Sans Au x Reader Oneshots

Sans x Depressed Reader

Sans x Depressed Reader
TW: Depressed Reader
Death
mentions of Blood and Corpses(/Dust)
Swearing/Cursing/Cussing

Reader is depressed. It's written in a way that says that 'you' have done this and that, so if it says 'you are in need of coffee', it pretty much potrays your thoughts, Reader. So, please don't take the 'Insults' (You'll see what I mean) too seriously. I do not mean to insult you in any way!!!
This is purely fiction. So please mind that. Scram now if you can't read this chapter. There might be better, less depressing upcoming ones, if ya want yo stay.

YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!!!!!

Sorry for any spelling errors.

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"Sans?", you asked as you looked before you in disbelief.

You and him were together since the last 2 years and the anniversary passed not long ago.

You two were happy. You even did a monster custom called soul bonding, to deepen your connection.

It just clicked with you two, like you have met before.

Like you were destined to be together.

So, why did it have to end like this?

Why was he destined to die on this day?

WHY was fate so fucking cruel to you?

IN WHAT WAY WAS THIS FAIR??

You and your monster and human friends were on a demonstration that day, walking on the streets, demonstrating for more monster rights.

But of course some humans would have to cause mass panic. Of course something would go wrong on a fucking demonstration for monster rights. Of course!

Because most humans are selfish.

You stare at the scene before you, screams ringing around but not reaching you. Because sans was just attacked.

He was attacked.
And it was too late for help.

Curse the world for making him so weak. For making him loose his HoPe. For making him suffer so much. For making him so vulnerable.

The attacks and screams didn't register in your head. You could only focus on him. You could only cry while looking at his trembling form.

Like everything was slow motion.

You startled awake from your trance as a gunshot rang from nearby. "Sans!", you yelled as you held him, keeping him from falling over, as he stared at his wound, eyes black and empty of everything but void.

Your other friends lied on the ground lifeless or turning to dust. Strangers lied on the ground dead. Dust and the smell of iron lingered in the air.

You felt sick. Your stomach churned at the sight of everything around you. At the sight of dead human bodies, lying on the ground. At the smell of death that lingered in the air.

You felt sick.

Undyne tried with every ounce of determination she had to stay alive.

It didn't work.

Sans, you and the little human named Frisk were the only ones left from your group. And he was already on the deathbed.

Curse this world. This prejudice. This pain. Everything.

Curse it all.

You could hear yourself scream. Your voice tearing apart. Your throat hurting. Your eyes leaking.