"You Alright?"
“sleep well?” Sans murmured when he felt you stir and sigh in his arms.
“Yeah,” you hummed out sleepily, “You?”
“not bad myself.”
“That’s good,” you smiled to yourself. Hopefully he wasn’t lying to keep you from worrying, “S-so, about last night…”
“hm?” he watched as you sat up, rubbing the sleep from your eyes.
“Undyne definitely knows what she’s doing when she trains me. I socked the guy right in the nose,” you said quite proudly. The sudden confidence faded as quickly as it came, “I-I was still r-really scared…”
He pulled you into a hug, nuzzling your hair, “you did it though, you were able to protect yourself.”
You nodded, ignoring the thought that told you he was supposed to come to your aid like he said after the Halloween incident. It was impossible for him to have known that you were in trouble, so how would he have been able to help you? To keep those ideas away, you shuffled through your bag in search of your phone.
“Look,” you smiled as you pulled out the drawing Frisk made for you yesterday. Handing it to Sans, you returned to your bag to grab your phone that managed to find it’s way to the bottom.
“the kid sure does like us together,” he chuckled, studying the picture.
You hummed in agreement, “I didn’t realize the blue hearts were apparently our souls at first. Toriel had to explain it to me,” you blushed, unlocking your phone to check any messages you might have missed, “Sh-she um, also told me about the intimacy of showing someone your soul. Whoops.”
Sans’ cheeks became a tinted blue at your last statement, “heh y-yeah…”
You bit your lip to avoid saying your habitual ‘sorry,’ and noticed Blake had texted you back.
Blake
-ur never the one to start a meetup
-whats the occasion
-but sure
-12 at the usual place sound good?
You glanced in the upper right corner of your phone to check the time. 11:32. Oh no. You shot up from the couch to grab your bag and sling it over your shoulder. Sans looked up at you from the couch questionably.
“S- G-gotta go,” you stumbled over your words, “s-see you later!” you called behind you as you rushed out the door. You sent out a quick ‘sounds good’ to Blake as you rushed to the cafe you usually meet each other at. Who cares about hygiene.
Sans watched you run out the door with little warning, confused and worried even. Something was on your mind all of a sudden, and he didn’t know what it was. This was also the second time in a row you had bustled out of his house like it was burning to the ground.
Everything was going so well too, you were happy, he wasn’t having that many nightmares at the moment. It was a blissful period in your relationship. If only you didn’t apologize for anything and everything that happened.
He was sure that was what caused you to run out on him the other day. It had just sort of come out. You just wouldn’t stop saying that two syllable word, it was almost annoying. You almost breathed the word as much as you did the air.
Snapping at you like that was probably a really bad decision on his part, but he really did think you had to stop that bad habit. He looked at the drawing you forgot to take with you in his hands. What a sweet gesture. He wondered if you would notice it missing.
His phone buzzing distracted him from his thoughts, and he had a message from you when he checked it.
Bae <3
-I made plans with a friend and I was almost late
-That’s why i had to leave all of a sudden
Sans
*its cool
*whos the friend?
Bae <3
-Just an old friend
-Oh btw, Alphys said Mettaton wants us on his show in a few days
Sans
*and you wanna do it?
Bae <3
-I don’t mind, do you?
-Oh whoops, gotta go. Friend’s here. Byee
He sighed at his phone, leaning back on the couch.
Sans
*k. call me when youre free
With that, he plunged his phone back into his pocket. Grillby’s sounded pretty good right about then.
“Thank you so much,” you sighed into your cup. Blake was always able to help you whenever you had asked for it. This time was no exception.
“No prob my friendo. Though, I can’t help to ask, why?” they rested their chin on their hands, watching you take a drink.
“It… just sort of happened.”
“Why now? You never mentioned your mom at all. I thought she was dead or something.”
“No…” you sighed again, you’ve been doing that a lot, “I just, sort of wanted to forget?”
“Makes sense,” they smiled at you sympathetically, “Why so suddenly? I mean, the day after Christmas? That’s so soon!”
“The sooner the better,” you laughed meekly, looking down at the table, “I-I’ll talk more about it later. Not now. I’m not ready.”
“I’ll wait,” they rested a hand over yours on the table. Despite how angry Blake made you so many times with their silliness, they knew when to be serious. They were your closest friend for the longest of times, they had your back and you tried to return the favor.
“Thanks again.”
“That’s what friends are for.”
You called Sans on the walk home, like he had asked you to. Albeit a little worried though.
“H-hi,” you murmured into your phone, “a-any reason to why you wanted me to call?”
“jus’ wanted to talk a bit more about the next few days, since you sorta left in a rush,” you sounded so flustered. He just wanted to hold you tight and tell you not to worry.
“S- U-uh, s-so are you still up for the Mettaton thing?”
“not really. maybe after Christmas.”
“O-oh, okay. I’ll tell Alphys then,” your throat closed up as guilt started to settle in, “S-so, um, t-talk to you later?”
“wait,” you flinched at the sudden sharpness, “are you feelin’ alright?”
You were silent for a long time. Unsure of what to say. The pause was too long for you to come up with a undesirable lie, so you decided to avoid saying the truth, “I don’t want to talk about it. Later maybe…”
And with that, you hung up.