I Want To Forget (Killer Sans x Reader)

Chapter 9- Papyrus' Room

(~Your POV~)

There's only one window in this room. Fortunately, the artificial sunlight from outside is bright enough to light up this room through it.

There's a desk with a computer directly in front of the window. To the left side of the room, there's a bookshelf, a table covered with action figures, a pirate flag hung on the farthest wall, and a race car bed.

'Yep, definitely looks like a kid's room.'

I step over to the bookshelf, my eyes scanning over all of the book titles. There's a mix between children's books and more complex books on how to design puzzles.

This reminded me of the ruins. The dead silence and the stale air. That isn't exactly the best to breathe in, almost like I'm in an attic. Ignoring it, I continue exploring around the room.

The action figures were interesting, all of them are nothing like I've seen before. They don't look like they were played with. Each one had its assigned spot and stayed there in almost perfect condition.

'So it's a collection?'

Last to catch my attention is the bed. I instantly smiled, looking at it. It's so cool. Certainly the person who owned it had a lot of fun. The bed is neatly made, with something on top. It's a jar with a tattered red scarf wrapped around it. Immediately I'm confused, so I take a closer look. Inside of the jar, it's filled halfway with dust.

Something in my mind clicks, putting all the pieces together. I gasp, stumbling back.

'OH mY GoD!'

All that dust, in the ruins... They were people. Staggering back, I bump into the bookshelf. A few of them fall off of the shelves from the sudden movement. My heart rate accelerated. I don't know what to do. Tears well up in my eyes as I cover my face with my hands.

Without warning, all the lights switch back on. Power's back on. The computer makes a high humming sound as it receives power and turns itself on.

I almost screamed if not for the fact that I quickly covered my mouth with my hands. Terrified, I turn to the computer. I just really don't want to be facing the bed right now.

The computer was never shut off, so it immediately goes to the last page that was used. I shakily rush over to it, reading the screen. It's a social media page, created for the "UnderNet." "CoolSkeleton95" is the profile that's signed in right now.

(~Killer's POV~)

I walk back into the house, "Y/N, sorry about that! I forgot I kept them in the basement. Power's back on!"

'Well obviously she would know that by now..... Where is she?'

I peek into the kitchen, "N/N?" She's not in here. Where did she go? I look upstairs and chills go down my spine. Papyrus' bedroom door is open.

'She didn't...'

I hear a small thud seconds later. She did.

(~Your POV~)

What I see is shocking, pictures and videos of Sans is all there is on the page.

'What the heck is going on?'

I click on the first video I see. To keep it short and to the point, it's Sans KILLING people, monsters of all types and ages. He keeps a smile on his face the entire time, blocking out all of the screams that surround him. He has pupils in these videos, but they're not white like I've seen. They're red. As if he wasn't scary enough. I pause the video, not being able to watch anymore.

I look down, my breathing is failing me right now. I close my eyes and take a moment to just breathe. After what seemed like forever, I peer back up.

'I need to know what happened.'

I scroll through several more posts. Besides the really traumatic ones, there are just pictures of Sans in several places. The comments make it clear of what they were for.

"Spotted him in the lower east parts of Waterfall."
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"Killer spotted. He's headed for Hotland."
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"Dang it. Will this never end?! Where is the royal guard?!"
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"God help us all. New Home needs to lockdown."
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"HE TOOK DOWN THE CAPTAIN OF THE ROYAL GUARD!"
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"What?! NO WAY!"

They were tracking him. Doing their best, risking their lives, to help others hide from him. All of these were posted last year. The more recent posts are heartbreaking. Monsters calling out to each other for help. Desperately saying their last words in the comments as they're slowly picked off one by one. The social media page goes dead from there.

'There's no one left.'

I hear Killer's low voice from the doorway, "Get out." My heart jumps into my throat as I whip around. Killer's back is facing me, he's looking at the hallway floor. He repeats himself, raising his voice, "Y/N, get out!"

I start crying, "You killed them. WhY?! YOU WERE BORED?" "I didn't.. I couldn't have control." Sans replies with the same dead tone. I scream, choking on my own tears, "THAT SURE LOOKS LIKE YOU! YOU KILLED HIM TOO." I look to the bed, dreading what it must've been like for the younger skeleton. I never even met or saw him, and looks like I'll never get that chance.

To be betrayed by your sibling is terrible, and not only that, Sans is the older of the two. The feeling of being betrayed by someone you look up to, is enough to completely break you.

"ALL I DID WAS WATCH Y/N. THAT WASN'T ME! YOU THINK I COULD MANAGE TO KILL MY OWN BROTHER?! NO, SHE DID IT! NOW GET OUT OF PAPYRUS' FREAKING ROOM!" He screams, still not facing me. Suddenly, I hear him take a shaky breath in.

'Is he crying?'

"Please.. I.. I can't go in there." He pleas, trembling.

. . .

I walk out, closing the door. Killer stays silent. I bend down beside him and grab his hand. With my other hand, I caress his cheek and gently make him look at me. He has only one white pupil again, but it's not flickering like the past two times. It's glowing brightly, fixed on me as more black tears trace down his face.

I calmly ask, "Sans, who are you talking about?" Killer doesn't answer me, glancing down and crying more. I ask him another question, "Were you forced to do this?"

"It's not a problem anymore. The only thing that plagues me is my emotions." Killer says, tensing up and clenching his teeth. My grip around his hand tightens, "Emotions aren't bad." "Yes they are because they make me remember him!" Killer snarls and pulls himself away from me. His eye sockets go back to being blank again.

I try to reason with him, "Killer, listen-" "DON'T TALK TO ME!" He screams loudly, getting restless. I sigh, "Want another hug?"

. . . . .

In a split second, Killer's arms are wrapped around me and his face is buried into my chest.

'Yep, that's what I thought. You are so unpredictable sometimes.'

I hug back and stand up, basically carrying him. I try rubbing his back to soothe him. Killer tightly grabs onto my jacket and I hear his muffled sobs.

I mumble, "Shh... It's alright. I'm here."

Writer~San: Yep, something's definitely breaking him. Also, looks like Sans is addicted to your hugs now. ;w; Poor thing needs hundreds of hugs. Anyway, hope y'all are having a good day today! Cya in the next chapters!