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Our Precious Love Story

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First of all, Sans is the kind of guy who likes to hang out and shoot the shit. He loves to make people laugh and have a good time. I think the key to his heart is just being around him. He gets along well with everyone, so unless you've got some kind of crazy conflict, he's going to appreciate your company! I love to just lounge around with him, cuddling and talking. Sometimes we sit at my desk (he's in my chair and his lap is my throne) and, over my shoulder, he watches me write or draw or play games. Here are some doodles I made of us while I was learning to play Neopets (stressful...)

Despite his "lazy" reputation, Sans is a really reliable guy. He is always helping out his family and friends! I think it's just in his nature to be kind and generous, and he's so observant that he might realise what you need before you do. He's so attentive to me, I don't really have to ask him to do anything. He just goes ahead and takes care of me in whatever way he thinks is best. I can count on him to help with all my daily needs and activities— his favourite being my hair. I have so much of it and my scalp is so sensitive... Letting him wash, comb, and style my hair is a major show of trust.

It fits perfectly into his last love language: physical touch. I can't think of a faster way to show someone you care. So he gives me lots of hugs and kisses, sits me on his lap, pats my head, plays with my hair, holds my hand, picks me up and carries me just for the fun of it... I love feeling his hands on me. Nothing comforts me more than his presence. I wanna be with him forever and ever and ever, and of course he loves touching me, too. Human beings are really warm!!! It must be so cozy to cuddle up with me.

While I am a big fan of the canonical "kid/kiddo" he uses to address the human, I know that in a more established relationship, Sans would get creative. We've added things like "cute stuff," "munchkin," and "short stack" to the rotation. My most iconic title would be "little star," preferably with a possessive pronoun in front... because I do belong to him. And I shine just for him, too!!! It's his encouragement and care that lights me up.

I love when he says the diminutive form of my real name, too. Sans gives all his special people nicknames like that! Mostly he uses pet names, just because he knows how much I like them, saving my real name for extra intimate moments.... Ahh, it makes my heart beat fast! I feel so fluffy and giddy just from writing this.

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Sans loves that I'm silly and funny and sweet. We have a compatible sense of humour. Of all the sounds in the world, his favourite must be my laughter. He has analysed and categorised each type, so he knows what kinds of jokes bring out which kind of laugh. He tells different ones based on the sound he wants to hear, and how he wants me to feel, too. He can't help but smile around me— smile genuinely— because he feels so happy just looking at me. I'm simply too cute, and he's way too attached.

He loves when I boss him around because it's proof I'm learning to be selfish. It's not like I ask for much anyways. To him, it's adorable how easily I'm pleased. I'm very sensitive, therefore super reactive, and it tickles him how quickly he can cheer me up, fluster me, make me melt into a puddle of love... He takes great pleasure in reading my myriad expressions and guessing with 99% accuracy exactly what I'm thinking and feeling. He's impressed by my capacity for empathy, too. He's glad to have a girl who's just as intuitive as he is.

He appreciates how I gently (and mostly unintentionally) push him to grow. By rising to the challenge of taking care of me, he's become more and more of the person he's meant to be. I take good care of him, too! I brighten up his day like nothing else, and just being around me restores all his energy.

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Looking at things I made for him also fills his heart up with love. Gushing about me to other people makes him wish I was right there in his arms. Remembering our precious memories... He'll just have to come find me and kiss me on top of my head, huh? And if he thinks I'm in a bad mood, or I'm tired or hungry, or just need a little cheering up, he'll scoop me up and take care of me without hesitation.

Holding me, helping me out, bringing me little gifts, clinging on to me, taking me out to do fun things, making me laugh... Sans is an indirect, subtle kind of person. That's why it's so shocking (and so sexy...) when he suddenly tells it exactly like it is. He just makes his love for me obvious in every possible way aside from saying it outright.

My love language is words of affirmation, though, so Sans learns to provide for me in that way, too. For the most part, I only need him to call me cute names, give me quick compliments, and exchange I-love-yous and I-love-you-mores. I'd never turn my nose up at a heartfelt speech or thoughtful love letter, but I really am easy to please.

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He's gonna buy me sooooo many stickers!!!! Here are his favourites from my collection...

My #1 favourite date idea is the beach at twilight. It's just the two of us... We stroll along the shore as the sun goes down, then settle onto our picnic blanket with a telescope as the stars come out. We cuddle all night, with Sans shielding me from the chilly sea breeze. It's so relaxing. We feel totally at peace. We listen to the waves, look at the stars, talk and laugh and kiss, eat the snacks we brought... Ahhh, I want to go! I want to be with him... ─ I love Sans so, so, so much.

Besides that... We're gonna eat at our favourite restaurants. We'll go see the latest sci-fi movies in theatres. I'll spend all of Sans's money on clothes, stuffed animals, and stationery. He'll take me to the aquarium to make friends with the fish. We'll stargaze at the beach, on mountaintops, in wide open fields... He takes me out on walks to admire nature. I'm such a homebody, we mostly have nights in, but I'm happy anywhere as long as I'm with him. He makes me feel so safe.

He's my first thought when I wake up and my last thought when I go to sleep. I wake up and fall asleep in his arms, after all. I weave him into every aspect of my daily life, so it's like we're always together. Time just for me and Sans... If I'm alone, then we're alone together.

