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The waiting room was not very crowded, so Sans stood in front of Sandy and Tony where they sat, forming a small, private circle to talk about what just happened.
"I'm already asking for the security camera footage, but we don't know if the person who dropped them is the same person who sent them-"
"there was no sender written on the box."
"That doesn't help..."
You awkwardly made your way back to the waiting room, trying your best not to limp after getting a tetanus shot.
Sans was the first to notice you.
"how're you feeling," he asked expectantly, looking at you with worried eyes, but not moving from his position.
You pursed your lips, just nodding your head.
"did the needle pierce you?" He asked quietly, his breath caught in his throat at the end.
He didn't know what truly happened to you. He only knew that all your cookies had needles inside.
Once he saw the blood on the ladies bathroom sink, he put two and two together.
"Just my tongue," you sniffed into your sleeve, avoiding eye contact with any of them. "But it'll heal. They can't give me stitches there, but it's not like the wound is that deep..."
"Does it hurt when you talk?" Tony asked as he stood up.
You just nodded.
Sans sheepishly walked towards you, grabbing the edge of your sleeve. "should we... go to the police or...?"
You visibly froze, humming at his suggestion.
No one knew how to interpret that.
"Since it happened inside the radio station premises, they should be the ones to file a report," Sandy intervened. "You can present whatever documents your doctor can provide and step back for a bit."
You nodded again, relieved that someone else was handling the mess.
Sans looked up at you with a worried expression, but you just avoided making eye contact with him.
"would you prefer if i drove instead?" Sans offered as he approached your car, your car keys already in hand.
You hummed in agreement.
He rushed over to the passenger door to open it for you.
You whined as you sat down, pursing your lips to avoid Sans hearing you.
Which he did.
"what's wrong?" He crouched for some reason. You guessed he wanted to be below your current eye level to appear less threatening.
Not that Sans was a threat, of course.
"I got the tetanus vaccine," you mumbled, looking down at your feet, "just to make sure I don't go septic in case the needle was rusty..."
Sans gulped, slowly standing back up before closing your door.
Your ride home was quiet. None of you attempted to speak, or even turn on the radio. You just focused on the road as Sans drove you home.
You eventually found yourself sitting on your couch, staring at the blank TV. You didn't really remember how you got there.
"do you want anything to eat?"
You shook your head.
"are you ok?" He softly placed his hand on top of yours.
You shook your head again.
"want me to hug you?"
You nodded, feeling your eyes swelling with tears.
Sans slowly placed his hand on your shoulder, pushing you towards his chest.
You started hyperventilating, your nose wrinkled against his sternum.
Sans wasn't good at comforting. He knew he wasn't. Other than making people laugh, and giving a couple of encouraging words, he would always flee when someone needed a shoulder to cry on.
"you can cry," he said softly, his voice cracking.
You attempted to nod against his chest, but his arms gripped you so tightly, you physically couldn't.
Sans pat your head as you quietly sobbed, his eyes focussed on your shaky shoulders.
There wasn't much he could say now to make you feel at ease. The only thing he could do was hold you for now.
And he did for hours, until your now more calmed breath made him feel at ease. That also helped him doze off, his arms still around you.
You slowly sat up when you felt your phone buzzing inside your pocket, carefully getting away from Sans. He was fast asleep, laying down on your couch with your face against his chest. He'd been holding you for hours, so it didn't surprise you to see him asleep.
You were glad you made him feel save enough to do that after everything that happened. You weren't the only one scared and traumatised by the experience.
You looked at your unread texts from Tony.
I'm sorry for bothering you at a time like this
But the police really need you here to give a statement
We already provided the paperwork from your hospital but it seems that not good enough
You can come by whenever you want, but Sandy and I need to get back to the station
Let us know if you need anything
You massaged your face, feeling the wrinkle marks on your face from Sans' t-shirt.
Which police station is it? The one near the radio station?
"Miss... (L/n)?"
You quickly stood up, walking over to the man calling your name at the front desk.
"Third door to the right," he scoffed, pointing at a busy corridor with a couple of police men chatting amongst eachother.
You nodded, promptly walking towards the door without looking at anybody in the eye.
The third door was ajar, so you could hear at least two people talking inside. You knocked on the door twice, making it creak slightly more open.
"Yes?" Someone called from inside.
"I'm (y/n) (l/n)..." You mumbled as you opened the door.
"Come in." A man in a police uniform pointed at a chair next to a table.
There was a woman already sitting next to it, wearing regular clothes, looking at a laptop while the man stood behind her.
You bowed your head as you sat in front of her.
"I'm the one investigating your alleged stalker. My name's Miranda Holmes," she said without looking at you, her eyes still focused on the screen.
You found her name funny, given the field she worked in.
"We've been reading all the comments in your videos before they were disabled," she clicked her tongue, "seems like there's quite a few hate comments targeting you."
You frowned, attempting to peek over her shoulder, so she moved the laptop so you could see them more clearly.
