Role Reversal

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You cracked your sockets open slowly, the curtains were covered so the sun didn't graze your exhausted form. You body was sore all over and you felt sticky. You needed a shower very much, but didn't have the strength to get up. you rolled onto your back and groaned pulling the covers away to check over the damage.

Your mind had been such a haze, you barely remembered much, just that the sex was amazing.

You forced yourself to sit up and looked your form over.

Your ribs and spine had light scorch marks, Grillby helped you?

A few bruises that were obviously hickeys of sorts. Farther down you could see cum stains all over your thighs and pelvis, that caused you to blush. Yep, shower... much needed.

With a groan you will your way up and out of the bed which oddly had clean sheets and blankets on it. Someone must have switched them out, Grillby maybe? Where was he anyway? You grabbed an over sized simple black hoodie to wear on your walk to the bathroom a clean button up and boxers. As you exited your room everything was silent. It was odd, nearly eerie, normally someone was shouting, but not today. The loud mouths must be out or something. You walk down the stairs to the second floor and enter the bathroom. Clean like always.

It had a walk in shower and that is the only thing you love about it, nothing else matter, just that sweet, sweet shower.

Stripping of the hoodie and locking the door you started up the shower and waited for it to warm, taking the time to look yourself over in the mirror now that you had a better view. Your body was cracked in so many places from fights during the resets. You had cracks along your ribs, some deep, some just faded out, the gash across your sternum was the worst, it had yellowed out and cracked along certain parts, you rubbed at it softly and a jolt of pain rocked your body forcing a gasp, you leaned on the counter panting, your mind flashed those horrid memories.

Your body was heavy from exhaustion, how long had this battle lasted?

The kid always came back, either blasted out of existence, or impaled by a shit ton of bones all through out their body, they always came back.

That damn reset ability of thiers really pissed you off.

They lashed out once more and you dodged, they never learned. But you knew how this would end.

Why did you even bother fighting? It always ended the same, you'd go to sleep, they'd kill you then.

You tried staying awake but you slipped up and they slashed you just as you moved to dodge, The same shearing pain, the cracking of your ribs as they broke under the blades weight, the feeling of your bone marrow gushing out of the cut.

It always hurt, and you'd look at that same empty gaze of theirs, no lust for blood, no care for anything not even themselves.

Why'd they kill if they didn't find joy in it?

You dodged once more spoke the same crap you always did then just opted to sleeping, it took a few moments but your mind stopped thinking and you finally lulled to sleep.

Only 6 minutes and you felt it again, your body recoils from the pain, you fall to a knee and grasp your wound, blood seeping onto your clear white hand, at least you knew your hoodie would leave through this. It was your favorite.

You pant lowly and glare at them before standing.

"See ya in the next run, kid."

With that you leave the hall and shortcut to snowdin where you dust outside the door leading to the ruins.

You grip at the counter forcing the memory away. Your body calms the pain, your soul throbs in your chest, you have to will it to stop.

You really hate that kid.

Steam fogs the window and your pull away form the counter and into the much needed shower. Letting the water wash over your bones and eases them. Sighing against the wall you started to clean, your mind blacked out as you did, you didn't have the strength to think about anything.

Drying and dressing you teleport your dirty clothes back to your room and leaving the bathroom heading down stairs when a familiar scent hit your nose cavity.

Smells like Grillbys' cooking burgers. You smile at how familier the scent is, and how right it felt to wake up to this scent. Your steps have a bit more spring to them as you walk down the stairs to see the humans piled around in blankets and pillows, hair a mess and bags under their eyes. Sans is the only one awake and sitting at the table facing the kitchen and taking to the fire elemental cooking.

You casual walk over and sit at your normal spot and prop your elbows on the table "Sup you two?" Sans turns to you and lazily waves. "yo, just talking with Grilbz, sleep well? How ya feel?" He looked you over and met your sockets, you shrugged "Feel much better, thanks for the help. Slept well too, you?" He blushed at the gratitude and rubs the back of his neck sheepishly "no big deal. slept damn fine too, the couch comfy when you are physically exhausted so much." He snickers at your blush.

Now you felt bad you worked him to hard. "A-and you Grillby.. I don't remember much but I assume you helped me too?" He flipped a few burgers and looked over at you with a nod "Yes. You tired them out after 3 days, Sans called me when the others left your room and all tumbled down the stairs not caring about their health." He looked back at the food and started grabbing the buns.

"Oh... guess I owe them an apology then." You laugh nervously and look over at the piles of humans and blankets.

"no worries they had fun." Sans waves off your concern.

"Well good. I only remember a few things, my mind was such a blur." You rubbed your skull softly as Grillby plated the food, and grabbing the condiments from the fridge.

"smells great as always Grillbz." Sans comments as the elemental places the bottles on the table then goes back to the plates of burgers and buns, placing them down in front of you, your mouth started to water at the sight, you were always so hungry after a heat, and your body had yet to replace the magic you used, plus Grillby uses his magic when cooking so this is literally what you need. You quickly make two burgers for yourself and munch with a happy hum.

Fuck it was good.

Sans and Grillby made their own and all three of you ate in a content silence. The others slept soundly as you munched the food.

You licked your fingers from the first burger and moved tot he next when you looked over at the pile and noticed both Blue and Papyrus were there...

"Sans...?"

"yeah?"

"Did Blue and Papyrus yelp with my heat?"

"yep."

Your face erupted with a blush so bright you had to cover it with your hands, letting out a wail of shame and embarrassment causing Sans to genuinely laugh.