7 foot sink, making you climb the counters. "Yeah Paps, why do you ask?"

YOU SEEM OFF IS ALL"

This made you look back at him a lazy smiled met your lips. "I just had a really bad dream that I just can't shake"

"Is the one that made you upset a few days ago?" He managed to say a little quieter.

Oh, right. You woke up upset after the reset. Sans wasn't in bed with you, ready to kiss your head or...do any morning activities. Are they dead? Oh God..oh God. You shot out of bed and burst out the bedroom door and down stairs sat your two bone heads. You've never run so fast down those stairs you almost went flying. They stood up confused and concerned and Sans doesn't move a lot the lazy bum. You jumped them hugging them tight and sobbed clutching them afraid they'll disappear if you didn't hold on with all your might. Papyrus pat your head while his brother held on. They asked you questions you just mentioned you had the worst dream....funny thing is you don't remember but it made you really upset.

But that was a week ago...

Giving your pal of three years a smile you hopped off the counter with no grace. The plates rattled a little From how hard you hit the ground. Chugging your water back you set the cup down, surprised you didn't spill any on the way down.

"OH PERHAPS SOME FRESH AIR WOULD HELP" he only wanted the best for you.

"Actually maybe that would be good" he gave you a hug and reminded you, he believed you'll be OK.

Stepping from the kitchen and back into the living room you gave Sans a kiss on the skull "I'm gonna step out. It's getting kinda crowded" taking a step back and shoving hands back into your hoodie pockets, taking a few steps towards the door you glanced at Frisk, nodding your head towards the door it took them a moment but they stood up and got their shoes... Sans whined rolling his head over "(y/naaaaaaaaame)" he whined softly.

You knew what he wanted, walking over you rubbed your head against his own. You would make a joke about him being a pussy but you stopped yourself or Paps would start ranting about how inappropriate it was. "I love you" he hummed and soon fell asleep.

For a dog person He really is a lazy cat.

You loved him so much.

Frisk waited for you by the door, already opening it and heading out you quickly followed behind. Walking slowly down Snowdin town. It was quiet between the two of you. Before hand the idea of talking to Frisk seemed good...now there wasn't much to say..what could you say? Though you wanted to speak about these dreams...or realities..what if you seem crazy?

Only one way to find out.

"I remember you know" This made them stop but you kept walking slowing your pace a little. "I-" they began and started to follow again. "I didn't think..." they trailed off unable to gather words.

It hurt, oh God it hurt. It wasn't a dream. The way they reacted told you everything. This made you stop in your tracks this time, facing a bright light that sat on the ground. .it whispered to you, murmuring soft sweet things. You've seem then since the reset, you didn't understand them and no one else saw them. Slowly you turned to them, their hands clutched together tightly. Then that meant they had freed the monsters... Meant they also had killed them.

"Why?" It was sudden and loud making Frisk jump "What did you gain from all of it?" You started they opened their mouth "No! I don't understand. Was it because they were happy? So you had the thought that YOU had the right to take it away from them?" You took a step forward and they stepped back. "They loved you. ..they saw you as a friend! Apart of their family" your voice cracked under the threatening pressure of a sob stuck in your throat. "...was the seed of rot always there? Finally growing into a hatred? Psh, what fucking typical human thing" You really hated your own. It's why you're down here after all. Shoved by those who you thought loved you.

"No you don't understand" They tried pleading but they didn't have a real answer to why they did it.

With a heavy sigh and deciding maybe that it's time for a quick topic change you faced the sparkling light again "I've been seeing these...do you see it too?"

Frisk gave a slow nod. "They're save points" Save points? Like a game?

You reached to touch it, it felt warm to the touch, a voice in the back of your mind whispered "wanting to protect them fills you with determination. ..you have saved"

What did that mean? Frisk pushed past you touching the light. "Someone else saved here..."

She stood silently touching it again "You can't save here" "Someone else saved here"

"So what does that mean?" Asking you glanced over their shoulder.

"It means you can save..and reset or continue....like me" huh, weird you don't really get it. Does it happen when they die? "It just of happened when you were..determined not to...die" Determined to protect them Even if you failed.

Frisk tried a few more times to save but the result was the same. They cant. They sounded upset. You saved over them and now they can't save here. Eventually Frisk gave up and turned back towards you. From the looks of it those save points have been there this whole time but you couldn't see it before..maybe the reset changed you? It did say something about being determined. The two of you just stared silently at each other before Frisk broke down sobbing, covering their face with their tiny hands their shoulders bounced with each hiccup.

"I'm sorry" they sobbed loudly. "I'm so sorry I never. .I don't know why!" But there was a why but they didn't know how to really explain it. As you watched your anger slowly subsided..no one's dead..from what you can tell anyway. There's no dust on them no blade, so perhaps they meant it?

"Fine but" you trailed off when you got their attention you straightened your back out to appear taller and more threatening "If you lay your hands on them and then reset, I'll be in the ruins waiting for you..." they nodded quickly understanding what you mean by waiting. They won't get the chance to even hit the ground. Scanning their face for any other details, you've decided it would be alright. "One more thing, as punishment..." they sunk at your words and started rubbing their hands together and all you could do is chuckle "stay the night and for dinner, that means no Grillbys but Papyrus and his pasta...you have have to eat it all"

The cringe, OH how their face soured up and looked almost horrified but none the less nodded and held their hand out in agreement, reaching forward you shook their hand. The two of you headed back, you quickly took your spot beside Sans on the couch, leaning up against him and sighed whole Frisk stayed with Pap in the kitchen. A bony arm wrapped around your middle and tugged you close, his head resting on your shoulder.