She's so annoying I wish they'd just fire her already
Can't she just shut up?
I hate the sound of her voice
Tell her to stop laughing ffs
I hate it when she interrupts him 🙄
Like this comment if you want her out of the show
The laptop was closed before you could read any further, making you blink in surprise. You'd been reading the comments without blinking at all, so you just realised how watery your eyes were despite that.
"Do you know of anyone who would want to attack you?"
You gulped, turning to look up at her. "Not... that I'm aware, no."
You considered your former best friend and your ex, but it was clear whoever did it was just a fan of Sans. It was clear since they sent him a larger amount of cookies- with no surprise inside.
No, that wasn't right. You shouldn't pin that on Sans. It's not his fault people hate you.
This was all on you.
Sans woke up by the sound of your keys on the front door keyhole. He didn't even realise you'd left until he realised you were walking back into your apartment.
"did i fall asleep?" He mumbled as he squinted his eye sockets open, slowly sitting up.
"Didn't mean to wake you up," you sniffed as you took your coat off.
"didn't mean to fall asleep," he said apologetically.
You walked over to the couch, avoiding looking at him.
"where'd you go?" He asked, patting the seat next to him.
You swallowed as you sat down, slowly exhaling.
Sans looked at you expectantly.
"I didn't know it'd gotten that bad." You admitted, your shoulders sagging.
"what do you mean?" He leaned forward to watch your face, but you kept turning it to the opposite side.
"The comments. I didn't know..." You shook your head, feeling your eyes watering again.
You'd already cried when you drove back to your apartment from the police station. You thought you'd stop by now.
Sans realised you must've spoken with someone who knew about them.
"that's why i was told to warn you..." He sighed.
"I thought you meant your crazy fan comments- I didn't know there were comments targeting me like that," you said as you felt your eyes crying again.
That would explain why you crushed him off when he tried to tell you about it.
"i thought you knew already by your reaction," he placed a hand on your thigh, "but it doesn't matter. it's just a hater-"
You pushed his hand away, making him close his mouth shut in surprise.
"I want to be alone now," you sniffed, "please."
He opened and closed his mouth, unsure if he should listen to you or...
What was he gonna do? Fight you about it?
"you sure?" He tilted his head, his eyes sad.
You nodded, your shoulders shaky.
He sighed as he stood up, seeing a glimpse of your face as you looked at him from the corner of your eye.
"call me if you need anything, ok?" He said as he massaged his neck. "no matter how late or early, just text me whenever you need me."
You nodded, feeling guilty for kicking him out of you house, but...
You really didn't want to be with him right then.
"Thank you..."
He teleported away, finally leaving you in the silence of your empty living room.
You didn't even feel like crying at this point. You just felt defeated.
Sans kept his eyes glued to his phone for the rest of the morning.
How could he fall asleep after everything that happened to you today?
He'd started to associate hugging and cuddling you with helping you sleep, so he couldn't help himself. But he knew you hated when he fell asleep while you couldn't.
After what you'd gone through, and he just left you to deal with the police and all that mess...
He also had a feeling you wouldn't be able to sleep for a while after that.
You ignored Sans' texts throughout the day, focusing on one of your puzzles instead. Your hands were shaky, despite knowing you were safe at home.
Right?
You just couldn't help it. Someone wanted you dead after all. All because you had a voice in your radio show.
Annoying. Spendable. Boring.
You licked your lips as you pulled out your phone. Sans had just sent you another text, but you pushed it to the side before even reading it.
You hesitated before writing the email. Maybe you should Google something before writing it, just to be more professional.
"How to write a resignation letter...?"
Sans was getting agitated as he watched the time. It was now 7 pm. Twelve hours since the incident happened, and you still hadn't answered any of his texts.
He knew he could teleport to your apartment, but given that you were literally in this position because of a stalker, he knew better than just dismissing your request to be alone like that.
He decided to text you one last time. He needed to say something that would actually push you to answer him this time.
There goes nothing.
i got a last minute patient from a bad accident and i really need you to help me out
He gulped as he looked at your chat. You were online, so he knew you might've seen the notification popping up at least.
please
He jumped when you slammed your apartment's door open. He was standing right next to it, but he really wasn't expecting to come out so fast.
Or to come out at all.
You were wearing a long scarf around your neck, and you were attempting to put on your coat while putting your keys inside your purse.
He stood still, waiting for you to notice him.
Eventually you turned around, jolting when you recognised him.
You two looked at eachother for a second in awkward silence.
You ran out to your apartment to help him out, so that meant you weren't mad at him.
That made him smile.
"I should've know you were lying when you said patient instead of client!" You groaned, closing your eyes in defeat.
"i didn't know how to make you pay attention to me," he started, taking a tentative step towards you.
You didn't retract.
"You've been texting me a lot," you mumbled as you put your keys inside the keyhole to open your front door again.
"are you calling me annoying?" He smiled, walking closer to you.
