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He pushed play.
The memories come flooding back.
Loud snoring was coming from the person next to him. You. You barely ever snored, but it somehow comforted him.
“Mmm…” you moaned in your slumber.
He quietly grabbed his phone from the nearby nightstand, some bones popping along the way. Deciding to be the dork you knew him as, he proceeded to record you and your sleepy form.
“(y/n),” he started to rub your exposed arm with his free hand. “wakey-wakey.”
“Mmmmm,” you moaned once again, now starting to awaken from your deep sleep.
“you up?” He asked, unsure of your whereabouts on the sleeping scale.
“The hell, Sans?” You started, propping an arm up to sit up slightly, “What are y’doing at th- uh. What are you doing?”
He had his phone hanging from his phalanges, recording you? Gods is he weird, but you loved him all the same.
You heard a “snrkk” come from Sans. It was him trying to not openly laugh at whatever face you were making. This one probably your face of “What The Heck Is Going On?!”.
With his free hand, he cupped your cheek.
You swore you heard him say ‘beautiful’ under his breath, but decided against teasingly pressing him on whether or not he did. Being honest, you really wanted to go back to sleep. Yet, at the same time, you wanted to see where this would go. So being the curious creature of habit you naturally are— - -
“Humer me,” you mumbled probably too quietly.
He raised a bone brow. “hm?”
“Humer meeee,” you leaned into him, resting your head right above his clavicle.
Hearing a soft thud from something dropping onto the bedsheets, your best guess was that he dropped his phone on the bed. You felt a hand rest on the back of your head, twirling your hair.
He chuckled softly. You’d expected he would say something cheesy in that moment, but he refrained from doing so. Usually, whenever you were egging him on he’d start spitting out puns and one liners like a mad man. Maybe he was too tired for puns… nah. He was too much of a turd. Right?
Silence emerged between the two of you. Sometimes the best company is company you can just enjoy being present next to you in silence. Although, it was still pretty weird with how he wasn’t throwing down sleep puns left and right.
…
…
You wondered….
“Sans?”
“hm?”
“Do you think it’ll always.. be like this?”
“whaddya mean?”
You took a moment to gather your thoughts. Your tiredness wasn’t helping you with sorting your words into simple sentences. “Just… y’know…,” you struggled in the beginning, but continued anyways, “Do you think it’ll always just be us enjoying each other’s company… not worrying about the crap that goes on in the outside world affecting us?”
Sans was dead silence for what seemed like minutes, but he eventually answered (to of which you were grateful he didn’t sidestep a seemingly ‘simple’ question). “hope so… what’s this coming from?”
You answered, hesitantly, “I dunno… I just like this. Never want anything bad to happen… y’know?..”
You felt him shift, then nuzzle your neck. Letting out a soft hum, you settled your hand on the back of his skull. Warmth erupted across your body as he answered your worrying thought.
“let’s just live in the present together~”
Your Soul did little flips from the comforting presence of his voice filling your mind. Shifting your head ever-so slightly, you pressed a soft kiss to the side of his skull.
For the next few moments, you both were content in each other’s arms. That was, until Sans realized something.
“shi- crud. fergot to turn the phone off.”
“‘Forgot’? Sure Sans, we’ll go with that.”
“pfft- *snrkk* air quoting me, huh?”
“Yup! I mean, Sans, c’mon. You don’t really think I’d be—- - -“
Distant, playfully bickering voices could be heard before the lonely figure’s former self turned off the recording.
He missed you. More than anything. It had felt like years since he last heard your voice, heard your laughter in person… right next to him.
It killed him. He could feel his Hope dissipating even more every day he went with out you. Never in all of his years did he think he’d find the one for him, only to lose you so soon after marriage. It shook him to his Soul’s core. He just wanted for it to all be over, for him to not have to go through the pain he was going through… But Papyrus was still there. He’d never do that to his younger brother. Never. Not in all of the resets he had been, and probably will be, forced to live. Sorrow and grief had overstayed their welcomes, but Sans remained powerless against them. It was his fault, all his fault, he had told himself.
The only thing left for him to do was to do what he was good at. Laying on his mattress. Wait for the next reset. And repeat the process all over again. With or without you.
Gods did his Soul hurt…
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