SansxReader Fluff. -Skin-
This is an idea i got from tumblr, and was inspired. its the Skin Au where whatever markings you get on your skin show up on your soulmate’s skin. im doing this au where everyone’s soulmate is can be one year in age varied from yours. and 18 is when the soul-connection starts. its common around the world for people to wait a year after turing 18 to begin writing and contacting. And, because its undertale and magic is a thing, im also gonna say for monsters, they can start writing whenever. in humans it takes longer for the connection to build. so once monsters are able to read/ write, they write. they are told by their parents, though, that its just your true best friend. not soulmate.and its rare a human and monster are paired together.. so magical things happen. allright. enough explination. lets dive in yeah? - Tean
The markings had started appearing since 5th grade for you.. but then, you didnt know what they meant. you just knew you had a friend in yourself. the one in your skin had been there for you through alot.. and you were there for him.
you discovered his name was Sans. And he was AMAZING at jokes. and never failed to make you smile. on top of that, he was quite the artist.
you had to perpetually wear long-sleeves because of him though. no-one else had notes on their arms.. other than adults.. they were the only ones. you didnt know what it meant, but it made you diffrent so you hid it. Sans knew this, so sometimes at school we would draw these beautiful scenes or scapes on his skin for you to see when you got home. It always made you smile.
you both would chat untill your arms and legs were all full of text and doodles. it was good to have such a good friend.
on your 18th birthday, your parents told you the meaning on the writing, and demonstrated on eachother. you went pale but nodded when they told you to wait about a year to write, incase your soulmate was younger than you.
You didnt tell anyone about sans. no-one.
on your 19th birthday, sans had drawn a gourgous cake on your arm that looked good enough to eat.
your heart ached.
Sans? you wrote
Whats up buttercup?
how old are you?
19. same as you, silly.
i want t-
you stopped mid-sentance and hesitated.
i want to meet you..
your arm stayed silent for a while.
ok?!?! thats all he wrote back?!
im pretty limited on places to go.. you know Grillbys?
no? wheres that?
snowdin. dang. you must live further than i thought. know where mtt resort is?
no?? im so sorry. i ll try and look it up online.
you went to your computer and looked up “mtt resort” and got no results. you tell sans this. he responds with a checkmark, but doesnt reply for a long time.
hey. i was worried. whats up?
Where are you from?
you know the mountian where supposedly a long time ago “magic” people sealed monsters underground? i live in the city right outside there.
he responded with another checkmark. your skin stayed silent for a LONG time.longer than it has the entire time you had known him. you were paranoid. when, two weeks later, you felt a hot sting on your arm.
you had a fresh puncture wound in your arm. it began to bleed a little, then stopped.
you grab the sharpie from your pocket
SANS? ARE YOU OKAY? WHAT HAPPENED?!
y/n. you want to meet me right?
yeah. of course!
you know the hole in the mountian?
meet me there. ill be there every day until i meet you, at noon. when the sun is the highest.
okay! Wait, every day? Starting when?
its bout’ 11 right?
starting in an hour then.
omg. im on my way. i live close.
you got a backpack, filled it with a lunch, clothes, and cash, and you took a bus to the closest spot you could get to the hole, and hiked for about half an hour.
you could see the clearing where the hole was and you checked your watch.
you sat on the edge, and dangled your feet over and sat, nervously, and watched for your soul-mate.
You hear a whistle from below, and nearly fall in. You yell out.
“SORRY, DIDN’ MEAN TO SCARE YOU. ARE YOU Y/N?”
saying a thousand thoughts went though your head at once would be an understatement.
“Sans?” you ask.
“yup. the one-and-only.”
“h-how in the hell did you get down there?”
“I was born down here.”
your mind went to a safe place. so, there were humans who lived down there. theres NO WAY monsters were actually real…
“is there a way i can get down?” You yelled into the darkness below your feet.
“Jump! Ill catch ya’. ITs not far. i promise!”
“y/n. come on. please?”
“IS THERE A WAY OUT?”
“yeah, but it aint easy. but i know you can make it if you really wanted to.”
what the hell were you thinking.
“c-c-catch my bag. in 3…2….1!” You lightly tossed your bag into the inky black-ness.
“got it! your turn!”
what the actual hell were you thinking. what if he missed? what if he killed you? what if there was no way for you to get out? what if?
you stepped back, closed your eyes, and ran forward. you cannonballed into the black.
you didnt catch them until you were placed lightly into someones arms.
“wow….” The voice sounded in awe
you opened your eyes
skull. black. .
Sans burried his face into your neck.