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“Rejection”; Chapter Twenty-Six

NOTES:

Thank you for the congratulations, Anon. And even more importantly- thanks for smacking a fist of “get off your lazy procrastinatin’ ass and update your freakin’ story pls love ya!” into me. xD

Also, some cursing in this chapter. Not a whole lot, but it’s still pretty sailor-y.

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“No. No, Sans. Anything but tickling. Please. Please!” You begged, and he laughed darkly. You were too worried that he’d kill you with your extremely sensitive sides to recognize any true humor in his tone. “ooo, i found your weak spot, huh?”

He leaned over his bed and set the phone on the table where his nightshade stood. He turned his attention back to you, and a blue spark crackled from his eye. You wanted to scream; if someone even poked your side, you would shoot up 10 feet into the air. You haven't been tickled in years; mainly because everyone knows that one does not simply try to touch the (Y/N). “Sans. I beg of you. Please! I'll do anything!” You cried, and he retracted his hands that were mid-air.

He smirked devilishly, and placed his hands in his pocket. He gave you a sideways look, and raised his non existent eyebrows. “anything?” He cooed, and you nodded quickly. As soon as you did, you took it back. You weren't willing to do anything- you just thought people who had a heart would accept the proposal of mercy and let them go. But then again… Sans was a skeleton.

He didn't technically have a heart.

“S-Sans?” You stuttered, and his eye sockets darkened to a pitch black. You didn’t know what he was thinking, and you didn’t want to stick around to find out. Using sheer brainpower, you focused real hard on your chest that was being held against its will. A crack sounded within your eardrums, and at first you thought it was only yourself. But when you opened your eyes, Sans was staring with a horrified expression.

He had his palms held up in front of him, glancing back and forth between them and you. You tried to sit up, and somehow- you succeeded. You weren’t being held back anymore; you were free. Without wasting a second, you spun around and did a little maneuver that you were taught by your teacher back in middle school. You sprang up into the air, and ripped away one of Sans’ hands from his face.

You pulled his arm down towards the bed, and twisted your body so that he fell through the air and you were the one in control again. He still said nothing; you smirked at your victory. You know you done good when you made the smartass skeleton shut up and need a moment to recollect his bearings. He lay there, pinned to his own mattress, dumbfounded. His eye fizzled out pathetically, stunned by the sudden trick that you just tried out at that second with no practice before hand.

Honestly, you would have been more shocked with your reflexes and how you managed to break free from his strong magic in the first place; but you were panting and unaware of what to do next. You chuckled, and broke the unusual silence from the monster. “Looks like the tides have changed. But as you were saying…?” You were so happy with yourself, you didn’t even care how close your face was to his skull yet again.

Starstruck, Sans continued to say nothing. He had no idea what happened. One minute, he was in control with you begging for mercy. Then he was the one with the broken magic and interrogated? His soul urged for him to reply with a good comeback, but his head refused. It couldn’t comprehend what the human just did; because no one has ever done it before.

She overpowered his magic with her own, and tore away from his infamous soul-grab technique.

Appearing as though her little muse was over, she let Sans go and got to her feet. Brushing off her hands on her pants, she sighed and chuckled to herself again. “Would ya look at that. I’ve silenced the Almighty Sans. Guess that’s quite the feat, huh?” She placed her hands on her hips, and pushed her big, nerdy glasses up. “I’ll be downstairs with the gang. See what they wanna do next tonight.”

And with that, she strolled out of the room and shut the door courteously for the astounded skeleton still lying on his mattress. He listened to her footsteps fall downstairs, and her laughter ring out throughout the house at something that Undyne said. Sans sat up from his bed, staring at her phone across the room, deep in wonder.

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You rushed down the wooden stairs from Sans’ room and threw yourself onto the couch. Papyrus was nearly crushed, and Undyne barked out a fit of laughter. Alphys scolded at you to be more careful, but you just rubbed her head in response. She smiled, and wiggled her eyebrows. “You seem awfully happy. Did something happen…?” She asked, raising her pitch at the end of her sentence to secretly imply something.

You blushed a little, and shook your head. “Nah. I simply asked Sans a few questions as to why he changed all the names in my contacts list.” You weren’t exactly lying, but you weren’t telling the full truth, either. Alphys made a “mm-hmm” noise under her breath, and Undyne bared her teeth. “What’d the trashbag do? What’s our names now?!” You reached for your phone in your pocket, but remembered you left it upstairs.

Dammit. He was distracting me too much. You shrugged, and laid your legs over Papyrus’s lap where he’d started observing the firm muscle on your bones. “Dunno. He still has my phone. But knowing him, he probably changed your name to some sort of pun about fish. Like, ‘F.S.H’; get it? Because it’s missing an ‘i’?” You burst out laughing, and Papyrus chuckled along even though it was kinda mean.