You could hear the sound of plastic shuffling as he got closer to you.
"What do you have there?" You squinted your eyes at him.
You sounded so... normal. He couldn't help his smile growing wider.
"just a couple of treats for you," he sighed. "can i come in?"
"You haven't even been out for a day..." You mumbled.
You wouldn't mind having him around though.
You walked in, leaving the door wide open behind. Sans followed you in, watching you as you took off your coat again.
"you know i get bored easily, so when you kicked me out-"
"I didn't kick you out..." You sat down on your couch.
"i bought this," he pulled out a dark box, a couple of candies falling on your lap too as he did.
"What's this?" You took it, eyeing it with curiosity.
"open it," he grinned, sitting next to you.
You slowly opened the box, your puzzled look turning into a surprised one.
"A... movie projector?" You blinked at it.
"you didn't buy it yet, did you?" He asked hopeful.
"I didn't..." You pulled the item out, ignoring the white pieces of foam falling onto the floor. "I'm surprised you even remembered..."
"are you calling me stupid?" He asked offended.
"No..." You looked at him, your eyes shiny, "I just..."
You told him about wanting a movie projector during your time with him at the hotel. You weren't sure if it was before or after the live shows, but it was before you two started getting involved nonetheless.
He listened to you.
"I'm... not annoying to you, am I?" You sniffed.
Sans' shoulders deflated as he smiled at you, grabbing the back of your neck and pushing you down towards him.
It took you a second to realise he was making you lay down, with your face resting on his thigh bones.
You let out a shaky sigh, both laughing and whining as he touched your face with the back of his hand.
"i'm sorry i let it get this far," he started, gently feeling your jaw with his thumb and index finger.
"Please don't," you grabbed his hand, looking up at him. "I really can't take any more pain today," you admitted, you voice quiet.
If he did any sort of physical therapy on you today, you were certain you would cry until your eyes dried out.
"course of habit," he chuckled, moving his hand up to your scalp.
"It's not your fault people hate me," you pursed your lips as you closed your eyes.
"i should've said something," he shook his head, ashamed, "when i was asked to do the show wether you agreed or not, or when sandy warned me about the hate comments- i knew you were always giving it your all and i was just going with it..."
"It's not your fault if you're charismatic and well liked."
"it is if i ignore the sort of people i attract," he sighed, making a fist on your head, grabbing a handful of your hair in the process.
"I don't blame you for what happened, for the record," you reached for his face with your hand.
He moved his head towards it, almost desperate to feel your touch. "you're too nice to me..."
"You bought me a movie projector," you giggled, "being nice it's the least I should do."
"you don't have to do anything," he looked down at you with heavy lidded eyes, kissing your palm, "you just need to take it easy."
You blushed, retreating your hand as you nodded.
Sans noticed you had your laptop sitting on top of a finished puzzle on your desk when he came into your room to instal your movie projector.
"Could we set it above the bed?"
"well, we definitely need to put it on the ceiling," he nodded.
"So it faces the wall? I wanted it to project on the ceiling."
"i'll make it face the upper part of that wall so you can see it while laying down," he waved at you dismissively, "it'll be comfier to watch from a laying position, and better for your neck."
You sighed, sitting down on your desk while you watched him drag the ladder into your bedroom.
"It was very thoughtful of you to buy me a gift after I kicked you out," you rested your chin on your folded arms over the back of your chair.
"you were overwhelmed... and i fell asleep on you while i should've been comforting you." Sans groaned as he drilled the ceiling.
"You comforted me though... I was just..."
"overwhelmed," Sans offered again.
"Yeah..."
"can i sleep here with you tonight?" He asked genuinely, focused on the task at hand while you watched him with tired eyes.
You opened and closed your mouth, uncertain. The times Sans stays over at your apartment, excluding accidentally long naps, have always been because you two had had sex.
And having sex wasn't something you felt like doing today.
Sans noticed your hesitation.
"i just want to keep you company," he came down the ladder, making eye contact with you. "i have a feeling it's going to be a long night for you."
He was probably right too.
You just gave him a sad look.
"i can't read minds," he sighed, sitting by the edge of your bed.
"I'm not... fun when I can't fall asleep."
You regretted your choice of words as soon as they left your mouth.
"you do understand i enjoyed your company before we became involved, right?" He tilted his head, giving you a condescending look.
"I'm just trying to say that I won't be in the mood to be... nice to you."
"i'll get over it," he rolled his eye dots, "you can even call me names if you want."
"I didn't mean it like that..."
"then what do you mean?" He asked patiently.
You pursed your lips, shrugging.
"you mean sex?"
You nodded.
He rolled his eye dots so far back into his skull they disappeared. "be serious. did you really think i would expect sex from you tonight after what happened just this morning?"
You hissed, feeling your shoulders tense up. "I just thought since you wanted to stay over-"
"i want to stay over because i don't want you to be alone after what happened."
"I'm safe here."
