How To Fix The Damage Done (Feralasylum Reader Insert)

A Game Day

You brought all sorts of games for game day. Sorry, Monopoly, Connect 4, Battleship, Shoots and Latter's, Candyland, Scrabble, Uno, Life, Apples to Apples, and so on. You figured Sans would love the variety, though everyone gave you a funny look when you brought them all in. With a knock on the door with your foot, the skeleton opened up, beaming. "oh boy, oh boy, game day!" He ran in an excited circle around you as you went in. Everyone was questioning it. "oh man i know i said game day, but i didn't think you'd bring this much!" Sans sat eagerly on his bed while you put down the games. "I figured you'd appreciate the variety." You explained simply. "i do, i do! and pap does too! what first?"
"I was about to ask you that." You let Sans look through them. "wow, you have a lot! where'd you get these?" He asked while looking at Battleship. "Where everyone else does. The dump. I collect boardgames." He tilted his head curious. "why..?" You gave a patient smile. "It's merely my hobby. Go figure they'd come in handy some day." Sans grinned, holding up Candyland. "this looks sweet." He winked while you sputtered into laughter. "Ha ha, very punny."

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"i have another question." Sans said as he took his turn. "Fire away." You replied. "why this job? why help the 'insane' people?" He finger quoted, phalange quoted(?), the insane bit. "Why not try those who are considered untreatable? We are your last hope at a at least semi normal life." You took your turn, getting the card for a double purple. If you didn't know anybetter, you'd say Sans cheekbones were dusted yellow. How curious. "am i untreatable?" Sans mumbled in slight hesitation. "Everyone is treatable, if you know how to do it. You excpecally. You are just a skeleton suffering from deep trauma, and someday, when you're ready, we will take about it. Today, let's just have some fun, hm?" He tilted his head, staring. Evaluating. Then he nodded. "yeah... ok." He took his turn again. "so no secrets. really."
"No secrets really. I've got nothing to hide." He smiled again, lightly. "cool." He hummed while the game continued with mindless chatter about whatever the two of you could think of.

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Eventually you switched to Sorry. "i never did get crosswords," Sans was saying while you thought of where his ships may be. "all the random letters throw me off, i can never find the words in that mess."
"I understand that, I find difficulty in Junior Jumbles. I can never begin to process what the first letter is, let alone the rest." Sans giggled. "papyrus was- is- the same. he's so cool." Sans little slip up didn't go unnoticed, they you didn't say anything. Not yet. So he did know, he's just in some major denial. "I'm sure he was.." You replied quietly. "J7." Sans frowned, replying with "hit." The subject of Papyrus was quickly changed by the skeleton.

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It was a game switch once more and you invited the others to play Apples to Apples to make the game more fun. So long as no sensitive topics were brought up again, you'd be golden. Sans seemed rather tense, so you stuck close to him while the game went on, petting him a little when you thought he was going to panic. He'd relaxed immediately upon contact, which was good. It was a sign of trust. By next week the real work would probably begin. "sans, what is your favorite food?" You asked him after awhile. "um... i don't have one. yours?"
"It is [F/F]. How about a favorite drink?" He shrugged. "i dunno, you?" Well, that wasn't good. Was his food and drink options limited as a boy? "[F/D] is always good. How about your favorite area in the Underground?" He perked. "oh that's easy! waterfall, paws down! it's the closest i've gotten to seeing the stars and a sunrise and a eclipse.."
"So you like astronomy?" He ducked away, feeling suddenly bashful. "uh... yeah.." You smiled brightly. "That's cool. My mom had an infatuation with the stars too. She used to take me out to see them... maybe someday I could do the same?" Sans tilted his head, then smiled. "i'd like that."