♡ It started with a Book ♡ (Bad Sanses x Reader)

Chapter 9

(Above is my Oc, Cage Sans. He will be inserted into this story, and I will probably make something on his background sooner or later-)

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You start to feel around for a handle, anything, maybe there was a door around here, or a switch to open up a secret passage into the hallway..
You feel a loose brick, you push it in, and then the wall starts to pull apart, pushing itself into the wall to make a doorway.
Slowly, you walked out of the passage way. The blanket that Dust gave you was dragging on the floor as you walked, your shoes lightly pattering on the hard cold floor. The voice stopped talking, and as you walked, you could hear a breath hitch as you got nearer...
"Hello..?" you stopped and looked around. You heard laughter fill the hall, echoing down the corridor.. you turned to see a skeleton.. he was glaring at you with an insane look in his eyesockets.. he had a crack in his skull, he was missing an arm, his clothes were torn and ripped, his mouth was oozing together, he didn't seem to have a navel socket, and his eyes were glowing a blue and yellow color...
The skeleton quirked a browbone.. "What're you doing down here, kid. . . ?" You turn to look at him, Kid? Ugh. "One, I'm not a kid, and second, I should be asking you that question..?", "Huh, touché."
"Hm, I guess if I want your help, I'll have to tell you why I'm down here, right?" You furrow your eyebrows, then you nod... you are filled with determination. . .
"I failed a mission, epicly, so Boss put me down here. ." The skeleton was scratching at his crack in his skull..
You look to the side.." Maybe.. you're still one of his guys... so maybe..."
You look away from him and continue down the hallway. He snickers at you... you Glance at him, then turn away... pft, what does he know.. he's probably a murderer.. if he's associating with everyone upstairs...
You found a door at the end of the hallway... there was a small window with bars on it attached.. you stand on your tiptoes to look out.. then the door is suddenly flung open. You freak out and hide behind the door the best you can because there are no real hiding spaces except for the cells.
The maroon wearing skeleton marched In and stomped all the way to the one skeleton's cell..
The skeleton wearing Maroon growled at him. "..Nice seeing you, Raspberry..." The caged skeleton spoke. "Shut up. . ."
You didn't have time for this.. you slowly moved out from behind the door... the door creaked, you stopped moving and held your breath...
Raspberry started talking to the caged skeleton.. but thankfully, he was such a loud talker, or they definitely would have heard that..
You continued slowly out the door... your gaze met with the caged skeleton's... you turn your back and continue to slowly walk out the door...
Your eyes widened.. grass? You were outside, the sky was darkening and gray as night approached. The grass was a dull green, and there was light that filtered through the windows out onto the cobblestone path in front of you..
You walked softly down the cobblestone path, pulling your blanket up over your head to act as a hood...
The puddles on the ground around you started to vibrate.. you stopped and listened.. you heard some grunts and insults being thrown, and the sound of stuff being broken... hopefully, they were just sparring...
You turned, the filtered candlelight shining through the window down on you... you faced the forest, taking a deep breath, You took a step, the grass was mushy, but you picked up both feet and kept on walking... you pulled the blanket around yourself to mostly keep warm from the approaching night air... the cold air nipped at your ankles as you walked...
Suddenly, you tripped..."..Ngh.."
You look around and slowly stand up.. you looked at the ground and found a sharp, pointy stick..
Your knee was dripping in blood.. you ripped off some of the blanket in a long strip, then wrapped it around your knee... that'll have to do for now...
You pick the stick up and carry it with you.. you may need it...

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It was pitch black outside, your leg hurt, and you didn't know where the edge of the forest was... you sat down against a tree, and then you wrapped your pointy stick in the blanket with you. Using it as protection and a cuddle buddy; the stick was surprisingly comfortable..
Pulling the blanket up more, you close your eyes and drift into a dream-less sleep. . .