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voidandabyssal · 5 months

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Stardew Valley Sans x reader!

just a little stardew valley au I've been sitting on for a while, thought I'd share

The bus rumbled with life as it bumbled over the dirt path. The engine purring as it guzzled down gas on the hot spring day. You sighed, leaning your head against the window with your arms wrapped around your suitcase. The sun shone through the fluffy clouds and little rabbits and birds sprung up from the trees in the distant forest; moving about their daily life.

You were the only one on the bus, not counting the bus driver, who occasionally spared you a few strange looks every now and then. No one came out this far, well, at the very least humans never did. You let out a tired sigh as the bus driver sent you another concerned look. Her lips pursed with curiosity, you could tell she wanted to talk.

The long dirt path eventually came to a stop, a rusted bus sign signalling the end of your journey. Thank the stars. You weren’t sure you could put up with her staring anymore. You stumbled out of your seat, struggling to drag your old suitcase down the rickety bus steps.

The bus turns and drives away without a moment's notice. Barely giving you enough time to even breath in your first breath of fresh air in hours. A dusty old bench lines the bus stop with a rusty sign hanging over it.

“Stardew Valley” it says. A delightful little farming community surrounded by acres upon acres of fertile farming ground, lucious rivers, and a large and ancient forest. Your grandfather had lived here all his life, raised your mother here too. He was a farmer and had been relatively successful at it too. “Moondrop Farm” is what he had called it. He used to regale you with stories of how he obtained the land, how he had travelled through the old mines battling slimes and bats until he found a small slip of paper that turned out to be a deed to a large plot of land right outside the town.

You smiled at the memory of your younger self, giggling and falling over with excitement when grandpa began his nighttime stories. You had spent many summers here as a child, only stopping once your grandfather became too ill to manage his little farm and had to be left at the hospital.

You were only twelve when he died, and it seemed like the world shuddered to a halt when he did. You breathed a heavy sigh as your feet finally met cobblestone paths. He had willed Moondrop Farm to you when he died, much to the displeasure of your older cousins.

“Come here when the pressures of life become too much,” he had hoarsely whispered to you as his heart monitor beeped loudly in the background; your mothers sobs echoing out from the hallway.

Now here you were, finally in the town of Stardew Valley. People, no Monsters, turned to look at you oddly as you passed by, determined to find the inn of this village.

A few years ago Mt Ebott had burst open, letting hundreds of thousands of Monsters escape from their stony prison. Many had ended up setting up shop in small communities like Stardew. Away from the big cities, where dangerous Monsterphobic protests were common.

You scanned the town centre. No one you recognised, none of the familiar summer friends or shopkeepers remained. You would have been more disappointed, though you somewhat expected this. Most humans had abandoned their homes when Monsters first came down, most never returned.

Ah well, at least it gave Monsters the opportunity to build their own 100% Monster communities. At least until you move in that is.

Beds of flowers line the stone path, small pop up shops selling magical odds and ends. You send a few friendly waves to the passersby, suitcase clinking as it rolls over the stones. Soon you stumble across the inn. Warm and built with wood from the nearby forest. Puffs of smoke rise out of the chimney. You tilt your head, wouldn’t it be hot? You enter anyway, looking to finally relax after a long day's worth of travel.

“Welcome to the Snowed Inn! How can I help?” a Bunny Monster perks up as you enter, her long fluffy ears twitching at the sound. She leans forward, taking you in as she does.

“Yeah, I just need a room for one night” you answer back. She nods, bouncing on her feet as she quickly moves to retrieve the small door key off the hook. The inn emanated comfort. Thick, colourful rugs decorated the walls and large windows with small pots of plants growing provided needed greenery and fresh air. Small couches squared away to the sides with wood coffee tables let guests sit comfortably as they awaited their next activity.

“So, anything fun to do around here?” you ask, the rabbits eyes twinkled with excitement, literally, you’re pretty sure you saw a few stars form in her eyes.

“Totally! There’s Grillbys, the theatre oh or you could wander through the forest. Apparently there’s some creepy old wizard deep in it” she giggles, covering her mouth with her hand. You can’t help but smile along with her antics.

