Bad Sanses x Reader: Parody Version

Rejection

Y/N has a long ass speech coming, so hold your horses and read it slowly.

The star sanses didn't feel like interfering and nor does Silvya. They wanted to listen to what the know-it-all has to say next.

"Well, for all of you, and also the evil sanses..." Y/N started to say. The bad sanses listened attentively. "At first, I was like a high-school kid thinking I know shit and I thought I was the smartest kid in class, which can be true, but after traveling through different stories with a friend of mine... I realized maybe the clichés, no matter how bad it is, aren't too bad at least. It can be ridiculous, awful, lame, cheesy, overrated, and too much most of the time but... maybe that's the beauty of exploring the Fandom. A Fandom has its good and bad sides all the time. It's inevitable. Creativity, like what my friend said, can come of in different ways. Who are we to be the judges and force the painter how to paint base within our standards? It's up to the painter to paint their own work and express themselves through their art. Of course, there are rules on how to paint, yet in the end... there are just some rules the painter has to break to shine colorfully. It's the same with writing and creating stories. I acted like I know what happens, but in the end, I was a fool. Maybe I did say a lot of things that are true, but still was a fool."

"Exploring the different stories that are out there made me feel that I'm just a speck of dust in the vast majority of everything. I'm sure I haven't explored everything yet, but those stories I did makes me appreciate, tolerate, or respect the differences and similarities each story has. That was probably the intention of my friend when they invited me to protect those Y/Ns with them... you probably don't even know what I'm talking about, but I don't care."

"Thing is, I apologize for just plain wrecking our cliched moments together with insults, but half of me didn't regret doing so. You don't seem to mind either, so we're even. Anyway, to respond to all of your confessions... I know this chapter is supposed to be a cliched ending but, because it's me and as always, I have to tweak it. I can't return the feelings you have for me. We can't be more than friends, and I do not remember saying we can be friends but... yeah sure, let's just be friends. Friends who'll never see each other again after all of this. Though, it will still remain a memory from each of us."

"Honestly, I know it sounds weird coming from me, but... uh, looking back, I enjoyed our time together. It was... cliched mostly, but still. Ordinary things don't necessarily hurt. Sure, it happened a lot of times. It's ordinary and overused, but I did appreciate those events with all of you. I won't deny the fact that I've insulted it most of the time, but thanks. Really. It's probably the funniest thing that's happened in my everyday normal life: encountering you boneheads. I'm not even prepared to answer you guys and yet, here I am just winging the hell out of it. I know all of this will be forgotten someday, but it doesn't matter. There's only the here and the now. At least we've made the most of it? Yeah. Thank you for having me here."

Y/N was done with their rambling.

Silvya wanted to cry for the sake of the drama going on, but they don't feel like crying. Instead, they feel like patting Y/N's back and buy them ice cream instead. The star sanses shed tears though, out of delight, and clapped their hands like they were watching a movie. "Can I hug you?" Killer said almost wanting to cry. "I admit I'm going to fucking miss your insults."

"And your deductive skills." Dust added.

"And your sweet scent." Horror added.

"And your annoying logic." Nightmare muttered.

"And your goddamn honesty." Cross chuckled.

"... okay f-fine *BEEP* waaatching Undernovela with *BEEP* yoouu wass rather- *BEEP* okay." Error said and huffed.

"Well..." Y/N actually considered it for a moment, then spread their arms wide. "Sure. You can hug me but-"

Killer squeezed the living hell out of Y/N and the others joined in too, with the exception of Nightmare and Error. "Stop being dramatic you idiots. You're still cold-blooded murderers."

"Yeah, we know that we'll get back to killing after we're done with Y/N here." Killer said still hugging Y/N.

"Can you let go of me now?" Y/N said. Killer let go and smiled sheepishly. "Well then..." He said. "Farewell."

Y/N, which felt like the first time they've seen the human do, genuinely smiled. Like they were happy. "Good grief. This feels like an anime ending." They sighed in pity.

"Well, since it's the end... wanna buy some nice cream with me? We still have something to talk about." Silvya said. Y/N bid farewell to the bad sanses and the star sanses. It would be the last they would see of them. Two portals appeared for each group to go home to. They remembered they were injured and their clothes were tattered.

After the farewells, Silvya pulled Y/N to teleport them to where Gaster was trapped. He was gone. Seems like he approved of Y/N's answer. "I knew you could handle it, my boy." Silvya said. "Hm, but I still do wonder what would happen if Gaster doesn't approve of it? The author said there would be a plot-twisted ending after all..."

"What's plot-twisted about all this?" Y/N asked.

"Well... I guess it's probably when you rejected them. The not canon villan group, I mean."

"Hm... fair enough."

They both shrugged it and Silvya walked away from the lab and bumped into Frisk. "Oh, sorry." Silvya said.

"It's fine." Frisk chuckled. "Have you seen Y/N? I wanted to ask if they want some nice cream."

"Oh perfect, we were just about to go there. Come on, let's-" Silvya noticed that Y/N was still staring at the cell Gaster Boomer was once trapped in. "Hey! Are you coming or not?"

Y/N turned around and knew that after buying some nice cream, Silvya would have to go somewhere and possibly never meet Y/N again. Even so, they waved their hand in response. "Yeah. I'm coming."