"How'd it go, butterbutt?" Nice loving nicknames here. "It went well, oh hey I said they can stay the night and stay for dinner..was that alright?"

Before Sans could make a sound Paps popped his head in "WELL OF COURSE THEY CAN STAY! I'M MAKING MY FAMOUS SPAGHETTI" famous to making humans sick and monsters cringe. You should know best after all...three whole years. Oh boy.

Through out dinner you ate just fine while Frisk struggled but managed to eat the deadly pasta your friend made. You just built a tolerance for it and watching this kid struggle and having Sans give that off putting stare was great. Frisk gave a thumps up making Sans look away. He didn't like it either but he couldn't go anywhere or make an excuse this time because this was a special occasion, under the table Sans rest his hand on the usual spot of your leg. No movements of squeezing or trying to get your attention, just. ..relaxing.

He's been touching you a lot since the reset. You didn't blame him, how could you after all that? He's always checking on Paps too.

All said and done you got Frisk to sleep on the couch with your blanket, funny you spent a full year on this couch before Sans made room to put another mattress in his room across from his, another few months in and you guys have two single mattresses acting as a big bed. You chuckled..you remember how he always use to peek on you through out the night when on the couch... Hm.

Shaking your head you got up, said goodnight and went to bed Sans already down for the count and he even managed to take the usual rolled up tight blanket blob and spread it out. Good on him! So proud. You stared for a moment how his chest rose and fell, how his teeth slightly parted then clamped shut again just to part once more, magical blue drool managed to slip between his parted teeth and down his jaw. His jacket hung up leaving him in a white, ketchup stained shirt that hasn't been cleaned in a little while bunched up and his shorts slightly tugged down, one leg pulled way up. He spread out too...

Man you really loved this hot mess.

Crawling into bed and taking your usual spot beside said mess you slowly fell asleep, you could feel him groan and push into you before going back to sleep. You remembered the first time you guys cuddled, slowly...drifting to old memories through out the years. Light started flashing and Sans started squirming making you squirm and wake up, listening to him grumble and kick the sheets off he even let you go just to sit up, he seemed awake but with his eyes closed it proved differently. "Sans?" You rubbed the sleep out of your eyes and slowly sat up. "Hey?" Gently resting your hands on his shoulders he didn't even notice you. Slowly his eye sockets opened up his familiar flashing eye going nuts switching from Blue to yellow and back again, slowly the bedroom door open and Frisk peeked inside with worry. You stood up to get ready to escort them out. "He's just having a bad dream" a seriously bad dream if it's causing him to get up and be ready for a fight he's not even in. Slowly getting out of bed and walked towards them "I'll handle it" saying softly and quietly the last thing Sans needed was to wake up to Frisk in their room at the dead of night. It honestly freaked you the fuck out..he's never done this before so..you don't know how you'll handle it but you will.

"Kid-" Sans angry grumbles turned to words, the familiar feel of magic buzzed through the room. Kid?... kid.. Kid! You grabbed Frisk and tossed them just as bones shot out of the ground and pierced your body. Oh Oh no. Oh no no. You gasped for air as blood flooded your throat making it hard to breath, Oh God. Sans grumbles the buzz of magic slowly faded into nothing, the bone that went through you like a hot knife through butter disappear and your body hit the ground with a thump.

"Matt?" Sans searched the bed for a moment, Frisk began to sob catching his attention...and the body in the floor struggling to stand or at least get on their knees caught his eye lights. Oh...stars.

He crept close carefully taking your struggling body and held close.. he pleaded for you...begged to stay. "I'm sorry..oh stars baby bones" he repeated this. He.. He's so sorry.

"I'm not mad..not mad don't oh it looks not to bad" you tried to reason with yourself but boy...you know this wasn't good. "Doesn't look good either" he whispered running his fingers through your hair. He isn't going to forgive himself for this one.

He kept talking but...you couldn't hear anything. You just repeated yourself...you aren't angry and you don't blame him. Even your own voice became muffled.

You remember the cold dark fingers of death reaching out for you.

Reset? Continue?

What is this?

Wanting to protect them fills you with determination.

What?

Will you continue? Or reset?

I don't understand..

Your soul settled behind these words in this dark place. The once (colour) of your soul now holds red deep cracks pulsing through it. Continue? Started growing bigger than the reset box.

Reaching out you slowly touched the continue sign, it felt like someone grabbed you and just yeet your body, the darkness became bright. A violent shiver ran through your body. Blinking you glanced around. You stood with Frisk back in Snowdin town. Quickly patting yourself down "holllllyyy shit" "You reset" Frisk grabbed your arms stopping you front grabbing at yourself. "I'm on drugs so many drugs"

When you calmed down, Frisk explained to you what happened. Oh..so you did the save thing. Nice. After a moment you went home did it all again. Sans tried to distance himself but wow he was not having that. You held his hand and kept close. When bed time came you stayed down stairs "he's gonna have those dreams again...I suggest you stay down here" you gave Frisk the little human a smile before going to bed. That hot mess of yours sat there staring down. "I killed you" you closed the door behind you listening to him. "I'm sorry...fuck I'm. " "huuush" you tugged him down into the bed with you cuddling into him. "I'm know you won't be able to let that go...ever" he nodded in agreement "but, I'm not angry. A little spooked but not angry. I'm not gonna hold it against you"

Sans held tight pushing his teeth against your head in an attempt at kissing you. "Besides!" You tilted your head up grinning, your eyes squint. "You just eager to bone me, talk about going to the bone zone" He didn't make a sound for a moment his eye sockets squinting, he began to giggle.

You remembered the first time you made him laugh.