I Want To Forget (Killer Sans x Reader)

Chapter 4- I Punched Him

Writer~San: WOW WHAT A LOVELY CHAPTER TITLE! Have fun! *pushes reader into next chapter*
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(~Your POV~)

'He said I could sleep on the couch, right?'

Killer's still messing with stuff in the kitchen, not speaking to me since. It looks like whatever happened earlier, whatever scared him, doesn't matter and he doesn't care.

I'm so tired, that guy is the reason I couldn't sleep in the first place.

'I just want to relax for a bit.'

While he's distracted, I sit down on the couch. I easily prop my elbow up on the arm of it, so I can hold my head up. I can still watch him from here, but it's only when he passes a certain area from time to time.

Tiredness slowly weighs down on my eyelids. I don't fight it this time.

'I'll close them for only a few minutes.'

My vision blurs, my mind blocking out all of my anxiety and stress until it was just me and the calm darkness.

(~Killer's POV + Time Skip~)

'Done. Enough food for around a week. Might have to eat smaller portions if the storm stalls for longer.'

I check my phone, it's 2:17 AM. I let out a sigh and put it back in my pocket. I was so focused on taking inventory, I didn't even notice how chilly it's gotten in the house.

I go into the living room to check on the human. She's asleep, her head laid against her arm.

I stare for a moment, confused about what I should be doing. I lost my thought.

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'I can't kill her yet.'

Taking a deep breath, I head upstairs so I can get at least SOME sleep.

(~Your POV + Time Skip Next Morning~)

I woke up to find Killer's face hovering over mine. I scream, punching him in the eye socket. "WHAT THE HECK?!" He yells, stumbling back and grabbing at his face.

I'm on the verge of tears, remembering how scary he is. That image will be forever burned inside my brain. He was WAY too close.

'Does this dude know NOTHING about personal space?!! He didn't do anything, right?!'

Nope, I still have my clothes on. I think I still have all my organs too. I notice there's a blanket draped over me. I don't remember having one.

'Did Sans-.... Doesn't matter.'

My heart is beating so fast, it hurts to breathe. I realize that I'm stuck in this nightmare all over again.

I pull the blanket up over my head, hoping to get some comfort from it. It doesn't work. I whine, turning to face the couch, "I want to die." "That can be arranged." "NO, SANS! DON'T MAKE ME HIT YOU AGAIN!" I shriek, sitting up and glaring at him.

"Doesn't matter. I might have to if we run out of food." He says, hesitantly opening his eye sockets.

'AND THERE'S HIS INSANITY! HA- I almost forgot!'

"I'm not food." I state bluntly. His eye sockets go wide with shock and he turns away, gagging, "What?! NO! I didn't mean that! Don't you dare compare me to some sicko from Horror's world!" Killer gags again.

'No idea who that is, but it would probably be best if I never meet them.'

I smirk, letting out a small laugh. I tease him, "Oh my, you actually have a conscience?" "Shut up." Killer replies. Some of that black liquid is smeared across his skull.

'Wait..'

I look down at my hand, it's on my hand. Now, it's time to internally panic.

'What is this?!'

My voice is urgent and shaky, "Sans. Please tell me this is paint." ".... Sure." He responds while going into the kitchen.

It doesn't hurt or anything but I seriously don't like it. I don't even know what it is!

Sans comes back with two damp towels. He hands one to me. In a hurry, I wipe the mystery  substance off my hands without a second thought. Killer uses the other towel to wipe the side of his face, where I punched him and smeared it in the first place.

Not gonna lie, Sans looks a lot more normal without whatever it is. He pulls the towel away. The same black liquid trickles out of his eye sockets and down his skull.

'Welp, I'm a little freaked out.'

Killer looks to me, slightly growling, "Are you done staring at me?" "OH- I'm sorry!" I quickly look away, focusing back to wiping off my hands.

"The storm hasn't died down yet. If it continues on like this, we'll be snowed in. Looks like you're lucky, the games will have to be postponed for now." Sans explains.

'Thank goodness.'

My arms are so sore, definitely not climbing any trees anytime soon. I trace my fingers down some of the cuts and scrapes, flinching and tensing up when it burns.

'Can't believe I forgot they were there. I was freezing the entire time. I didn't even notice because everything was numb.'

I hear Sans say firmly, "Give me your arm."

'What?'

Without warning, he steps over and grabs my wrist, pulling it towards him so my whole arm is outstretched. I take a sharp breath in, he scared me again. Moving them abruptly like that made them ache.

"You did this yesterday?" He asks. "Yeah, so what? You told me to hide or I'd die. So I did." I slightly pull on my arm, but he doesn't let go. In fact, he does the exact same thing to my other arm.

I firmly tell him, "Killer, that hurts." "You punched me in the eye. Ya think that didn't hurt? Now stop complaining." Sans remarks, observing my arms.

I stay quiet, waiting patiently. As Killer held my arms still, the pain faded which made it easier. Sans lets go, "I might still have some bandages. Wait here." He walks upstairs and into one of the three rooms. From what I can tell from down here, it looks like a bathroom.

(Writer~San: Yes! I know Sans and Papyrus don't have a bathroom in the game. BUT in this story, there's a bathroom upstairs. Other thing we need is a stair railing up there because not having one is just plain hazardous, lol.)

Killer only spent a few minutes in there before coming back downstairs with some ointment and bandages. "Rub some of this on all of the sore spots and cuts. It will sting but it'll help them heal faster. I'll sit over here until you're ready to wrap the bandaging around them." He sits on the other end of the couch, tossing the ointment container to me.

I catch it and look at him, "Is it okay if I use this for my legs too? We don't need to bandage them but they have some cuts too." "Yeah, whatever you feel like doing." Sans responds, leaning back onto the couch.

I haven't known him for more than a day but I have already come to realize that Killer is a very confusing person. One minute he's happy as heck with annoying you or trying to kill you. The next, his expression is stone cold but he's willing to help you.

I freaking punched him and he didn't get mad. What the heck is that all about? Any person would react to getting a punch in the face.

Killer's emotions are all weird. Sometimes it's really hard to tell if he even has them.