Bruised To The Bone: (Sans x Reader)

I wake up, stretch, and do my usual morning routine. I toss on the hoodie from yesterday, giving it a sniff. It doesn't smell like dog crap, so we're good. I apply makeup, trying not to smudge it. My phone beeps. I check it.

59 missed messages from 'Unknown' I click on 'Unknown's profile.

Unknown: Hey, it's Ace. The one whos life you saved, haha.
Unknown: U gonna answer orr..??
Unknown: Like 4 real. Did you die? Do you want me to get Sans or someting?
Unknown: I'm genuinely concerned. The rest of the messages are of the same design. I sigh, typing an answer.

Me: Sorry, I fell asleep. This is (Y/N). Sorry I didn't text you back, haha. I switch her contact to 'Ace'. I notice that I also have quite a few missed messages from Sans.

Bonehead: Tomorrow, when I go over, we need to talk.
Bonehead: By the way, I'm going over at 10.
Bonehead: Ace called me over.. If she murders me, write a pun on my gravestone.
Bonehead: Sooo.. While Ace and Lumie and me were talking, Ace mentioned that she thinks that you died.. So did you?
Bonehead: You're probably sleeping actually. I'll tell her that.
Bonehead: She didn't believe me.. Yay. Welp, seeya at 10. The messages end there. I type a reply.

Me: oof.. A 'Talk'? I'm scawed.. But yeah, 10 is fine. And yeah, I fell asleep.. I'm pretty sure i didn't die, but I'm not 100% positive. Seeya at 10! I shut off my phone, grabbing a bowl of cereal.

The box is almost out. As in, there's literally, like fifteen cheerios and a bunch of dust. I sigh, making a mental note to go shopping. Once I'm done eating, I check the time. Nine fifty. Guess I must've overslept. I sit on the couch, twiddling my thumbs. I wonder what Sans is going to talk to me about.

Maybe he'll confess his crush on me.. No. Don't be naive. Sans could never like me. And I already know that he doesn't. I sigh. Great.. Now I've depressed myself. A blue flash occurs in my perpheral vision.

"Heya. There's.. Uh.. Something I want to talk to you about." Sans teleports onto the couch, taking a seat next to me.

"Sure, shoot. What is it?" I encourage.

"Well.. Uh.. I don't think that we should be friends anymore." Sans squirms in his seat. I look at him, my mouth gaping.

"What? W-Why?" My voice cracks.. Did I do something? It's probably something I did. He hates me. My crush hates me. Sans hates me, and I don't know why.

"Because- Look, you're not making this any easier." He booms. "It's because you're too good for me. You won't hold grudges against me, you won't yell at me unprovoked. It.. Our friendship isn't good for either you or me."

"Sans, I.. I don't understand. Is it something I did..?" I ask, heartbroken.

"No, no.. It's.. Look, I jus-" Sans starts.

"No, Sans. This is stupid. Y-You can't just.. Take our friendship away from me because of your pride or whatever!" I shout, half in tears. "What's the real reason?"

"That is the real reason." Sans puts on a blank face.

"Like, was it something I did?"

"You didn't do anything. I just don't want to be friends anymore." Sans states simply.

"But why? W-Was it something I said? Did you not want me to call you to Grillby's yesterday?" By now, tears are running down my face. I try to stop them, and I'm only half successful. My eye lights up, and the tears are reduced to a trickle.