"still."
The sound of your stomach gurgling interrupted the silence before any of you could.
"have you eaten today?"
"Not since that cookie..." You cleared your throat.
"why don't i cook something for us today?" Sans said as he stood up, offering you a hand.
"You can cook?" You smiled as you accepted his hand to help you stand up as well.
"what do you think?" He winked at you.
"I think I'll eat anything you're willing to prepare..." You admitted.
"would you like some spaghetti?"
"I'd love some spaghetti."
After eating a giant plate of spaghetti with store bought tomato sauce, you found yourself in bed with Sans. He snuggled and cuddled you, trying to keep up a conversation with every new scene of 'Home Alone', but you could tell he was tired.
It was late, and the two of you were laying in bed, after all.
It didn't take long for him to start dozing off.
.
.
.
.
Sans stirred, slowly opening his eyes to look at your bedroom's wall where the DVD logo was moving around the wall.
You were watching it with heavy lidded eyes, your eyes swollen with tears.
"Did I wake you up?" You asked apologetically, not looking at him.
You'd been silently crying for quite a bit.
"have you slept at all?" He asked worried.
You shook your head.
"i bought some sleeping pills too," he sat up, reaching for his hoodie on the floor. "would you like to take one?"
"Sleeping pills?" You slowly sat up, watching him get dressed up and get out of the bed.
"they sell them without any prescription- i discovered it the other day at the pharmacy."
"Where are you going?" You asked as you watched him exit the room.
"i dropped them somewhere- just a second!"
You patiently waited for him in bed, but given how silent your apartment was, you guessed he'd teleported away.
You jumped when he opened your bedroom door. He was panting, holding a small purple box.
"Did you actually go out to buy those?"
"shhhhhh," he threw the box at the bed, taking off his hoodie again, "just take a couple and try to catch some sleep."
"Two?"
Sans groaned as he laid back down next to you. "the pharmacist said it's safe to take up to four, and i know it'll take more than one to knock you off."
"Fair," you chuffed, taking two of the pills out of the package and grabbing the glass of water on your nightstand.
"i didn't mean to fall asleep again," he said apologetically as he saw you taking the pills before drinking from your glass.
"It's fine," you brushed your upper lip with the back of your hand. "I wasn't expecting you to stay up with me all night."
Sans watched you as you laid back down, tucking you in before resting his skull on your shoulder.
"did you really think i only stay over because of the sex?"
You gulped loudly, hissing through your teeth. "I mean..."
"people like you, even if it's hard for you to believe," he slow blinked at you, but you didn't look at him.
"Allow me to doubt that," you chuffed.
"i'm not dismissing what happened to you today, but you do realise you have fans too, right?"
"There were..." you sniffed, a small, bitter smile on your lips, "so many hate comments..."
Sans closed his eyes, letting out a tired sigh.
He would've preferred it if you didn't read any of those. He himself had only seen a couple and his stomach turned.
"you were much better off before i came to the show."
"It's not you, it's me!"
"it is me, though!"
"How is it your fault that I'm annoying and expendable!?" You cried, covering your face with both hands.
Sans sat up, crossing his legs as he looked at you. "i guess i attract toxic people..."
You shook your head, trying to calm down.
"this wasn't happening to you while you worked with larry, remember?"
You did. You remembered the gifts, the people stopping you around town, and the calls. People would call because they wanted to talk to you specifically. Not Sans.
"it's not your fault people are jealous of you," he brushed your hand with his.
"Yeah..." You mumbled, your voice breaking.
"aren't you tired?" He laid back down next to you.
You turned to face him. "Yeah..."
"can i kiss you?"
You looked like you could use a kiss.
"Yeah..." You sniffed, pouting as you slowly approached him. "No tongue though..."
"making jokes already?" He chuffed, giving you a short, chaste kiss.
"I learned from the best."
Your woke up by the sound of your alarm, blindly reaching for your phone. Your hand was so slow and clumsy that Sans ended up grabbing your phone before you could.
"Sans?" You attempted to sit up, but your body was too heavy.
"we're not going to the station today," he pushed your forehead down, "plus, you took the pills just hours ago."
So that's why you felt so heavy.
"Right..." You mumbled, allowing your body to be pushed back down. "Shouldn't you go though?"
"why would i?"
You looked at him with a sad expression.
"what is it?" He blinked.
"I would really like you to go," you sniffed, "just like I continued going after Larry retired..."
"going to the station after what happened to you would be like rewarding whoever sent you those cookies-"
"And you not doing it would be like punishing the rest of your fans."
"our fans," he corrected you.
You closed your eyes and let out a long, exasperated sigh.
"I'm quitting the show, Sans."
It didn't surprise him to hear you say it. The calmed tone of your voice came as a surprise, though.
"i understand," he grabbed your hand, interlocking his fingers with yours.
"Please, don't quit too," you begged him, your voice almost desperate. "Please..."
