Faint Memories {G! Sans X Reader}

𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚃𝚠𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚢-𝚃𝚠𝚘

'Changing for the better..?'

"IT'S RAINING~"
"IT'S POURING~"
"G HERE IS SNORING~"
"GET OFF TO BED"
"HEAD FEELS LIKE LEAD"
"WON'T GET UP TILL MORNING~"

"My GOD what do you WANT?" G fake cried into his hands as I screeched my song into his nonexistent, but very much working, ears. I looked around the room where my beautiful bird will live, which surprisingly is in G's temporary room. I mean SURE it might be weird coming in every morning to feed my bird while G snores and stuff-but my room won't fit a bird and this is good pay back for the milk fiasco before he even knew me. 'That jerk..getting soaked by the milk I spilled after throwing it into the air? How dare he' I thought grouchily. I stretched my arms and feet like Chloe does and blinked my eyes a bit after a big yawn.
Pat
Pat
'Who the fiddlesticks-?' I looked up to see G giving me the pat pats. I looked him in his smug eyes and bit his finger. "SHITTY CULO!" he hollered and bring his hand back. "Darn I didn't get to bite em.." I whined and flipped on the ground. G rolled his eyes and playfully kicked my stomach, I laughed. He smiled and softly kicked again, I laughed more. This is a way to explain to you why I'm crying in tears, laughing uncontrollably on the ground while being kicked. "G! G-I CAN'T STAWP!" I snorted and covered my nose with my hands. G broke out into laughter and fell over onto the ground. We were laughing so much that I'm sure my cheeks would hurt, my stomach hurt in a good way, it meant I laughed too much.

After we calmed down G went downstairs to try to cook something, I attempted to help but..SOMEONE called me a heathen and accused me of failing my human responsibilities. So, yeah. I'm in G's room fixing his bed that laid directly under a window woth blinds. I went to my garage and decided to bring up an old dart board I got from a yard sale, there were a few missing darts but it still had a good amount of darts left. After I got a hammer out I took a nail and BANGED it into the wall. I hooked the dart board and made sure it wasn't crooked. I looked around his room for a brief moment.
There was a dresser up against the wall next to the door out, his bed was under a window with blinds and across from where his bed was facing is a dart board, my bird's cage was next to the dart board.
'Oh HECK no' I moved the bird cage to beside G's bed a few feet away. 'Close one..' I made a sour face imagining what would happen if I hadn't moved the cage. I sighed and reached for a dart.
Prick
I jerked my hand back and looked-almost admiring the crimson liquid dripping slowly from my hand onto the floor.

[FlashBack]
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"ꪗ/ꪀ ᦔꫀꪖ𝘳"
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"Y/n ᦔꫀꪖ𝘳?"
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"Y/n dear!"
I jumped and opened my eyes, looking to the front seat of the car, Mrs and Mr were driving, their face were blurry...
"Y/n dear do you know why?"
What?
"Do you know why?"
"Why what Mrs?"
"Why we're giving you back."
I closed my eyes again, I didn't want to hear it, yet I closed my eyes. I turned to where I knew the window was. I didn't want to see outside again, it's bad enough remembering this much at all. The car bumped and rattled as we drove on the rocky road. The street smelled like mist, but it was still unusually dry for our town. I didn't care if I went back, if they didn't want me then fine. If no one wanted me then fine. I didn't care anymore.
That's a lie, it's not that I didn't care it's that I cared far too much.

I gripped my wrist, sinking my nails slightly into the used to be soft skin. The grown ups were talking, Mrs & Mr were scowling at the people who were at the desk of the orphanage. They kept shaking their heads, shaking their heads again and again. They turned to me and just looked and then shook their head again. Mrs grabbed my arm and pulled me back to the car while muttering curse words under her breath. She grabbed her hair and messed it up, her nails were painted purple and soon Mr came back too. I was shaking. His eyes looked burning but not in the way a campfire comforts you, more in the way a stovetop burns your hand into a shade of red peach.
I never liked Mrs and Mr, they made me touch the stove.

[FlashBack End]

I breathed in. It felt like I was holding my breath the whole time I was THERE. I popped my bleeding finger in my mouth as I rushed to the bathroom down the hall and to the right of my room. I reached for bandages and picked up the scraps I had from when I bandaged myself from punching the mirror not too long ago; there were still faint lines where the cuts were. After I bandaged my finger a tiny bit I hopped back downstairs and walked into the chess board tiled kitchen. G was humming a bit as he played some food and set another timer for 3 minutes. I yawned. He turned around and tiredly looked at me before waving me over to the stove.
"Did you know I called for you?"
I turned my head up to him at his question, "oh did you? Sorry" I looked back to the timer on the oven.
"I called five times"
I looked up to his eyes but I couldn't read his emotions. He sighed and reached near the stove, bumping me in the process accidentally. I stepped too close to the stove and jerked myself back in shock. G halted and looked at me concerned and confused. I was shaking, just barely, I usually didn't get scared by the stove anymore. "Bad memories.." I mumbled quickly and turned to seat myself at the table. 'That wasn't awkward at all..'

We were both eating some pork and rice G made, it was really good, the rice was buttery and the pork was juicy; G even poured some meat juice on it to bring out the flavor! G glanced at me smiling and started smiling himself. It was a quiet evening, awkward..but comfortable.
It was dark now and G decided to finally go pick up Frisk, or as G calls them Kitten, from a little daycare place he put them in for the day. I waved at em and went to my room not even questioning why he had my house key to lock the door with. I flipped down and cried. I wasn't necessarily sad, I just needed to cry. I was content but insanely nervous about these new changes, they made my anxiety act up a bit. I hugged my pillow until I eventually changed my clothes.

I climbed into bed, I grabbed a teddy bear, don't JUDGE. I just thought I wouldn't feel so lonely for tonight if I had a teddy with me. I closed my eyes slowly..'soon there will be a loud mouthed idiot and an adorable child in this house..'

"I'm hopelessly lost in illation, my own minds my damnation, go ahead take my heart out commit some ablation."