𝚎𝚊t. (horrortale sans x reader)

𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚘𝚞𝚛

𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 - 𝚓𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚎, 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚎𝚊𝚝

     (Y/N)'s fingers dug painfully into the sides of the porcelain bowl, body trembling as it violently forced itself to empty. Flowey sat, wrapped snugly around her arm still, doing his best to keep her hair out of her face.

"She... She cares about humans... She used to care about humans," He whispered, nuzzling his cheek against her hair, only to pull away once she'd gotten herself to her feet. She stumbled, harshly attacking the handle to flush the toilet, before stepping aside and taking hold of the sink to steady herself. She looked at herself in the dusty mirror, cracks, stains and missing glass making it hard to see her full reflection. She could tell, however, that she was quite pale and sickly looking, exaggerated bags under her eyes and red speckles dotting her temples, showing off the strain on her blood vessels from her sudden stomach emptying session. She leaned into the sink, turning one of the rusted handles. After a few moments, a spew of freezing cold water ran, and she soaked her hands in it. Flowey continued as she tried her best to clean her mouth without toothpaste or mouthwash.

"I mentioned her being forceful, but I would never think of her as the type to... Well... Intentionally hurt a human. She's always had people's best interests in mind."

(Y/N) looked around the counter, spotting a container of liquid soap. She stared at it for a few moments, wondering what flavor was better - bile and soup aftertaste or vanilla suds? Before she was able to decide, she was drawn from her thoughts by a knock at the door. Flowey shuffled himself into her sweater as she opened the door. Toriel rested her hands on (Y/N)'s shoulders, grip firm.

"I'm... I'm terribly sorry, my child. I did not intend for you to get sick. I suppose my ingredients were not the most ideal," She murmured, eyes glazed over and distant as she spoke. (Y/N)'s throat burned, constricting to keep her from saying so much as a word. Toriel seemed genuinely concerned. If this happened once, however, it could definitely happen again. She doubted she could trust anything that came from Toriel's kitchen.

(Y/N) leaned into Toriel's grasp, looking half asleep, or more accurately, half dead. Toriel smiled, carefully leading the young adult to a bedroom.

"Here, come along," She chortled under her breath, "I have a room you can rest in. The bed may be a little small, but some rest should help your upset tummy."

(Y/N) followed mindlessly, distracted by the unbearable pain ripping through her stomach. This couldn't possibly just be food poisoning. This had to be something else - rancid meat, perhaps? Though the thought brought her head back to the soup. It had meat in it. If food was scarce, where would meat be readily available?
Toriel carefully rocked the young woman in, and she shifted under the covers, careful not to crush her plant friend as Toriel sat on the edge of the bed. It creaked under her weight. The room smelled of dust and butterscotch. (Y/N) could only see whatever the hall light backlit from the door. The silhouette of the motherly goat shifted back and forth, before her hand reached for the woman's (H/L), (H/C) locks. She stroked the human's hair lovingly, still rocking, rambling under her breath as she did.

"Your hair is so soft. Your skin... I'm so sorry I hurt you. So sorry.... so.. so sorry... Sorry... Sorry....... My child, do you forgive me? For hurting you? I made that soup with love. I'm sorry. I didn't... you were supposed to... I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

Her sharp nails ran through the (H/C) hair like an inefficient comb, her hand large enough to block most of the light from (Y/N)'s vision. The goat's other hand reached for one of the humans. Between its size and the slightly patchy, matted fur that adorned it, it completely engulfed the young woman hand.

"You... You forgive me, do you not? Surely you do. Surely you understand how sorry I am. Surely..."
Toriel rambled for a few more moments. (Y\N) could only muster a pained groan in return, a pain rising in her chest. Her stomach clenched, as if hundreds of burning hot knives were being stabbed into it. It softened, though, to pins and needles as the goat woman spoke. Her head still spun, just a bit, and she couldn't muster a single word. She thought that if she did, she might die. When Toriel didn't get a reply, her grip on (Y/N) tightened. She pulled on her hair and squeezed her hand, getting only a pained whimper from the human beneath her.

"You understand why I had to hurt you, right?? To protect you! You humans... humans, so, so headstrong. But! I... I can help you... I helped you... I'm sorry I had to hurt you, but I did it for you. You weren't supposed to hurt. It was supposed to be painless. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry..."

The human trembled, the feeling of wanting to throw up again rising on her stomach; she didn't think it was because of food sickness. Toriel let go of the young woman, her own hands shaking.

"I... Please sleep, my child. Please, please sleep. It will stop hurting then. I'm sorry it hurts. I know, I know...."

Toriel leaned down, pressing a kiss to the human's forehead, which had dampened a touch with cold sweat that she couldn't seem to wipe away - if she did, Toriel might realize that it didn't hurt anymore. This seemed like a very good opportunity. She closed her eyes. Toriel wrapped an arm around her and buried her face in (Y/N)'s hair, rocking slowly.

"You aren't alone. I'll be right here, until..."