Undyne scrunched up her face in anger, and swung a clenched fist in the air. “YOU PROBABLY HELPED HIM MAKE THAT ONE UP!” You kept laughing, and a snort came out of Alphys’ nose. “You don’t scare me Undyne.” You teased her, and brought a finger up to your eyelid and pulled it down in an offensive, anime way. Alphys squealed at the little reference, and you gave her a wink.

Undyne jumped to her feet, and stomped over to you. Papyrus stuck out an arm, and pushed her shoulder away from beating the shit outta you. On the outside, you pulled a “Sans” and remained calm. On the inside, you were terrified as images of Undyne the Undying flew through your brain. How she melted and her determination to live past death crumbled away as Chara- a.k.a. you- dodged all of her infamous spear attacks.

“Is that a challenge, punk?! Do you wanna fucking go?!” She swore, and Papyrus yelled at her to watch her language. You snickered, and nodded. “Sure. Why not?” The place where her nostrils would have been flared up and down rapidly; the gills on her neck fluctuated in and out with rage. She slammed a fist down on the table beside her, breaking the heavy wooden table clean in half. Papyrus uttered out a cry of defeat, and was on the verge of tears.

Alphys ran over, comforting him. “I’ll make sure to get you a new one, Papyrus.” She rubbed his shoulder pad armor, while Undyne laughed maniacally. “Alright!! A human that isn’t a total wimp! What shall it be?! I’ll even let you get to pick, since I’m naturally good at everything athletic.” You wagged a finger at her, and even tsked her daringly.

“Oh, Undyne. I already know that. So I’m going to challenge you to a match of chess.” Her rambunctious glare dropped immediately, the blue spear she’d summoned in her hand (you had no idea when that got there) faded into nothing. “Uh...what?” She stood up straight, and Alphys gasped. Frisk never negotiated; they only agreed with a newfound determination to win at whatever was thrown in their way.

Papyrus wasn’t sad anymore, and asked Undyne’s question for her. “HUMAN...HOW DO I SAY THIS WITHOUT BEING RUDE? HMM… OH!” He paused for emphasis, and took in a deep breath. Then out of nowhere he screamed, “ARE YOU CRAZY?!” You gave him a lazy smile, one so big it could rival his brother’s. “Nope, I’m (Y/N).”

He flipped the broken table pieces in front of him, and shrieked with fury. Undyne took ahold of your shirt, and raised you high into the air above her. Alphys tugged at her jeans to put you down, but Undyne ignored her. “I think you’re just being a coward! You’ve barely even been in the Underground for more than a few days; how in the world would you know if you were going to lose?!”

You knew you couldn’t answer that question; only Sans knew the answer to that, and he’s the only one who ever will. You had to come up with an excuse right on the dot, which was something you weren’t normally very good at. But, by God’s Grace, it hit you. “When I first fell into the Ruins, I met Frisk. She told me all about you and your amazing athletic capabilities. So why fight a battle when you know you’re going to lose?”

Undyne bit her lip, and thought hard. Then she snapped back to life with as much energy as ever. Papyrus was still running around the living room with his hands flailing up into the air like a beheaded goose. “Determination! And hope! You rely on those traits to help you get through the battle! And believe me when I say that those will get you far in a place like this; the kid befriended every monster in the entire Underground within a week just with hope and determination alone! Even me!”

You looked around the room, realizing what you were about to say was really depressing and incomprehensible to her. “What if none of that mattered? What if your fate was already predetermined by mysterious beings with a power that you would never be able to understand?” She looked more confused than ever, and set you down. “Huh?” Her red hair flew about wildly, and Alphys finally managed to take ahold of Papyrus’s sanity once again.

Bags suddenly grew around your eyes, and you continued rambling. “What would be the point to doing or believing in anything anymore? Why even try?” You realized that you had sounded just like Sans; you covered your mouth with your hands in surprise and a little fear. Undyne stared at you as if you had three heads; maybe there was even a glimpse of concern in her gaze. “(Y/N), what are you talking about? Life isn’t predetermined like some sort of...of...video game! It’s always changing, and anything can happen!”

You looked back up at her, and listened to her words. “In life, you always have to make the best out of it. And that means taking chances! Risking all you got just to try out something new.” She laid a hand on your shoulder, smiling genuinely. She no longer seemed angry. “And if that is what you wish, I will take on your challenge at a chess match! Be prepared to lose, because I’m gonna have Alphy teach me everything about it and how I’m gonna beat you!”

She jabbed a thumb into your skin, laughing proudly. Alphys blushed in a corner where she was nearly finished with calming Papyrus down upon hearing Undyne’s words of praise. You chuckled half-heartedly, and nodded. “That’s what you think. But one lesson I’ve learned lately is that you can’t count your chickens before they hatch.”

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