A New Soul? (Ink!Sans x Reader x Error!Sans)

Chapter 14

Author

Reader/or any other sans that may pop up

Ink

ErRoR

Abbreviations:

-Y/N= your name

-H/L= hair length

-H/C= hair color

Y/N POV:

As Cross hugs me, I look around awkwardly, hoping for an answer of any sort. When I caught Killer's eyes, he just shrugged, and mouthed: I don't know either.

I push Cross away, and find that he had tears streaming down his face. This is getting a little weirder and weirder.

"Um... Do I know you?" I ask, cautious.

No matter how hard I search through my mind, I can't seem to understand why such a greeting was needed. I mean, why would somebody just hug me? Did I save him or some shit...? I doubt it. I could barely save myself.

Cross looked at me, eyes filled with hurt. He looked slightly offended— which is appropriate— since I can't seem to recognize him, while he seems to recognize me. I'm also assuming that we had a good relationship based off of his reaction to meeting me.

No shit, Sherlock, the voice in my mind yelled.

"You are Y/N, right?" he asked.

Great. He replies to my question with a question.

"Yeah," I reply. You still haven't answered my question yet.

"But you're my fa-" he started to say, but then Nightmare cut him off.

"Y/N needs a break, Cross. Whatever you're gonna tell them, tell them later."

FUCK YOU, YOU FUCKING BITCH ASS MOTHERFUCKER. FUCKING PIECES OF SHIT LIKE YOU SHOULD GO FUCKING DIE YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE- my brain screamed. I hate cliffhangers so much (especially the 'to be continued'), and Cross was about to tell me something important that I really wanted to know. Cross was about to argue, but Error took out his strings and started dragging me.

He dumped me onto the floor with a thud. 

"tHiS iS yOuR rOoM," Error said, and then slammed the door in my face.

 Rude, I thought as I rolled my eyes.

I sat on the floor for a few minutes, then what happened finally dawned on me. I was kidnapped. I didn't die. That's good... I think.

I got up pretty soon and pat my clothes down. Oh well. Whatever happens happens.

I scanned the room, and find that it doesn't look that bad. It was all black (of course) and was decorated, although not too much. [insert dream room that is black] In fact, it looks quite nice.

I jump on the bed (hopefully your dream room has a good bed and not a rock or some shit-]), thinking about possible answers to fill the blank.

But you're my fa- is was he had said.

My mind wandered, eventually landing on father. I scoffed at that possibility, rolling my eyes all the while.

That's absurd, I thought.

That choice seems quite ridiculous, but after all the things that had happened: discovering the Underground, realizing that there is multiple universes with different plots, finding out that I got "magic" and getting kidnapped by knife-happy skeletons, me being Cross' father doesn't seem too far-fetched.

"Oh well," I said as I hopped off my bed.

Am I allowed out? 

I check the door, twisting the doorknob, but the door doesn't budge. I give it a little push, just to double check.

Nope. Locked.

I sigh, ruffling my H/L H/C hair, shutting the lights off. I plopped back down on my bed, rolling around. I stop, and groan into the pillow, agitated at both myself and my current situation.

Why couldn't I just had left Error alone in that alley? Why did I even bother to listen in?

For most of the night, I lay awake, restless. The lights were closed but I only shut my eyes, waiting until sleep finally takes me away.

Eventually I doze off into a dreamless sleep.

A/N: I'M SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG AND IT'S NOT EVEN A LONG CHAPTER. A WHOLE MONTH HAD PASSED SINCE THE LAST TIME I POSTED A CHAPTER. IT WAS A WRITER'S BLOCK (again) ONCE AGAIN, I APOLOGIZE.