Sans x Reader Chapter 1

Most people would be shocked or frightened feeling a bony arm wrap around them in the middle of the night, but it was something you grew to love and look forward to every night.
When the barrier broke and the monsters were set free, many changes came to pass and new faces were abundant. You, being the weird little person you are, loved this change. Your life had come to be monotonous and amounted to a routine of waking up, going to college, working and sleeping. A change was exactly what you needed. The chaos brought about by some monsters was weirdly refreshing and welcomed. Welcomed by you, at least.
You lived in a less progressive area of the world, so of course there was some prejudice against the ex-residents of the Underground. As was the case with many minorities, some people couldn’t bring themselves to accept the diverse creatures that shared the land with us now and lashed out with hate crimes.
What’s even sadder is some people stood around and watched this sort of thing happen and refused to testify in court.  Those people were no better.
You turned in your sleep, carefully wrapping your arms around a big boned skeleton. Cuddling with a skeleton wasn’t easy at first, but with much practice, you learned to do so in a way that wouldn’t accidentally break bones or make this uncomfortable for either of you.  
Over time, you learned he liked it when you’d run your fingers over the Spinous Processes of his spine and he absolutely loved feeling your fingers threaded through his Transverse Processes.
Dating a skeleton helped you learn a thing or two about anatomy, which made biology a breeze. When you’d ask what a bone on his body was called, he’d chuckle and answer with a terrible pun, which in turn had you rolling your eyes and giggling. This was normally followed by a groan of annoyance from his younger brother, Papyrus.
You couldn’t believe how much your life had changed in a few years.

It started out as a cloudy day and ended in rain when you were finally done with your classes. It was pouring down heavily and you decided to wait it out in a nearby pub. There was no way in hell you were going to walk home in this weather. Maybe you could grab a bite to eat while you waited for it to clear.

The second you stepped inside, you felt an intense warmth washing over you. This was so much better than the ice cold rain that was pouring down on you only moments ago. The heat was starting to make you feel a little suffocated, so you removed your scarf and your favorite oversized sweater and hung it on the coatrack at the entrance. Without it, you immediately started to feel a little self-conscious. You considered putting it back on, but something caught your eye before you reached for it. Many things, in fact.
Firstly, the bartender was on fire. You had a moment of absolute panic, before realizing that nobody paid any attention to this, including him. It clicked in your head that this must be one of the monsters from the underground, as he went about his business like nothing was wrong and wiped away at a beer mug.
Second, there were monsters everywhere.  This made you a little excited. You hadn’t gotten the chance to really talk to any monsters, since they kept to themselves and avoided eye contact if you tried to start a conversation. The relationship between humans and monsters was tense, so you understood this behavior. You wouldn’t hold it against them.
Third, most eyes were on you when you walked through the door. It made your stomach churn. You figured you’d make the best of this awkward situation and mustered up the courage to sit at one of the empty barstools.
You greeted the bartender and ordered a burger, making sure to be polite. You appreciated that he was professional and didn’t stare like everyone else seemed to be doing.
After a while, the crowd stopped paying so much attention to you and continued their conversations. This eased your nerves greatly.
You heard the bell at the entrance go off like it had for you, followed by greetings towards this “Sans” person from the many monsters that filled the pub. You were curious, so you turned your head to get a peek at this them.  A pair of white pinpricks you could only assume were eyes glanced at you briefly.

Phalanges delicately wrapped around the fluffy border of its hood, pulling it down to reveal a skeletal face. Your face flushed when you realized you were staring and you quickly spun around, only to find your burger on its way. You thanked the fire monster, picking up your burger from its plate. You heard a voice beside you speak up.
“Want some ketchup on that?” it said, voice deep and gravely.
You were startled, to say the least. Most patrons in there would estimate you jumped about an inch or two out of your stool. His seemingly permanent grin only grew.
“N-no, thank you.” You put your burger down and turned to face him.
“This is your chance to talk to a monster, make the best of it.” You thought.
He shrugged, screwing the cap off the ketchup bottle and chugging it. You grimaced, slightly disgusted.
This earned you a laugh from him.  
“The name’s Sans. What’s yours?”
You told him your name with a little more confidence, stretching your hand out to meet his. Immediately, the sound of a wet fart emitted from his hand, taking you by surprise. You laughed.
“Cute gag.” You comment with a smile, relaxing a little more around the skeleton. He had a way of making you feel so relaxed around him, even though you just met the guy. He clearly had practice melting away stress.
“Thanks, I try.” He looks to your plate, then gets the attention of the bartender.
“Could I get a burg too, Grillby?”
Grillby simply nods, penning down the order and using a clothespin to place it on a string of orders for the cooks.
“You liking the surface so far?” You decided to ask while his burger was being made. You immediately started wondering whether or not that was appropriate to ask.
He took note of the concern on your face after the words flew out of your mouth, acting nonchalant to avoid making you worry.
“Yeah. It’s a nice change from constant snow. The stars are really neat, too.”
His answer warmed your heart. You hadn’t taken it into consideration that a lot of them hadn’t seen the stars before. Also, constant snow?
“Well, there’s plenty to see. Hope you enjoy what the surface has to offer.” You smile brightly.  Again, you thought of what you just said and felt as if you were being awkward. Maybe coming here was a bad idea. However instead of showing discomfort, he nodded, grin slightly widening.
“Wish it was a little warmer here, though. Weather’s got me chilled to the bone.”
You rolled your eyes, but couldn’t help snickering.
You picked up on a faint buzzing sound coming from his pocket. He pulled out his cellphone and flipped it open to answer.
“Mhmm.. Yeah. Alright, Paps. Be there in a few. Can’t let you get all BONEly, now can I?” He smirked. You swear you heard and exasperated sigh from the other end of the phone.
 “Sorry, gotta go. Bro needs his bedtime story.” He explained.
You beamed as you got an idea. Quickly, you pulled apart your burger and pulled out a lettuce leaf.
“Lettuce finish this conversation another time, then?” You laughed at your own joke.
He pulls out another bottle of ketchup out of his jacket and takes a swig before answering.
“Not bad, but you’re gonna need some work if you wanna ketchup to me.” He winked and slid out of his seat. “Can you put it on my tab, Grillby?”
The flaming bartender nodded and the short skeleton waved goodbye at you lazily.
Suddenly, this place didn’t feel so bad.