Apocalyptic (Feralapocalypse Reader Insert)

Closer

You both learned about each other as the days continued on. You learned that Sans favorite color is orange and his second favorite color was blue. If he were to have a soultrait, it would be justice since his magic was yellow. He absolutely adored and greatly missed General Papyrus Alfredo pasta. He used to have a terrible habit of drinking BBQ sauce straight from the bottle. He was feral due to some sort of magic imbalance. His dad was a scientist. He became a scientist for a bit before he went feral. He learned things about you as well. Your favorite color was [F/C], your second being [S/F/C]. Your soul trait was [S/T] making your soul [S/C]. Your favorite food was [F/F] and you had a bad habit of chewing on anything when nervous. Your hair, your fingernails, your lip. Your mom had been a waitress and you didn't know your dad's job, but it had paid well. You had been unemployed before the ferals took over. Sans had listened with every bit of intrigue, which kinda surprised you. You weren't sure before if he liked you as a friend or not, but this solidified things.

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You leaned back in annoyance upon finding that this variation of the cure was a failure. For nearly five minutes, the variant had stabilized and settled into Dogaressa's magic sample. Then it proved to be too much. The sample fizzled out and melted, leaving white goop in its place. "melt?" You nodded. "We can't take more of your magic either.." Sans sighed. "i know. we can make more variants tomorrow." You glanced up at him. "How are you feeling, anyway? Is your soul ok?" A yellow hue dusted his cheeks. He was embarrassed? That was amusing. "it's fine... i know my limits." You grinned, making him blush more. "What's wrong, Sans? Why you blushing~?" You teased as he groaned and started walking away. "i just remembered that i have to feed dogaressa and look over the tests we did today- those variants aren't going to fix themselves-" He was gone in seconds, making you frown. You were just teasing. Was he that sensitive? You've heard that souls were intimate, but you also were forewarned of how low Sans HP was. Fifteen variants a day was the limit, apparently. It seemed like a lot to you, but Dogaressa could have over fifty magic samples taken before she started showing signs of fatigue. Either way, you'd have to apologize.

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"wha- no, you don't need to apologize. i really should have more control over my emotions, really." You and Sans were taking a walk in the back alleys. The feral didn't travel back there all that often to it was a good place to remember the city before. No corpses or bones to see most of the time. If there did happen to be a feral, you were wearing Sans jacket. Apparently it didn't matter if you walked or talked as long as smelled like one, you were ok. "Your emotions? Is that a feral thing? Struggling to control your emotions?" Sans smile twitched up a bit. "yes." That was false, it was so much more than that, but you didn't know that. "Oh. Ok, sorry anyway." Sans rolled his pinpricks. "you can stop now-" You were suddenly pulled close, his hands covering your eyes. It wasn't long before the smell hit you. A corpse. Something growled at you and Sans, the latter returning the sound. "let's get back and get some sleep.."

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You waited outside while Sans extracted more magic from his soul. You could only imagine what that felt like. You hated getting your blood drawn, so this had to be worse. And he put himself through it four days of the week so his magic and determination could replenish and his soul could heal. "alright, you can come in now." He was already putting other chemicals and compounds into the fifteen new variants. "variant four lasted the longest yesterday so i've remade that with slightly adjusted mixtures."
"Just like the day before that and the day before that." You commented. "it's how we make progress, [Y/N]. until we make it perfect and spread it throughout the city." You leaned into the counter, watching him work. "How do you plan on doing that anyway?" You asked. Sans paused a moment. "either in liquid form, or what i was thinking... gas form." You paused yourself. "Everything needs to breathe... you're a genius, Sans!" He blushed again. "i-i'm really not.." You scoffed. "Excuse me? Who's the closest to making a cure for ferality here? It's certainly not me, I'm just the help." Sans shook his head. "i couldn't have gotten this far without it."

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Test after test failed, which frustrated you to no end. Saving the world sure took a long time. "i'm sure my dad felt the same way." You looked at Sans. "precious moments of his sons life was getting taken away by something neither of us could control, i bet he got frustrated with each failure he ended up with... but he did it." Sans gave you a reassuring smile. "and we can too." You couldn't help but smile back at Sans. "Yeah we can." You agreed thoughtfully. Your mind was on your parents now. You knew that Sans dad had an accident relating to the C.O.R.E, that's all he really knew. He said that's where he last smelled his father's scent and felt his magic. He didn't know about your parents though... "Car crash."
"[Y/N]?" Sans asked in confusion. "My parents. They died in a car crash. The doctors said that they were killed on impact. I escaped with only a few broken bones in my arms and leg.." Suddenly you were in a hug and crying into Sans. "i'm so sorry, you didn't..."
"I did... I had to tell you.." What was this pulling in your chest..?