I Want To Forget (Killer Sans x Reader)

Chapter 7- Bundled Up

(~Your POV + Time Skip Few Hours~)

Sans was right about what he said before. As the hours passed, it got really cold. The current temperature feels like we're sitting in a brick of ice. It's getting to the point that this blanket isn't enough.

I don't even know how Killer is doing. We've been sitting on the couch in complete silence for a while actually. A while ago, I advised that he go change into some warmer clothes. Instead of listening to me, he insisted that he was fine and didn't want to make any "unnecessary" decisions.

'Why would it be so much trouble to change outfits? Even if he is fine, I would feel much better if he wasn't sitting in the freezing cold wearing a pair of shorts.'

Fun fact, Killer can be a literal statue sometimes. All he's doing is sitting on the opposite side of the couch and staring at nothing. I bet I could convince someone that he's just for decoration or something. I bet he would have no problems with me painting a portrait of him.

'People would think that I'm the weird one.'

I decide to break the silence, asking, "What are you thinking about?" "Nothing." "I know that's a lie. If I was thinking about nothing, I wouldn't be spaced out for that long." I explain, readjusting my blanket.

"I'm going to have to leave, get some more supplies. The snow isn't melting fast enough and without power, we can only eat dry or canned food."

'Oh..'

"How're you going to get out? The snow is higher than the first floor from what I can tell." Killer responds after a small pause, "I can take shortcuts to get myself from building to building. Worse case scenario, I miscalculate and end up trapping myself in the middle of the snow, suffocating. Or I tire myself out using too much magic and you'll be stuck here on your own for a few days."

'Shortcuts. That's what he calls his teleportation ability.'

It intimidated me at first when he tried to explain it a few days ago. All that mind-warping universal time and space stuff that rarely any people choose to research. Well, apparently Sans figured it out because he does it all the time.

But as far as I know, he has that ability and the ability to use what monsters call "blue magic." It's an ability linked to the cyan soul color. After that, Killer wouldn't mention or explain anything else. I didn't press for any details.

"What's wrong with leaving me here? It's not like I'm going anywhere." I arch an eyebrow, staring at him. "I don't know, I just don't want you here alone." He states, staring at nothing again.

I laugh, "Awww, you care about me? I thought I was supposed to be your prisoner." "Not what I meant." Sans huffs, pouting as his cheeks change. They have a small red glow to them now.

'Never seen that before. Is that supposed to be blush? PFF- Is he embarrassed?! No way! Really???'

I lean closer, "Surely sounded like that's what you meant, 100%." His eyes widen and he pushes himself further back against the couch, "What are you planning?" I chuckle, scooting closer, "Relax, I'm not going to hurt you."

I get even closer. I don't care if he's weirded out at this point. Killer rarely gives me any personal space anyway. I softly trace two fingers across his cheeks to confirm my theory.

'It doesn't wipe off. Yep, it's blush.'

Next, I poke his forehead just to tease, smiling a moment later, "That's so cute..! You blush like a cartoon character." The red glow on his cheeks glow brighter and spread farther to most of his face.

'It really is! AWW! I KNEW he had emotions in there somewhere.'

Killer gets flustered, seeing my bright and entertained mood. He hurriedly places one of his hands over my face, pushing me back, "S-SHuT uP!"

I jerk back so he can't reach me, chills going down my spine, "GEEZ, you're freezing!" It probably has something to do with the fact that he doesn't have any muscles or skin. There's nothing to keep his temperature up as the house gets colder.

Now that I look at him longer, it's clearly visible that Killer's shaking. He turns away from me completely, openly trying to hide it. I repeat myself in a firm tone, "Killer, you're freezing." "I can't feel it." Sans grumbles, ignoring my concern.

As cold as he is, I hug him, wrapping the blanket around us both. I'm basically sharing some of my body warmth to help too. When he tries to struggle, I resist, "I don't believe your lies, numbskull. Quit it with the unnecessary pride and let me help you for once."

Killer raises his voice, still squirming, "I was doing just fine without you..!" "Sureeee." I reply with a ton of sarcasm. He must think he can overpower me. I'm a person who's almost twice his height so it doesn't matter. I'm bound to be physically stronger, at least a little.

I pull him closer to me in a tighter hug, "Sans, stop it! Calm down before you end up hurting yourself!" I can hear him breathing heavily from fighting with me.

'Easily tired himself out.. Okay then.'

If restraining him is the only way to keep him from hurting or neglecting himself any further, then fine. I'll take all responsibility whether he agrees with me or not.

Killer finally listens to me and stops struggling. After some hesitation, I gently pet the top of his skull, "There. This isn't so bad, now is it?" Sans stays silent, tensing up again like before. He shivers every time I go to pet him.

I seriously need to give him some more hug training or lessons on physical touch. Killer needs to get used to it if he wants to get any mental stability.

Without warning, he does something I definitely didn't expect. Killer returns the hug, more like he's shakily clinging onto me. That gave me a huge wave of relief, he's catching on. I didn't even have to say anything. Killer leans forward, gently laying his head against my arm. I feel myself blush slightly.

'He reminds me of a kid.'

A few moments go by and Killer's breathing changes, slower and drawn-out. Seems like he got a bit heavier all of a sudden. Soon as I noticed, I come to find out that he fell asleep.

'That was quick. Probably gonna be stuck here until he wakes up.'

Knowing that, I lean back against the couch. Next, I readjust Killer's positioning a little so he'll be more comfortable.

'I think he's good.'

Then, I mess around with the blanket again so that we can stay as warm as possible. Sans isn't disturbed by my movements at all. He's out like a light.

I don't mind getting a bit of relaxation either. I lay my head back, sinking farther into the couch. Final step, I close my eyes and wait until I drift off to sleep.