Save Point (Sans x Reader)

Chapter Fourteen

Minor crude language and behaviour ahead.

Discretion is advised if you're under 13 of age.

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“I don’t want to!”

A headache was bound to show itself soon with how much and how long the argument between them was becoming. Faust refused to quit with his tutoring lessons, no matter how much his other parent tried to convince him it was for the best.

“Why should I?” he pressed, anger slipping from his tone.

“Don’t you dare talk to me like that, Faust (L/N)! I’ve been patient enough with you already,” your ex speaks, chastising him for his behavior. “(Y/N) may be okay with having a monster in this house, but I’m not. It’s dangerous, and I won’t put you through that risk.”

“But. . . But why are they dangerous?” the boy questions, earnest confusion replacing his anger. “I’ve made friends with lots of them!”

“They just are,” was their response, words stern and cutting sharp. “Do you even know what happened to Frisk when they were in the Underground? Monsters attacked them with every chance they got -- They were merciless, I’m sure, and they’ll act no differently with you!”

“Stop for a second,” you intervene, stepping in on their argument. “I’m aware they attacked, but merciless? That’s an adjective that doesn’t really fit them.”

“So now you’re defending them?” your ex asks, disbelief showing by the humourless laugh they direct at you. “What’s next -- Are you gonna marry that tutor and adopt another kid with him?”

“Don’t change the subject,” you object, narrowing your eyes at them. “While quite a few of them did attack Frisk, the monsters spared Frisk, or Frisk spared them -- And now those that did are being held accountable for their actions.” You pause in your words, a sense of spite rising in you. “I should know, since I was one of the people left in charge of detaining and punishing them in the first place.”

“You were a shit cop and you know it,” they taunt, grinning. “Why else would you be laid off?”

“I was about to resign when they did that,” you defend, still maintaining a stern look their way. “The only reason I was fired was because I didn’t agree to separating monsters in categories.”

“You did the wrong thing, then. They should all be--”

Your argument is interrupted by Faust bolting out of the argument, tiny and short legs rushing to make their way up the stairs of your home. You stop sending glares at your ex and cast your gaze up, catching the image of the child covering his face away with the sleeve of his striped shirt, scrubbing the tears with a furious pace. You don’t bother to excuse yourself from your ex and instead run after Faust, stress making your shoulders freeze.

“Faust!” you cry out, hurrying in your steps as you climb up the stairs. You can hear footsteps close behind you as you reach the top, and you turn around to see your ex running after you.

“Wait up,” they plead, panting and out of breath. “I want to talk with him, too.”

“You cursed right in front of him,” you remark, annoyance prickling at your tone. “I think you should calm down a bit more first.”

“You should too,” they snap, managing to say those few words after recovering from the dash they gave from the living room until here. “Maybe. . . Maybe think about what could happen whenever you greet a monster into your life and into your house -- especially that tutor guy.”