"but..." He groaned, closing his eyes to avoid seeing you cry, "i only started doing the radio show because of you."
"Then don't end it- it'll be like you're carrying on the torch-"
"it's not like you're dead!" He scoffed.
"Please, don't make me go back there." You pleaded, your voice quiet and weak.
He slowly opened his eyes, only to find your pained expression.
You would be safer if you didn't go to the station anyway.
"do you really want me to keep the show going?"
You nodded.
"ok..." He sat up, taking his covers off and reaching for his hoodie.
"You can take my car..."
"i'll teleport," he said dismissively.
"That was always an option...?" You said surprised. "Then why come with me in my car every morning?"
"because i genuinely liked spending time with you," he looked at you over his shoulder, "even if you don't believe it."
You pouted, nodding at him.
He didn't really want to do this. He knew he wouldn't enjoy it- it would be like working a shitty job only to be paid with peanuts.
"will you listen to me while i do the show?" He asked quietly.
"Of course," you sniffed, "always will."
He smiled at that, but he didn't feel happy about it.
He always preferred to listen to you.
Sans arrived to the station with a couple of minutes to spare. It was the first time he arrived early without you driving him there.
He walked towards the booth, surprised to find a young guy sitting on your chair.
"Sans!" Sandy called from the sound room, "I was starting to doubt you would come..."
He walked inside, eyeing the mysterious guy in the booth through the glass. "and who's that?"
"The owner's son... As soon as we received (y/n)'s resignation letter he was forced on us in order to keep the show going," she sighed.
Sans blinked in surprise, ignoring how the guy was staring at him through the glass at this point. "when did she send the letter?"
"Last night," she pursed her lips.
"she probably did it when i feel asleep..." Sans mumbled.
"Sans," Tony called, walking into the room and closing the door. "Has Sandy told you about your new partner?"
"what's his name, again?" Sans asked tired.
"Adam." Sandy hummed as she massaged the bridge of her nose.
Sans nodded before looking at him through the glass, noticing how he diverted his eyes to avoid making eye contact.
Adam looked like a high schooler with a superiority complex, which was a weird vibe to get just by looking at him.
"i'll introduce myself then..."
You squinted your eyes at the brightest of your phone as you opened the radio app. Even though your mind was fully awake, your body wouldn't let you move from the bed, so using the radio app on your phone was your best option at the moment.
It was odd to listen to the radio at home instead of your car. You should probably start getting used to it, though.
"thank you for tuning in with us on this lovely morning."
You smiled at the sound of Sans' voice coming through your phone's speaker.
"this is the early bird catches the bone on key12 fm. i'm sans-"
"And I'm Adam, the new co-host."
You frowned at the unfamiliar voice. You didn't know they had another candidate lined up so soon after your sudden departure. Not that it surprised you to see that someone else was joining the show- you expected that. You just didn't expect it to happen so soon.
"someone's a little impatient," Sans chuckled.
"Didn't mean to interrupt, sorry."
"so, tell us a little bit about yourself, adam. i'm sure you like to talk about yourself."
What was that supposed to mean?
"I'm studying journalism on top of getting a minor in politics, so I thought this would be the perfect part time job for me."
"isn't your dad the owner of this company?" Sans chuckled.
"What does that have to do with anything?"
You groaned as you closed your eyes. You didn't want Sans to be petty to someone who had nothing to do with your departure.
"and you're a fan of the show, huh?"
"At times. It could be a little bit boring some days."
"i have to admit i can be a little annoying at times," Sans chuckled.
"Nah, not you."
You whined, anticipating some more slander towards yourself.
Sans' left eye socket twitched as he looked at Adam with a fake smile.
"Maybe you two should change the subject," Tony mumbled through the headsets.
"why don't we start taking calls?" Sans tilted his head, licking the back of his teeth. "i could really use some casual conversation."
"We can talk as much as you like." Adam shrugged.
"any calls?" Sans tapped his headset.
"Hi?"
"hello there."
"It's the first time I'm calling, but curiosity got the best of me- why is there a new member?"
"Didn't you hear the disclaimer before the show? The previous host quit."
Sans side eyed Adam.
"Oh, sorry! I tuned in a bit late so I didn't hear it..."
"do you miss her?"
"It's a bit soon to ask that, isn't it?" Adam gave him a look.
"I guess?" She chuckled, "I enjoyed her reactions to your constant puns."
"she appreciated my humour like no one else, so i delivered..." Sans sighed.
"We can talk about more serious stuff now, though."
"more serious stuff?" Sans raised a brow bone, looking at Adam with his mouth half open.
"Like politics and-"
"this is supposed to be a fun radio show, not a political one."
"I thought this was a safe space."
"for what?"
"You know, we're two men, having a space to speak our minds-"
"Um, I'm a woman..."
"So? No one invited you, you just bursted in."
Sans blinked at him, giving him the most puzzled look he could make. "do you think this is some right wing dude bro podcast or...?"
