Sans x Reader Chapter 2

You finished your burger and paid for it, leaving a tip for Grillby as well. A few monsters stared as you made your way out of the little pub.
Again, its justified. They don’t know what to make of you yet. Most of them probably had a bad encounter with a human. You wanted them to know you weren’t going to act the same.   

You were relieved to see that the heavy rain had turned into a light sprinkle and walked to your small apartment nearby. You desperately wanted to make it there before nightfall, since the streets were known to get a little dangerous by then. You spotted your apartment complex a few blocks down and sighed with relief.
After walking up the steps and greeting your neighbors Bratty and Catty, you opened the door and plopped onto your bed. The dishes could wait, you needed sleep. You nuzzled against your cool pillow and pulled the blankets over yourself, quickly drifting off to slumberland.
It wasn’t long before you heard someone knocking at your door. You briefly thought of ignoring them and trying to get back to sleep, but heard knocking once again. You sat up and slid your bunny slippers on, walking to the door.
You looked through your peephole and saw that it was your neighbors. This was odd. They never really talked to you, outside of the usual “Good morning”. You wondered what they wanted, so you opened the door.
“Hey, so like.. we were wondering-“ Bratty began.
“If you would, like, want to go to our friend Undyne’s party with us? You totally never go out and stuff, so we thought it would be super cool if you came with. We also kinda need a ride. ” Catty continued

“Catty!” Bratty laughed. “The party starts in thirty minutes and our friend Burgerpants wicked bailed on us. Something about Metatton making him work an extra shift or something.”

“Just let me get ready, alright?” you agreed, still only half awake.
You went into your closet and pulled out a breezy, pastel tie-dye shirt that had tears down the sides. You paired that with high-waisted, white denim shorts and some matching high-top sneakers. All that was left was your hair. You curled it and picked out a few accessories you thought went well with the outfit. You smiled as you looked in the mirror. You had to admit, you looked great.  
You heard them holler at you to hurry up and quickly ran out to meet up with them.
“That outfit is so totally cute!” They said in unison.
“Humans have like, some of the cutest clothes.” Bratty said, Catty nodding in agreement.
You felt your face heat up and thanked them for the compliments. You normally didn’t take so much time to get ready, but you assumed that there’s going to be monsters at the house party. You wanted to look sharp and make good first impressions.
You all hopped into your black Chevrolet and drove towards the party with directions from the cat monster. You pulled up and the music was blaring. Your heart thumped with excitement.
This was your first time going to a house party. You didn’t know what you were going to walk into, so you hoped for the best.
The house was really nice and you took note of the surrounding neighborhood. This was the side of town that was better off financially. Monsters were given less problems when they lived in places like this, so long as they respected the other residents.
A fridge was promptly suplexed out the window, courtesy of Undyne, followed by the cheers of many inebriated monsters. It was fair to say the party was in full swing.
You walked in and saw a little ghost at a DJ booth made out of a coffee table, happily mixing tracks. It really looked like the little guy was enjoying himself. Again, a few monsters stared, but most went about their business at the party.
Moldsmal’s were on the dancefloor jiggling, red solo cups and confetti bits were strewn about the room, and the music was amazing. This was nice, to be honest.
You spotted a punch bowl filled with an odd colored substance and a monster with six arms managing drinks. She had large fangs and multiple eyes, many of which, were glaring at you with annoyance. You smiled at her and picked up a cup, taking a sip of the contents. It tasted sweet at first, followed by the bitter taste of booze. You’d never tasted anything like it.
“So, you like my spider cider?” She grins.
You were about to tell her you liked it, but felt something crawling on the back of your hand. You quickly turned it around to see a small spider. Your heart almost stopped, but you carefully coaxed it into an empty cup and handed it to her.
“O-one of your little friends latched onto my cup..” you said, letting out a nervous laugh.
Her annoyed glare softened into one of surprise when she saw you hadn’t killed it.
“Sorry about that. They’re social little buggers.” She giggled.
“Muffet! We like, think its super cool of you to volunteer to hand out drinks.”  Bratty said in her valley girl accent.
“Yea! We like, never expected you to be this nice.” Catty said bluntly.
“Oh don’t be silly! I’m not here giving up my time for free. I’m getting paid by the hour. Not to mention I’m getting paid for providing the drinks and food.” Muffet corrected the two.
Normally, you would stick to familiar faces in a situation like this, but the thought of seeing any more spiders made your skin crawl. For now, you decided to look around and see if you could muster up the courage to strike up a conversation. 
“Hey.” You heard a familiar gravelly voice so close it almost made you jump out of your skin. Even with the music blaring, you heard it clear as day.
“Lookin’ sharp, pal.” Sans said with amusement.
“Th-thanks.” You quickly regained your composure and tried to save face. He clearly wasn’t buying it, seeing as his toothy grin only grew.
“So how’d you hear about this little get together?” He asked you, handing you another cup of hard spider cider.
“My neighbors Bratty and Catty needed a ride, so they invited me.” You answered. It wasn’t until you said it out loud that you realized how bad that sounded on their part.
“They’re nice, and I’m enjoying myself. I-it was nice of them.” You followed up quickly, not wanting to give someone the wrong idea about them. “Besides, I never had an excuse to wear this outfit.” You smiled awkwardly.  
“Well, as long as you’re havin’ a good time, I guess.” He shrugged. “Wanna dance? I’ll ulna take yes as an answer.” The stocky skeleton stretched his hand out to you, nudging his head towards the dancefloor. You weren’t that good at dancing, but you couldn’t say no to such a cheesy bone pun. You quickly gulped down your liquid courage and followed him to the dancefloor with a burning feeling lingering in your throat.
He lead you to the beat of the music until you got the hang of it and let you do your thing when he saw you were a little more comfortable. You went to grab his hand to keep dancing with him, but he decided to play a mean little prank. Mid dance, you popped his arm off at the joint. You felt his arm go limp in your hand and immediately started to panic and apologize, face completely tinted red. The expression on your face made him laugh with a volume you didn’t think he had in him. He stretched his hand out, still laughing, and took his severed arm from you, popping it back into place. He showed you that all his phalanges still worked by flexing them. Once the feeling of panic left you, you were able to laugh at the little practical joke.
“Aww, that was mean!” you giggled, shoving him playfully.
He pointed to a bone of his and smirked.
“You know you thought it was humerus.” He chuckled.
“Do you ever run out of puns?” You asked, visibly more relaxed.
“Nah. I got a skele-TON of ‘em.” He winks.
You wonder what you did to deserve this onslaught of lame puns.
“I walked right into that one.” You groaned with fake irritation, smile painted on your face despite your sounds of protest.
“You totally did, tibia honest.” He snickers.
“Oh my god, stoooop.” You whined, laughing.
“You like them, don’t fib..ia.” he finishes, sticking a glowing blue tongue out at you.
You absolutely needed to “ketchup” with him, so you pulled up a cheat sheet on your phone discreetly. A grin grew on your face once you spotted what you needed.
“I do love your jokes. Pa-tella me more.” You reply triumphantly. It was time to even out the scores.
“Not bad. It would be better if you didn’t have a cheat sheet, though.” He smirked.
You were caught. Flustered, you put away your phone. Damn it! How was he so perceptive?!
“To be fair, it takes a bit of creativity for bone puns to work. I have to give credit where it’s due.” He patted your back. “So don’t worry. I’m just Ribbing ya.”
It only took two conversations with the guy to come to the conclusion that he is the coolest person you will ever meet.