Two jackets || Sans x reader || Read desc. for TW (ARCHIVED, NOT FINISHED)

I smile at Papyrus as he opened the back door from the front seat of his car. I still can't believe he offered to take me home even when he has no clue where it is at...

"Now, y/n... Is it...?" He seemed to be hesitating to say something...

"Is it alright if we drive around a bit? I need to talk to you... it's about Sans." Well, that surprised me, to say the least.

Sans? I don't know much about sans... why would his brother of all people want to talk to ME about HIM?

"U-Uhm... alright?" I sit down in the back seat, and next to me is sans' jacket... but, he isn't in the car at all? I shake my head before I drift away in thought... I seem to be doing that much more often than I'd like. After buckling up, I shut the car door. The windows all around the car were tinted, even the drivers, except a little sliver in the back, and I'm assuming for the front-view window, and the windshield.

The locks suddenly went off and I jumped a bit at them. I didn't expect them to go off... or did Papyrus do that?-

"A-Ah!! Sorry y/n... It's such a habit..." There was a pause in his sentence before he did anything. It looked like he was... a bit sad?

Suddenly, the car started up and we slowly drove out of the parking lot, but as soon as we were on the road, it seemed like he sped up a lot. I tried to glance at a speed-limit sign but the windows were far too tinted, and it was much too dark to see them. I just assumed he knew what the limit was.

"So uh... Sans, right? I don't uh- know much about Sans. I don't know why you'd ask me about him hehe... But, everything IS alright with him... right???" I ask, I was a little bit impatient about this subject for a reason. I wanted to know what was wrong with him... I wanted to know if he needed help, If he needed my help...

"Oh Sans is... doing fine. But, do you, I-I don't know how to word this without being weird but, do you have frequent dreams of fields?" I notice that his soft, bouncy personality is gone. I tried to look at his face to see any emotion... Sadness and a bit of happiness was on his features... Oh boy what did that skeleton do now? I just met him but, I feel like I already know him... I feel like I'm so close to him too... isn't that rather weird? Wait- F-Fields???? Those fields???????

I brought myself to a steady composure, deep breaths..., I couldn't believe he knew about those. Can skeletons read minds or something?!?! "Uhm, yeah! It's actually been the only dream I've had for years... How do you know about that, Papyrus???" I wanted answers, and I wanted them now. I feel... upset that he knows about something so personal.

"Well, Sans recently has been having some..... dreams. Dreams of fields, and of a human... a human named y/n. And, we're assuming it's you."

Ohmygod. My face erupts in blush. That field is my special place, my place to get away. MY place to be happy... and they know about it?!?!? Sans has been there before?!?!? Wait... was he that... blob? Oh.... Oh no... Why didn't I see it before? Oh my fucking god... The car stayed in silence for a few minutes.

"B-But Sans didn't go and tell everyone about it!!! To his information, o-only Toriel knows... One night, he woke up in a rather good mood... and told toriel about his dream. I'm assuming Frisk overheard it and told everyone about it. I only got a few pieces of information but, it seems like you gave him some great advice in his dream. Ever since then i've notice he's been... trying more often. Just, maybe little things like picking up his socks, something he never does or- or doing the dishes?!? Which I was amazed to see him do! I'm rather proud of him. And then he went and got a job???? Sans? A JOB?!? I-I was so happy but... this isn't like him. I think... He's forcing himself. He's forcing himself to be apart of human society. I don't like it. I don't like it one bit. I'm worried. Because knowing him, he'll work himself to death. We may say he's lazy but, I-I've just.... never seen him like this. Not since we've been children that is-..." He took a pause. He pulled over to the side of the road. No one was driving on the street so he didn't turn on any signal or anything. It was rather sudden. Quiet sobs could be heard from his direction, "I-I don't know if I should be happy, or worry about him?... I want him to try but, not too hard. I think if he just made a friend, and let the friend into his life... then he'll be happy. And he wouldn't try to hard. I know he has those... 'Friends' but... they aren't that close to him at all. And then there's the latter of me just over-worrying all of this. But... What do you think, human y/n?"