“I’ll try and check all those things out, thanks” you wave goodbye to her as you walk down the small hallway. Old oil paintings decorate the wall, each depicting a familiar scene of the town. Occasional doors would disrupt the pattern of paintings. Old oak doors with old rusted door knobs. ‘005’ the number plate on your door glints in the overhead light, despite the age and clear lack of care.

The inn had seen better days that was for sure. You remembered when you were a child and ol’ Gus would be manning the front desk, handing out small lollies for you and the rest of the children. A smile always graced his chubby, tanned face.

It didn’t surprise you to see that Monsters had taken over the inn. He’d probably packed his bags and moved over to greener pastures when all that tourist revenue dried up. Turns out, more people were scared of Monsters than curious of them.

The large, fluffy bed welcomed you. Your tired feet sway as you fall face first into the bed, slipping your shoes off and throwing them across the room. Your suitcase lies abandoned on the wood floor.

You drape the blankets over you, even with the hot dry day outside, you can’t help but snuggle under the blankets. Sleep catches you quicker than you expect. Darkness pulling at the edges of your vision and the soft pillows letting you nod off. The ride here had been tenuous and bumpy. You’d almost gotten off at the wrong stop, multiple times.

You glance over to your suitcase, the small torn and worn letter that held your future was carefully tucked away there. The small deed gave you the promise of the farm and all that was on it to you. It had been years since grandpa had died, you hoped the farm wasn’t too bad. You groaned, cursing your impulsiveness. You should have checked if the farm was even liveable! Ah well, that would be a problem for tomorrow's you.

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The ringing of your alarm sends you jolting upright, curses falling from your mouth as you smash down onto the snooze button.

“Five more minutes” you mumble, digging your head further into the pillow. Five minutes go by and your alarm sets off again, this time you get out of bed and trudge over to your suitcase. Throwing on an old pair of pants and a shirt, something you didn’t care about if it got dirty.

You waved good morning to the bunny receptionist, luggage trailing behind you as you walked out the door and followed the stone path. Not many people populated the street, it makes sense, it’s some ungodly hour in the morning. You're still tired, rubbing at your sleepy eyes.

Finally the small town buildings disappear and a long dirt path leads you to your destination. Tall dense trees dot the landscape and you even spot a large lake deeper into the woods. You grin at the memories of that lake, stars the size of the fish in there! You hoped it was all still there.

You sighed with relief when your grandfather's cabin finally appeared from the distance. Yeesh, maybe you should have checked it over. Vines spread over the outside walls, twisting and curling and pulling the wood apart. Spiders webs hung along the patio and broken glass dusted the floor of it. Looks like someone threw a rock through one of the windows. A small bird's nest had been built along the sharp edges of the window.

“Please have nothing gross inside, Please have nothing gross inside!” you whispered as you tugged on the door.

SNAP!

Shit, the handle fell off…the handle fell off!

You stare down indignantly as your hand holds the now broken off door knob. The door swings open, revealing split floor boards, cobwebs and a dinky little bed shoved into the corner of the room. You don’t even try to explore the rest of the house. The upstairs and downstairs floors seem completely rotten and there was no way you could afford a broken leg. Not with so much to do.

You turn back outside grabbing the small bag of seeds from your suitcase as you do. Parsnips, perfect for a beginner farmer. Easy to grow, don’t need a lot of attention and people like them!

You wander to the old and crumbling greenhouse. You don’t even bother giving it an inspection, you can already guess the repairs will be extensive, right now you just need your grandfather's old tools. Aha! The rusty old hoe lies on the ground, alongside all his other tools. Watering can, pickaxe, axe, scythe, and most importantly, his trusty stone sword.

You remembered when he used to toss that sword to you and pretend to be some great big slime and would chase you about his cabin, roaring and laughing all the way. Your heart warms at the tender memory.

Stars you missed him. He always knew what to say, what to do, and how to move forward. You could never, too awkward for your own good.

With that being said; the dirt is tilled, the seeds are planted and watered and only a few hours have passed by!

You look on, proud of your small garden. It wasn’t much, but it was honest work.

