Transmission, Intermission - [Sans x Reader | Old Version!]

24 - The Color Orange

(Warning: Today's music selection is cursed, but ironically enough, the original song lyrics [English translation available in the image above] accurately describe what the end relationship will be between the reader and Sans.)

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Sans can listen in on the argument when the alarms cease. And if he's not mistaken, that's (Y/N)'s voice mixed in with the nurse in charge of him.

"Why aren't friends allowed to visit him?" she asks, sounding about as annoyed as she often did back when he still flirted around with her. "It was an emergency. He... He could've died waiting for a relative to get here!"

He hears Mettaton's voice intervene, followed by the nurse speaking up, a more gentler tone now present in his voice. "I apologize for the inconvenience, ma'am, but you never did tell me that you were his..."

"His what?"

"Fianceé."

There's a long, almost worrying period of silence, one where the skeleton wishes he was healthy enough to get up and see what was happening behind the closed curtains. The nurse tells her of the ring on her finger; the same one he'd confused at one point as her still being married, dating all the way back to the day he gave her a tour of the Underground. "That's..." He can hear her hesitate, though she continues with, "That was meant to be a secret, but yes. We're, um, we're dating."

"Alright," the nurse says. "I'll ask him to confirm this, and if he does, then you may pass through." He sighs. "I apologize for being so strict, but after these past three false emergencies, it's likely we're under watch and being sabotaged, so it's not favorable for anyone to have just any friend of the patient pass through." Sans hears the click of a pen before the man continues with, "How long have you been engaged?"

"...Two months?" the woman replies, sounding lost.

"His and your last name?"

"...Serif and... And (L/N)?"

"Any chil-"

"Why are we doing this?"

"Just answer my questions, ma'am."

He hears her let out a subtle huff as the man clicks his pen again. "Any children?"

"Frisk?" He has to hold back a laugh at how progressively confused her answers get. "N- Not biologically, though."

"So he's the stepfather?"

"Oh my God, I swear I-"

"Please answer the question, ma'am. Once more, I... sincerely apologize for intruding so much, but this will be over before you know it."

She sighs. "...Yes?"

"His brother's name?"

"Papyrus. Are we done now?"

"Only one question left."

"Thank goodness."

Sans doesn't hold back his laughter this time and lets it out through a soft, pained chuckle. He's curious to know what kind of expression she's making right now, yet he can only imagine it as he waits for the curtains to be drawn back. The pen clicks again and some furious scribbling can be heard, seemingly coming from the nurse's notepad, judging by his shadow's movements and posture.

"Since his brother is also under minor recovery, do you approve of mister Serif going under surgery, if the time comes to it? Although the alarm was false, his state is still rather... weak, and a cure has yet to show up, so we still require some sort of permission from a healthy relative in order to proceed with the surgery."