"It's not about left or right, you just have to admit this is better than talking with some chick!" He shrugged.
"... we've barely spoken to eachother, pal, what are you on about?"
"Sans, the caller hung up..." Tony sighed.
"Good," Adam stretched his arms. "Can we get someone else on the line please?"
Sans looked at Tony and Sandy through the glass, his mouth half open.
Tony kept massaging his temples while Sandy gave him an apologetic look. Their hands were tied after all.
"Come on- was her pussy so good you have to lie about her being entertaining?"
You couldn't believe how quickly the argument between Sans and Adam escalated. You didn't even want Sans to defend you at this point, you just wanted to stop listening to them.
"do you only see women as sexual objects?"
"Is it better to pretend they're funny?"
"she doesn't have to be funny- this show was supposed to be comforting for people who need to wake up early!"
"Pl-ease! Who would want to hear her talk about the weather and the traffic when you can listen to some real talk."
You cried as you reached for your phone to turn it off, but your hands were still clumsy.
"i would! i literally started listening to the show because of the laid back conversation!"
You dropped your phone on the floor with a loud thud. It had fallen behind your nightstand before you could even sit up to grab it properly.
"she has the most beautiful voice i've ever heard and she made me feel at ease when i didn't even wanna get out of bed!"
You pouted as Sans voice echoed against the walls of your bedroom, slowly getting out of bed to retrieve your phone.
"You'll get over her- she wasn't even that pretty."
Suddenly there was silence, followed by music being played without a warning. You guessed Sandy had something to do with it.
It didn't matter. The harm was done.
Sans took off his headset while looking at Sandy and Tony through the glass, standing up with a defeated look on his face.
He could still hear the music through the headphones resting on the table.
"i'm done," he put both hands up before looking at Adam. "and you're lucky there's a camera recording right now."
"What's that supposed to mean, dude?" He crossed his arms, trying and failing to make his thin arms look bigger.
Everyone jumped when Sans suddenly disappeared from the recording booth.
"I..." Tony blinked at the empty chair before looking at Sandy. "Did he just quit?"
"He did," she hummed.
"Hey!" Adam knocked on the glass, "get that bitch back here or I'll have your asses fired!" He demanded, his face blushed either from anger or embarrassment.
"Would you like some breakfast?" Tony asked nonchalantly, ignoring Adam knocking on the glass.
"Yeah..."
Sans pushed your half opened bedroom door all the way open before walking in, as quietly as his feet would allow him.
You were expecting him to arrive eventually, but you hoped to be able to sit up before he did.
"did you fall off the bed?" He asked calmly as he approached you.
You were laying down on the floor, facing the bed as you tried to reach for your phone. Somehow your phone had ended up under the bed instead of under the nightstand as you supposed, too far from your reach and you couldn't get back up.
The sound of music coming from under the bed gave away why you were on the floor without you needing to say it out loud, which was great because you were crying.
Sans grabbed your shoulders to help you sit up, noticing how you avoided looking at him.
"did you listen to the radio?" He asked as he sat down on the floor next to you.
You didn't answer him. You just let your phone fill the silence.
After an entire song, Sans spoke again.
"i just quit."
You slowly looked at him with wet eyelashes and sad eyes.
"i'm sorry that the show's over," he brushed the corner of your eyes with his thumbs.
You just pouted, letting out a shaky sigh.
"I guess I'll be the one addressing the elephant in the room..."
Both you and Sans looked at eachother with a puzzled expression.
"I'm not currently at the station, but I guess everyone can hear me through my phone just as well."
"who's that?" Sans asked confused.
"It's Larry," you swallowed.
"I was told (y/n) recently left the show after hosting it with me for years. Well, she left the new version of the show, whatever- the outcome is the same: you all screwed something you liked because of... I don't know, jealousy?"
You almost talked back, as if Larry would hear you in the other end. You hadn't even retrieved your phone yet.
Sans grabbed your hand as the two of you listened.
"I know what it's like to be a woman and to expose yourself like that to an audience. It's not easy, and people can be real cunts about it. I should know, I was treated as a woman once."
You rested your head on Sans' shoulder as he blinked in surprise.
"i didn't know larry was trans," he hummed.
You hummed back. You had a feeling he was, but never really asked him.
"I guess you guys will have to put up with that nepo-baby after I'm done with my little monologue... Don't worry, I'm almost done. I have many naps to take after all."
"i like larry."
"Everyone does," you sniffed.
"I was the one who convinced (y/n) to join the show. I had been working with a couple of people before but none really matched my energy as well as her- she was just a ray of sunshine on a rainy day, you know? The audience loved her too. It took me a long time to convince her to stay permanently."
Sans hoped Larry's words were getting to you since he knew if he told you with the exact same words, you wouldn't listen to him.
He interlocked his fingers with yours as Larry kept talking.