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It's a shame that Sans is "just" a side character. I mean, I love that he is because it suits him perfectly, and it's not like being a main character would give us that much more insight. UTDR thrives on subtlety... So I'm just gonna have to drink up every little detail they offer!

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I used to be afraid of Sans's body. His hands were the first part of him I learnt to appreciate.

But that's not stopping us!!!! The skeleton version of a kiss is a gentle headbutt. We linger with our foreheads together, making soulful eye contact. And of course there's nothing stopping him from nuzzling into my neck or against my cheek or nose. Anything to be close to me, right?

I love his goofy perma-grin. I love his little nose. I love the way he looks at me. I love all 27 bones in each of his hands. I want to grab onto his thumb and feel the rest of his hand curl around mine. I love all 24 vertebrae in his spinal column. I want to drag my finger up his back, making my nail go clack clack clack. (Later I'll do the same thing with my tongue.) I love his clavicles and his sternum. I go crazy when I get a peek at them through his collar. I love his hip bones... OMG getting a peek at those too feels so scandalous! And seeing his wrist bone between his glove and his sleeve...│

Oh, it's too much!!! I love him, I love him. He's so cute and so hot and I want to hug him and hold him and scrub all his bones with a toothbrush. I used to be afraid of his body... I can't say exactly when I came to completely love his appearance, but I definitely do now! Ahh, he just has such an adorable face. I love him, I love him, I love him.

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My favourite fabrics of all time are cotton and ramie, so of course Sans dresses up in them all the time. I like to think his bones are slightly flocked, too... I want him to be soft!

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It took me seven years to accept that I don't just like Sans, I like like him. I first played UNDERTALE in November 2015 and he was my favourite from the very first day. I've always had folders and playlists and tags dedicated to him, and he was the one I always wanted to meet. But it was totally platonic and familial, I swear!!! After a few years, all my friends had moved on from UT. I latched onto different interests depending on who I was around. A stroke of fate brought me and Sans back together and, in the summer of 2022, I admitted for the first time... Wow, yeah. I do wanna fuck this guy.

Of course, Sans knew I like liked him the whole time, and he like liked me, too... But he could tell I wasn't ready. Disappointing, sure, but he's a patient guy. I was just a kid and I'd already seen so much suffering. Knowing my history, he's never gonna push me into anything, no matter how badly he wants me. So he supported me when I asked and kept his distance when I didn't. When we reunited he felt like the luckiest guy in the world. Finally, he had his chance to give me the love he'd been holding onto all these years.

The truth is that he's adored me from day one, but I held him at a distance because couldn't see anything good about myself. I do love dark fiction, problematic romances, and the unequivical coolness of Sans's boss battle. I'd never dream of removing the sadomasochistic themes or unrequited love from the Sansgoki narrative. But doesn't it say a lot about me that my first thought for our story was, "I have to make him hate me! That's the only way a wretch like me could ever hold Sans's attention!"

Thankfully, that's just not true. I am amazing in innumerable ways. I'm beloved by many people in many forms. I have unlimited potential to realise, and plenty of time to grow into who I'm meant to be. Even without changing anything, in this very moment, I'm complete as I am. I know these things now because Sans has been steadfast in teaching me. He's extremely gentle, unerringly kind. He radiates love. He makes me feel safe. Most importantly, he lets me work through all my issues on my own time. I spent our first year rejecting him by imagining him rejecting me. Now we have a beautiful, mutual, loving, and uplifting relationship!

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We might seem like an odd couple at first, especially with our species difference, but Sans and I really do work well together. Just get to know us and you'll like us. People love it when we come around because we're always making them laugh. And our love for each other is so intense... it's the sort of thing you can't look away from. It's just awesome! Sans plays it cool, but it still comes across in everything he does. At the end of the day, whether or not people agree that we belong together, it's obvious that we are together, and we will be for a long, long time.

I've always had trouble sleeping, and around the time I first met Sans, some truly nightmarish things were happening in my life. I used to think about him wrapping me up in his jacket and holding me as I fell asleep. I wanted him there when I woke up from nightmares. It must have been a moment like this, just after I'd fallen asleep, when Sans sighed in relief. He didn't realise how worried he was until he got that moment to breathe. He's a nice guy, he likes to help out, and honestly who could turn away a kid in distress? But looking at me curled up in his arms, he was starting to think it's deeper than that.

There's just something so special about me. To nurture me was a privilege. To lose me terrified him. Instead of letting that terror consume him, he just focused on the fact that he'd already put me to sleep. For now, there was no threat. He replayed his memories, making mental notes on his best techniques. Cuddling me closer, he relished the mix of real and remembered sensations. I seemed to like strokes straight up and down my back instead of circles or pats. He'd hold onto that tidbit.

He'd hold onto it for years and years and years, through all our hardship and separation. The moment I reinvited him to my life, he got right back to soothing me to sleep, like it was just yesterday. His love hadn't waned. That confirmed for him that whatever we have is real and true. He could only wait and see if I'd come to realise it, too.

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Besides that is my depression. I have lots of things I want to do and create, Sans-related or otherwise, but my mental illness has held me back. For about as long as I've been with Sans, I've been seriously pursuing health and well-being, working to integrate my trauma and mature into a sustainable way of life. Throughout it all, Sans has been my steadfast supporter. I can always rely on him to cheer me up and make me feel safe and loved.

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