The sun starts to dip from the sky, beautiful hazes of purple and blue colour the sky, signalling dusk. Your eyes were caught by the heavy puffs of smoke that flew into the sky.

You didn’t know you had neighbours. They must be knew, when grandpa worked the farm it was only himself around for miles.

Your stomach growled and tightened with hunger. Ugh, maybe they’d show some of that famous Stardew hospitality and invite you for dinner. You really didn’t want to walk all the way back to town for dinner.

You followed the smoke, catching the scent on the wind and traipsing down the dusty path.

Soon the neighbours' farm came into view. Luscious fruit trees grown in perfect lines and organised by type, barns and coops filled with the whooping of animals and rows upon rows of growing fruit and vegetables. Fat bees fluttered around the wildflowers, fluttering back to the busy bee hives.

Your jaw dropped. This looked like it took years of hard work and dedication. Stars you weren’t even sure your grandfather was this organised.

The homestead was even more spectacular. Tall and warm it was practically a mansion with how big it was. Though tastefully so, in a rustic, homely type way. The top level had a small balcony people could walk out on and beautiful glass stained windows lined the wooden walls.

Bile of shame rose to your throat as you raised your hand to knock on the door. How could you ever compete with people like this?! Maybe you should just go home, throw in the towel before you have a chance to be proven wrong.

“HELLO HUMAN! WHAT ARE YOU DOING ALL THE WAY OUT HERE?!” you screech out terrified, jumping back and nearly falling down the entrance stairs. A tall, skinny skeleton with a floppy straw hat looks down on you, his brow bone raised questioningly.

You fluster out a response, stumbling over your words and completely failing to hide it, “uh, well I’m your new neighbour! I-uh I just moved in and I thought I should introduce myself” you raise your shaking hand out in greeting. The skeleton theatrically gasps and grasps your hand tightly, shaking vigorously.

“I AM THE GREAT PAPYRUS! I’M GLAD YOU’VE FINALLY COME DOWN! COME IN! COME IN! I WAS JUST ABOUT TO SERVE MY FAMOUS SPAGHETTI!” you are urged in by Papyrus, his hand pressing warmly against your back. The delicious smell of food makes your stomach grumble in protest. You flush as you try to ignore the hunger in your belly, as well as the exhaustion nipping at your eyelids.

Papyrus escorts you into his living room, talking loudly all the way there. Though you're too focused on your hunger to really pay attention to him.

“NOW! WAIT HERE HUMAN, THE FOOD SHOULD BE READY SOON. SANS! COME MEET OUR NEIGHBOUR!”

“Comin’ bro” a much quieter but deeper voice announces. You let out a quiet screech as a smaller skeleton appears next to you on the couch. This skeleton was much closer to you in height and much bigger than his brother. He looked round and soft, which shouldn’t really be possible considering he was only made of bone. Your face flushed an even deeper red as your eyes followed down to his arms. Completely bone, but much thicker than a humans. You pondered if his bones worked like muscles? Either way you couldn’t keep your eyes off them

“Heya kiddo, whatcha leafing at?” he snickered at his own pun, Papyrus groaned loudly from the kitchen.

“N-nothing!” you stumbled out, body tensing with embarrassment as you shifted further down the couch. The thick skeleton moved down with you. You turned your face to the wall, trying desperately to hide the heavy blush that had doomed you.

“Hehe, names Sans, Sans the Skeleton” he offers his hand, grinning widely as you shake it.

“I’m the new farmer at Moondrop Farm. I thought I should meet the neighbours. Since we’re, yanno, the only ones out here” well at the very least Sans seems charmed by your anxiousness more than anything.

One of his thick arms reaches up and wraps it around the back of the couch, right where your own tense body was.

“Moondrop farm? Didn’t think anyone would ever move there. Aside from some racoons” you’ve noticed now that unlike Papyrus, he has large green lights in his eye sockets. The colour of a forest on a sunny day, the lights twitch and move, much like a human's own pupils. Fascinating.

“DINNER IS READY!” you glance away from Sans, looking behind him to the dining room where you can see Papyrus’s tall body placing your meals.

“Well, don’t want dinner to get cold-” you look back to Sans, only to find him gone. Completely disappeared from his seat. You quirk an eyebrow, confused.

