At the Surface (Sans X Reader)

Chapter Twenty Three

"W-well, in a very satisfying and pleasurable way, if you want me to be completely honest." He mumbled through a nervous smile, but clearly was losing it. You blinked a couple of times and felt a smile creep upon your lips.

"Sensitive ribs." You laughed a bit in amusement, breaking the awkward atmosphere. Your hands reached over to the roll of gauze and started to unroll the bundle at a dreadful and painfully slow pace. Might as well make the best of this while I still can.

He didn't respond. Instead, he stared down at the roll, obviously unsure of what you were going to do to him. With a cheeky smile, you jerked at the bundle, successfully straining a long strip of the gauze. Sans jumped at this gesture, now sweating heavy beads of sweat.

"Don't worry." You teased and dropped the roll. "I won't be using that...yet."

Sans broke into a weak smile and cowered away as you reached towards him. With careful hands, you started to carefully pick at his worn bandages. They were tightly intertwined with his ribs, but that didn't break your patience. You were careful to not graze against his chest as you proceeded to take off the tight gauze. After some persistence, you managed to get all of his injuries wrapped up tightly to the best of your ability. It wasn't bad; you assumed that it'll stay just fine for the time being.

"Okay... Looks alright." You said as you took a last glance at the work you've done.

"It looks great. Thanks, kid." Sans said with a smile and slipped on his shirt. You nodded and looked up at him with a questioning look.

"So, um..." You started and bit your lip.

"Yeah?"

"You said that there were two things bothering you. What's the other thing?" You asked him. He just smiled and shrugged.

"Nothing important anymore. I'll be fine."

"Will you?"

"Yep." Sans reassured as you felt your phone buzz in your pocket. You brought the phone out to see that Mettaton had texted you about Friday's performance. "Who's that?"

"Just Mettaton." You smiled and quickly turned to respond.

~~Text Messages~~

Mettaton: I think I'll take you out of this Friday's performance...depends...how are you feeling darling?

You: little worn out...tired and stressed...

Mettaton: Okay then, I have a little something planned for you next Friday if your up for it

You: wat is it?

Mettaton: Not a show ;)

You: ...

You: sure...u better not get me killed tho lmao

Mettaton: Lol of course not darling!

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You frowned and tossed your phone onto the floor next to the bed. Regret immediately started to nip at your stomach.

"Why do you look like you just made a poor life decision?" Sans asked, carefully adjusting himself so he could lay back down against the bed.

"Mettaton wants me to do something next Friday. I feel like I'm gonna get myself into something I'm gonna regret." You laughed and glanced at him, catching a glimmer of hurt in his eyes but he masked up with a carefree smile.

"Eh. Who knows?" Sans shrugged and yawned a bit, causing you to yawn yourself. Drowsiness immediately slapped your brain and began to numb your body. Am I really this tired?