Save Point (Sans x Reader)

Extra #8: An Alternate Timeline

As a (slightly late-ish) way to celebrate Undertale's 4th anniversary, here's an extra based on a lil' side story I'm working on!

The following timeline takes place a few years before Save Point's plot -- It's sort of a 'what if' for how things could've turned out had you met Sans earlier by being assigned to his background check.

This is only a snippet from a short, 5 chapter long, alternate version of Save Point named Save File, which should hopefully be out on December!

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Third Person POV

Sans's Perspective

Sans watches as the human jots down his statement word for word, notebook already close to reaching its end.

He notices something odd as they finish and set the pen aside: the ring on their finger wasn't there anymore. Given what he had learned about them through the past two months, something had to go wrong in (Y/N)'s marriage for them not to be wearing it anymore -- either that, or they had simply forgotten to wear it today.

"Excuse me, sir."

He sets those thoughts away when he hears (Y/N) calling for him. It's apparent he hadn't heard them the first time for their raised volume and the awkward strain in their voice.

That was another thing he learned about the human: they were a young and an amateur police officer barely in their third month working for their town. While they were firm and rigorous with their work, there were still some points where their mask of professionality fell off.

He meets with their eyes and voices a quick apology for not hearing them the first time, hiding his smile when he sees the concerned look smacked on their face. Worrywart: that was yet another thing he knew about (Y/N) in his short time getting to know them.

Strange, however, was one adjective he could use to describe himself with.

Why was he as interested as he was for the human, anyway?

Sure, at first, it was for the sole sake of having them assigned for his background check and judgment, two procedures that would determine whether he was to roam the Surface freely or held back by shackles and extended community service. But why was he still interested in them now that he'd known them for two months -- now that he was about to be set free?

They were married! He couldn't possibly be thinking about them in that way.

And why was he even thinking that way in the first place?

"Sir. . ."

Sans flinches as so does the human when they break him off his trance by means of placing their hand on top of his, another sign they were still an amateur when it came to setting a firm line between authority and informality. He repeats the same sorry and looks up at them to see wide eyes and slightly parted lips, shock more than visible on their expression.

"Are you alright, sir? Frankly, you seem. . . out of it today. Your freedom is more than certain already, so please don't worry about it. I-"

Wrong move.

Those two words keep repeating themselves on his head when he bursts out a chuckle, an act that only makes the human appear more concerned for him. Awkwardly, he harrumphs and faces them again, grin widening when he speaks up. "I'm fine, bud -- Just gettin' a lil' too distracted over some stuff, but it's got nothin' to do with my freedom."