When you take your seat at the table. A beautiful plate of pasta with a thick tomato sauce spread across it is served to you. A small garnish of basil provided some needed greenery.

“Thank you Papyrus, I’m sure it tastes amazing” Papyrus blushes, green dusting across his face.

“Yeah bro, you oregano put a lot of effort into dinner”

“SANS NO PUNS AT THE TABLE!” Papyrus huffed, taking his own seat and digging into his dinner.

Though Sans mostly stays quiet throughout the dinner, you and Papyrus spend much of it talking. You’re eager to learn all there is to farm and Papyrus glad to have someone new and interesting to talk to.

“AMAZING! THE CITY SEEMS TO BUSY. EVERYTIME ME AND SANS VISIT I HAVE TO MAKE SURE HE DOESN’T GO WANDERING OFF, OR ELSE I WON’T FIND HIM TILL THE END OF THE DAY!” he exclaims, you giggle. Unaware of Sans eyelights on you.

“It seems overwhelming but once you get used to it it gets easy” a humorous glint passes over your eyes, “just train to remember the route, that’s all” Papyrus gasps dramatically, pointedly turning to Sans who lets out a wheezing laughter.

“SANS! LOOK WHAT YOU’VE DONE TO THEM! YOU’VE TURNED THEM TO THE DARK SIDE!”

“Hay there, that’s all them bro” an undignified groan of brotherly annoyance fills the room. Papyrus dragging his hands down his face.

“BROTHER!” you raise your hands, signalling surrender.

“Alright, alright, we’ll leave you alone,” you say, still chuckling at the brothers' interactions. It seemed unfamiliar to you, to have a family that was so close and so bonded. Your own siblings had been much older than you, and much less interested in you. They had moved away from home as soon as possible and had never been back.

Dinner resumes, with much less puns this time. Sans now joining in on the conversation, adding in his own humorous thoughts on the topic. Alongside giving the occasional tip.

“Middle of spring now, think there’s any time to plant anything?” you ask. Both brothers nod, each adding their own opinion.

“OF COURSE! NOTHING LARGE, TOO LATE FOR THAT BUT SOMETHING SMALL AND EASY LIKE PARSNIPS WOULD BE PERFECT!”

“Potatoes could be good, everyone loves those”

You nod sagely, taking in their advice. Well, you’d already planted some parsnip seeds, maybe potatoes would be a good addition.

Soon your plate is empty, all that delicious homemade food settling into your stomach.

“Oh, I can wash the dishes, it’s no worry!” you try and take the plates from Papyrus’s hand, though he just shakes you off.

“NONSENSE HUMAN! YOU ARE A GUEST! GO! I’LL BE DONE IN A FEW MINUTES. I THINK SANS IS STILL ON THE COUCH” he rushes away before you can insist. Damn those long legs!

Though you do go follow Papyrus order and sit beside Sans. T.V plays on in the background as you both watch on in comfortable silence.

A shiver crawls down your spine as a cold gust of wind makes it through the home. Sans eyelights watch as you hunch over, trying to shield your arms from the cold snap.

“Here,” he shrugs off his blue hoodie, pulling it over your shoulders.

“Oh! You don’t need to do that Sans! You’ve been too nice!” he shakes his head, pulling you closer to his warm body. Instinctively, you can’t help but huddle closer to him. He’s like a furnace! You duck your head into his chest. ‘Go big or go home’, you think, silently hoping you don’t overstep some boundary, that Sans doesn’t snap to his senses and toss you to the curb.

Your heart quickens as Sans raises his arm, you tense, readying for him to shove you away. His arm tucks against your back, holding you tightly as he keeps his eyelights focused on the T.V.

The quiet pattering of Papyrus, the soft sounds of the T.V and Sans own chest rising and falling lulls you quickly. His hand rubs your back in small circles; easing you into a comfortable rest.

Snores and unintelligible grumbles fill the living room as you and Sans lean up against one another in a comfortable sleep, holding one another tightly as you did.

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#should i do more??#ngl i already got some ideas cooking up in my mind #voidimagines #sans undertale #undertale au #sans x reader

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