"I was glad to hear she and Sans were carrying the torch with a new show. Knowing how funny Sans was and how well they connected, I knew it would be a hit. Come to find out, everyone started hating her. For what? The fame? Having Sans working with her? She's the one who convinced him to stay from what I've been told."
Sans started patting your head as he felt you weeping on his shoulder.
He hated seeing you cry.
"If it weren't for her, you would've never heard of Sans at all. And now that you managed to kick her out he walked out too. Figures!" Larry chuckled.
"You don't have to quit for me," you said suddenly, making Sans chuckle and shake his head.
"Anyway... (Y/n), if you're listening to this; take care and fuck these people. I saw potential in you, and I'm rarely wrong. Let me know if you need anything from me."
You started grabbing onto Sans' arm as you cried, trying to stay as quiet as possible.
"i don't even wanna wake up that early if it isn't to chat with you," he sniffed.
He wasn't crying, was he?
"Sans..." You called him, your voice breaking as you reached for his face with your hand.
He wasn't crying, which made you sigh in relief.
But he looked sad.
"Are you hungry?" You pouted as you watched him smile again.
"there's leftover spaghetti."
"Spaghetti for breakfast?" You chuffed, trying to stand up, but failing.
"those pills really messed you up..." He groaned as he stood up, helping you by grabbing your arms and pulling.
"I told you-" you groaned too as you finally stood up. "They make my body tired but my mind stays awake."
"what's the alternative?"
"Not sleeping," you hummed.
"then so be it." He stretched his arms as he walked out of your room.
You followed him, leaving your phone playing music under your bed.
"What?" You put down your fork as you noticed Sans staring at you. "Do I have something on my face?"
Sans put his phone down on the table as he grabbed his napkin and wiped your chin.
"Oh," you smiled.
"sandy and tony have been fired," he said dryly, his eyes focussed on your lips as your smile dropped.
"What?"
"it's that nepo-baby's fault," Sans clicked his tongue, leaning back on his chair.
"So the show really is over..." You mumbled. "I hope they find a job soon."
You knew the other radio shows at the station wouldn't cut a proper salary for them.
"they will," he leaned back on the table to grab your hand.
"It's so unfair," you frowned, looking down at his hand. "Whoever started this won't face any consequences and we all are miserable..."
"i'm not miserable," he grinned.
"It's just not fair..." You shook your head, "and I need to find another part time job on top of everything..."
"you can work as a receptionist at my clinic."
"You never pay me!" you rolled your eyes.
"i don't think that power dynamic would do us any good..."
"I'm just saying-" you stopped suddenly, looking down at your empty plate.
"are you ok?"
"I think i might have an idea..." You felt Sans gripping your hand tighter, "but i don't know if you'll like it."
"i'm all ears," he shrugged.
"I'm not a fan of these pillows," you complained as you punched one of them before laying back down. "How can you fall asleep on these?"
"oh no, the person with chronic insomnia can't fall asleep on her brand new pillo-" he grunted as the pillow you threw at him hit him right in the face.
"Moving in with you was a massive mistake," you scratched your scalp as you closed your eyes.
"it's not my fault you have so much baggage!" He hit you back with another pillow.
"Your puns are getting worse and worse by the minute," you squinted your eyes as you pointed at him.
Sans gasped, placing both hands on his chest. "you wound me..."
"These pillows wound me!" You giggled. "We should buy new ones..."
"we can go to the mall tomorrow," he leaned on your shoulder as he laid down. "we could buy some new pots too."
"I don't know how you managed to burn all the pans and pots in two days."
"i just followed my brother's recipes. you know i'm meticulous about that."
"Do the recipes really say you need to burn the kitchen?"
"yup."
You processed his short answer for a second before laughing out loud, making his head shake with your whole body.
"I do like his oatmeal recipe though."
"the dinosaur eggs one?" He looked at you. "have you been reading the recipe book?"
"Yeah," you shrugged, "maybe you should look into publishing it."
"nah, let's keep it as a family recipe book. secretive and mysterious." He yawned, "i might write a book myself, though."
"Really?" You grabbed his face to see him better, "are you lying to me right now?"
"i'm not," he shrugged.
"What do you wanna write about?" You asked out of politeness, expecting him to rant about astronomy.
"an erotic novel."
The room fell silent as soon as he said that.
"it's about two pirates who are enemies and they're hunting the same whale- i got the inspo for whale from you, because you like them so much- then they get stranded on the same deserted island, they end up fighting about coconuts, then a monkey then deceives them to kiss eachother..."
It took you ten full seconds to blink and turn around, leaving him facing your back.
"what?" He leaned his chin on your shoulder, "you don't like the idea?"
"I want to sleep, Sans."
"oooh, now you wanna sleep?"
"You're not gonna write a whole novel anyway, why do I even listen to you?" You chuffed.
"people like to listen to me, did you know that?" He asked teasingly.
"So I've heard," you rolled your eyes, a big smile on your face.
"is there anything else you would like to talk about?"
You slowly turned around to look at him again, slowly blinking at him.
