Apocalyptic (Feralapocalypse Reader Insert)

Tame Feral

Everyone had been surprised when you made it back alone. You'd been swarmed, people taking the bags for inventory and ushering you to Dr. Alphys to ensure your health. "Physically, she's fine. The blood on her isn't hers. Mentally, she's in distress though. She'd probably watched as the ferals picked the team off one by one. She'll probably have PTSD for the rest of her life and she's exhausted. My recommendation is dropping her from the program." In the beginning, Alphys had been a rather anxious and shy dragon. Over the years though, she'd kinda lost it. Being one of the main doctors in the Underground, she had to. General Papyrus nodded, looking at you. "YOU MAY BE CORRECT, ALPHYS." You shook your head. "Don't drop me, I'm ok! Really." You insisted. You had to see him again and find out what made him different from the others. "[Y/N]. YOU'VE BEEN THROUGH ENOUGH ALREADY. I INSIST THAT YOU TAKE UP WORK ELSEWHERE." You continued to shake your head. "I can't Papyrus, I can't. I have to-" Papyrus stance became rigid as he crossed his arms, bared his canines, and lifted his tail to display his dominance. "THAT'S AN ORDER, [Y/N]."

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You'd went home for the rest of the night, crashing at the MTT Resort. Those rooms had become a home for many humans while the monsters that remained reclaimed their Underground homes. There was many empty houses that humans had taken residence in as well, mostly larger families that needed the space. You personally were fine with your little room/apartment thing. What you weren't fine with was getting kicked off the program. Especially now since you wanted answers for what you'd seen. You weren't done. You'd find a way to get back out there. You knew exactly where to begin looking for him too. That hospital. The first place you'd ever met... kinda. Face off? Whichever. You'd woken up a lot in the night, seeing the fearful faces of your old team as they were dragged away, killed, eaten. Eventually though, morning finally did come and you could escape trying to sleep in favor of making an escape plan out of the Underground. The main entrance was heavily guarded, there was no way you were getting out through there, which meant the Ruins were your ONLY bet. No matter how dangerous.

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Their was a ten minute shift as to when someone in the security department checked the doors. It was more than enough time for you to squeeze through a crack in the doors. You cavern filled with overgrown grass, sunlight illuminating the one spot. You pushed through and into a long purple hallway, empty and abandoned. Still you held tight to the gun you'd brought with for protection. You turned the corner, paranoid that you'd get jumped at any time. Their could be ferals after all, that's why it was closed off. You took a shaky step on the first stair leading to the rest of the Ruins and it squeaked loudly. You froze, convinced that you'd drawn their attention. But nobody came. So you continued to climb, every squeak making you more tense and afraid that something was going to kill you. Your knuckles were white due to the grip you had on the gun, your breaths were heavy and fast, verging on a panic attack and the moment you rounded up the stairs and saw the door to the house open, you fired the gun.

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Sans couldn't sleep. Sans couldn't sleep because you couldn't sleep. Your nightmares and fear were embedded within his soul, begging for him to save you. The closest he could get without being targeted and shot was the Ruins, Toriel's house to be specific. So he stayed there despite wanting to be at the hospital to conduct more research. Sadly he didn't always get what he wanted. At some point he decided to take a walk through the Ruins, reminiscing on old times, killing any ferals that survived the fall. There wasn't many that survived the fall. When he sensed that your soul was in a state of panic, he headed back, confused and panicking himself. He got the sense to duck just in time when he made his way inside. You stood across from him, gun in hand, trembling and scared. He couldn't just leave you, his soulmate, like this. "sh, sh it's ok. everything is ok [Y/N]." Naturally he'd run a check on you to ensure you were unharmed. He approached slowly and carefully. You'd dropped the gun, you were shaking so much. You backed into the wall. "W-w-wha-" You sputtered. "i won't hurt you. you're safe here.." As soon as he reached you, you fainted. "... stars dammit."

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Sans stayed with you, keeping the gun so he wouldn't die. "What are you...?" Sans looked over to you laying on the recliner, now awake but still groggy and out of it. "i'm a monster." Sans replied, checking the time. Doggressa was going to be aggressive since he was late to feeding her. Not that she wasn't already aggressive. "Your feral though... but talking and walking and not- not-" You choked on your words, giving Sans a pretty clear idea of what you were thinking. "i'm a tame feral. my dad found out how to fix me, but he took it to the grave." You blinked slowly and sat up. "And at the hospital... you are trying to fix others?" Sans soul skipped a beat. Oh stars, you are a fast learner. "yes."
"Can I come with? I wanna... know about you. Help you change the world back. I want to make sure others don't suffer." You looked at your hands, then at Sans. He wanted to say no, it wasn't a good idea, but he also wanted you close and ultimately his souls desires won over his logical thoughts. As long as he was feral, they always would. "sure."