**Sans’s Love Life**
Prompt: Undertale FanFiction: Sans’s Love Life
In a world filled with monsters, magic, and a sprinkle of the surreal, one skeleton stood out among the rest. With his lazy grin, laid-back attitude, and penchant for puns, Sans had earned a reputation as the Undyne of the underground—a protector, a jokester, and, in his own way, a teacher. But beneath that trippy persona, there was another side of Sans that few knew about: he had a peculiar love life that danced between the shadows of the underworld and the light of budding romance.
It began one chilly evening, the air crisp and electric with the hint of a snowstorm on the horizon. Still, the lights of Snowdin twinkled like stars against the looming night sky. Sans leaned against the familiar wooden railing outside his favorite sentry station, gazing lazily at the flurries of snowflakes spiraling down.
“Hey there, kid,” came a soft voice to his right, and Sans turned, spotting a familiar figure wrapped in a fluffy blue scarf. It was Papyrus, his overzealous brother, holding a cup of hot chocolate that threatened to spill over the rim.
“Wanna try my new recipe? It’s as amazing as my spaghetti!” Papyrus said, his eyes alight with enthusiasm.
Sans chuckled lightly, taking the cup with a wink. “Sure, bro. It’s the least I could do to warm up my cold, dead heart.”
As he took a sip of the steaming drink, the warmth spread through him, but he couldn’t shake the feeling that something was missing. His heart had not always been cold; once upon a time, it beat for someone.
The chatter at the cafe a few blocks down sparked a memory of a figure: a female skeleton with a warm smile and eyes that danced like the Northern Lights. Her name was Undyne, and everyone in the underground knew her ferocity, her bravery, and most importantly, her indomitable spirit. Yet there was a softer side to her—one that complemented Sans's own laid-back demeanor.
He remembered the day they had met: a chance encounter at Grillby’s. Undyne had laughingly fallen into his table after narrowly avoiding a skirmish with a rogue monster.
“You gonna let me fall or catch me?” she had challenged, muscles tensed and ready for a fight.
“Depends,” Sans replied with a grin, “how’re you at breaking the fall?”
That spark began a friendship that no one could have predicted, a connection that felt like gravity pulling two contrasting bodies together. Yet—when it came to confessing their feelings, Sans had remained firmly rooted in his comfort zone, terrified of the consequences of taking their companionship one step further.
As days turned into weeks, Sans often pondered his hesitations. But something shifted that winter night when a sudden memory broke through his musings. He recalled Undyne’s words during a snowball fight gone awry: “Sans, if you ever have something to say, just say it! Don’t be a bonehead!”
Mulling over her advice, Sans felt the heat of determination. Perhaps it was time to shake off his fear and just go for it. “You know what?” he muttered to himself, glancing at the cup of chocolate. “Time to be a little less of a skeleton and a little more… alive.”
With resolve, Sans headed to Undyne’s house. The snow crunched beneath his feet as he made his way through the dimly lit streets bathed in moonlight. Each step felt heavier than the last as the thoughts of all the worst-case scenarios ran through his mind—the laughter, the rejection, the unexpected awkwardness. But Sans pushed through, the idea of never knowing what could have been gnawing at him.
Arriving at her door, he took a deep breath and knocked. Moments later, the door swung open, revealing Undyne in her oversized pajamas that seemed completely at odds with her fierce reputation.
“Sans! What a surprise!” she exclaimed, her eyes brightening. “What brings you here on such a chilly night?”
He could feel the edges of his resolve trembling. “Um, well… I wasn’t busy, so I figured… you might want some company?”
Undyne gave him a questioning look, but the corners of her mouth turned up into a smirk. “Are you asking me on a date or something?”
“Maybe,” Sans said, shifting on his feet, “but only if you promise not to bring your spear.”
Undyne laughed, and his nerves began to ease. “Okay, deal! Come on in, I’ve got some left over from dinner if you’re hungry.”
Inside her home, the two of them giggled through the evening as they shared stories and food, punctuated by the vibrant glow of the fire crackling in the hearth. It was comfortable, familiar yet electric, and Sans felt a flicker of hope igniting in his chest.
As the evening wore on, he knew he had to say it; it was now or never. “Undyne,” he started, his voice wavering slightly, “there’s something I’ve been meaning to tell you—”
“Wait! I have something to say, too!” she interrupted, eyes shining with excitement.
He blinked, his heart racing. “You do?”
“Yeah! I’ve been trying to figure out how to tell you that… I really care about you, Sans. Like, really care. You make me feel… well, alive.”
A grin split Sans’s skull, his worry dissipating like snow in the sunlight. “You have no idea how much that means.”
Needles of nervous tension dissolved as Undyne stepped closer, their laughter subsiding into an intimate silence. The air between them charged, and Sans took a bold step forward, wrapping his skeletal arms around her. It was a gamble, but the hope radiating from within lit up the darkness surrounding him.
And when Undyne leaned into him, a soft warmth enveloping them both, he knew that love was worth facing fear for—whether it was in the windswept air of Snowdin or the depths of a monster-filled underground. In a world so unpredictable, he finally felt a sense of clarity among the chaos.
As the storm howled outside, two hearts—a reckless warrior and a pun-filled skeleton—found a rhythm, dancing together in the winter’s embrace, all doubts thrown to the wind. In that moment, Sans understood that love was no longer a distant echo of the past; it was here and now, and it was beautiful.
