Playing with my food. (Horror sans X Reader)

Mission Impossible

—Your POV—

You'd managed to score a seat between two people, your poor self squished and hot, the blush on your cheeks for once not because you'd been flustered. On your right next to the window, was a skeleton ironically enough. He had colors bursting from his holed skull, a careless glare on his features as he scrolled through a social media site on his device. 

On your other side was a nervous and jittery skeleton, wearing a large white lab coat similar to Undyne's, but with a blue turtleneck underneath. He noticed your stare, and quickly turned away, muttering incoherently as your senses itched for action. Since you were a bit of a recluse, you'd been sitting in a slightly awkward position to avoid touching either of them, and your muscles were screaming for a break. (Lol literally me on my first day of Highschool bus riding.) 

You sighed silently, the bus conveniently running over a small pothole and sending you on a jolt. Your body betrayed you and your muscles gave out, leaving you to jostle about for a moment before the bus was off the hole. Now your back was against the seat, your arm under the colorful skeleton's and your other arm next to the nerd's. You felt like letting out a squawk of terror or something, but neither of them cared it seemed like, and you were finally able to relax. 

But, just as cruelly as life had always treated you, the bus ride ended just minutes later, and your tripped on your two left feet as you were trying to scramble out. You got up and dusted yourself off with a huff, wondering why this place was even so busy at night? Your sense of time had told you it'd been over an hour since Nightmare sent you here, and maybe people here worked earlier? Or time progressed differently? 

You didn't know, you didn't care, especially when you'd successfully made it into the prison. Inside was a long line of people, and a door which you assumed led to the prisoners you were allowed to talk to. Down another hall, stood a tall skeleton who looked like Crooks, but more edgy kind of. He wore a dark black top with spiky shoulders, a tattered red cape, red gloves, and black bottoms with red boots. 

He was glaring at what seemed like a smaller version of himself, same type of attire but with a different kind of vibe. He was compact, and strong looking, a small form with large potential. But, the two were quarreling like idiots and payed you no heed. 

They seemed to be guarding the door, a sign on it reading; 'Employees only, dangerous prisoners ahead.' Or seemed like a door Horror might be kept behind, until you saw the last door. It was guarded by two eerily similar knights, both in large shiny pairs of armor, discussing... nice cream? You thought you'd heard it wrong but when one of them bellowed it out, you knew you weren't wrong. The door read 'KEEP OUT EXTREMELY DANGEROUS CRIMINALS AHEAD.'

You stepped out of the line, attracting no attention that you detected. Your mind went into wonder mode as you tried brewing up a scheme to distract the guards and slip in to see your precious crackhead. However, a skeletal hand wrapped around your wrist and you whipped around, startled from the unexpected contact. 

Another skeleton... sigh... there were just too many corpses running around for you to feel comfortable with... but you'll bear through it right? He was tall, wearing a black coat with a furry hoodie, and a grey turtleneck, which you found was a recurring theme with the skeletal beings. He had an unlit cigar hanging from his teeth, and two noticeable cracks running up and down his skull, and lastly, grey jeans for bottoms.

"Sup' chick? You look lost." He said smoothly, pulling you over to him so he could examine you. "What's a sweetheart like you doing all alone at night... in the busier parts of the city nonetheless." He rumbled, running a phalange down your cheek. "U-Umm n-n-nothing sir!" You squeaked, prying his fingers from your arm and shuffling away from him. 

"Jumpy one I see, well let me tell you something sugar, it doesn't come easy around these parts kay' especially for you newbies." He growled, shuffling over to you, but not threateningly. "See those nobodies over there?" He questioned gruffly, gesturing towards the skeleton who looked like Crooks and the smaller version of him. "They have no idea what power is." He continued sparing you a glance to ensure he had your attention. 

"But, anyone with real power wouldn't be hangin' around a dump like this would they now? So that's why I'm offerin' ya' a helpin' hand." He said, comically outstretching his hand to you, which you timidly took. "Great, just tell me watcha' need Sugar, not interest, no hidden fees, just my fully available services... Oh, the name's G by the way." He said with a wink, grinning at you suggestively. 

"I-I'm Y/N..." You uttered in response, glancing around and trying to formulate something to say without giving anything away. G stood here patiently, watching as you played with your hair, fidgeted with your maid outfit, picked at some loose ends of you bow. "Ummm... can you get me past those guards over there?" You asked shyly, daring to look into his tired yet experienced eye sockets. 

"Sure Sugar, we just gotta bribe em' with their favorite treat... Nice Cream." 

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Ok, so this doesn't really count as a triple update since it's literally 2 AM and my tablet is at 9% but thanks so much for reading, and I hope you enjoyed. I couldn't stay away from Wattpad having known the rest of the story, and just had to do something! 

I even found the time to make another cringe post on my tumblr! Which you can find the link to in the comments ;3.

- De Moogus 

G!Sans belongs to Yoralim (I think)

Color Sans belongs to SuperYoumna (I think)

Science Sans belongs to TalkingSoup (I'm pretty sure)

Edge belongs to Fella/Vic (Sure)

BlackBerry belongs to Nishimori38 (Lots of credits... not even sure if they're all correct... but google doesn't lie to me a lot so \('~')/)