"are you really falling asleep?"
"Am I ever?" You sighed.
"we could play some asmr- now that we've got these awesome undertone headphones that make you feel like your brain is being tickled."
"They are really good actually," you chuckled, "thanks UnderTone for sponsoring us."
"the noise cancelling works wonders by the way," Sans hummed. "we should buy our neighbours some to cope with (y/n)'s snoring every other night."
"I DO NOT SNORE?" You pushed him away, making him chuckle.
"do you want me to keep the mic on tonight?" He asked teasingly, moving the mic hanging above the bed closer to you.
"ABSOLUTELY NOT- Sandy, edit that part out!"
"no! in fact i'll send you some recordings to add at the end of the episode so people can experience-" you started throwing pillows at him, but somehow he dodged them without getting out of the bed, "what it feels like to sleep next to a self proclaimed insomniac that sleeps like a log!" He groaned when you finally hit him dead on with an alien plushie.
You cleared your throat before moving the mic closer to you. "Thanks to our producer and our editor for making this podcast possible," you smacked the side of Sans' skull before he could tackle you. "We'll be back whenever we can't fall asleep."
"probably tomorrow," Sans mumbled as he retrieved the alien plushie from the floor, putting it down on his nightstand.
"Yeah, probably tomorrow," you chuffed, slowly laying down.
"have a good night everyone!" Sans changed as he body slammed the bed to lay down next to you.
You stretched your arm to stop the recording by simply pressing a key on your laptop resting on your nightstand, while Sans lazily pushed the mic away.
Installing it right above the bed headboard was a smart move on his part. It didn't take you long to forget it was even there. After all, you were just chatting with Sans: no cameras and no eyes on either of you.
You adjusted the bedsheets and covers over Sans, since it seemed like he was too tired to do it.
"Do I really snore while I'm asleep?" You pouted, resting a hand over his now tucked in chest.
Sans grinned, closing his eyes as he crossed his arms behind his head. "it's like a tiny, quiet whistle."
"I don't so it on purpose," you got closer to him, nesting your face in the hollow of his neck. "I can start buying some nose straps or something if-"
"it doesn't bother me," he brushed his chin against your forehead before kissing your head, "if anything, it gives me peace to know you're sleeping."
"Don't lie," you closed your eyes. "No one likes to hear me snoring."
"stop overthinking," he chuckled.
"Stop telling puns," you closed your eyes as you cupped the side of his skull, gently scratching him with your nails.
"stop singing every time we watch a musical," he moved his head, urging you to scratch him all over his face.
"Are you joking or do you really want me to stop doing that?" You asked suspicious, stopping your repeated motions on his face.
"stop petting me..." He said as he put his hand over yours, forcing you to scratch him again.
"Thought as much," you chuffed.
"i heard grillby's doing karaoke nights again," Sans sighed as he put your hand back on his chest. "the best singer gets a week worth of burgers and fries."
"Can we participate as a duo?"
"definitely," his smile grew wider. "i can already taste those fries."
"Hopefully he'll charge your for the ketchup," you chuffed. "Which song would you like to sing?"
"never gonna give you up, by rick astley?" He hummed as he tugged a strand of hair behind your ear.
You didn't react to what he just said. He didn't mind, he could tell you were already dozing off. The way your breathing was becoming more and more quiet before falling asleep gave it away. You'd start 'whistling' soon enough.
It was a weird pattern, but he'd learned it at this point.
He closed his eyes too, letting out a quiet, relaxed sigh before his phone buzzed. He cracked one eye socket open, making sure it didn't disturb you.
It hadn't. You were fast asleep.
He reached for his phone, reading the email he'd just received. It seemed like Tony had sent him several brands that were interested in sponsoring a couple of episodes.
It didn't surprise him to see how competitive some brands were getting. The podcast was definitely getting much more traction than any of you anticipated. It gave Tony and Sandy a new job after the radio station fiasco, and it also granted you some peace of mind about your bills.
Surprisingly enough, you were the one who suggested doing a podcast. Comments or any sort of image recording were off the table from the get go, of course, but other than that, it felt like you were back in the station... just wearing pajamas while doing it.
Sans had offered several titles for the podcast, his favourite being Two night owls who bone, but you shot it down pretty fast. For now, the podcast was titled Pillow talk, but you weren't against the idea of changing it later on.
As soon as the podcast started it got a lot of traction. Sponsors were fighting to get a spot, but thankfully Tony took care of that. Sandy would scramble all your rambling and make an interesting, but laid back episode every other day.
Money was coming in for all of you, so you were all happy with it so far.
"there it is," he clicked his tongue as he heard your nose whistling, "music to my nonexistent ears," he whispered, resting the side of his skull against the top of your head.
...
He very carefully moved your head away from his shoulder, reaching for your laptop to start recording again.
"hopefully, she'll find this funny in the morning," he whispered into the mic before turning it towards your nose, recording your quiet high-pitched snore.