Hungry Love (Horror Sans x Reader )

chapter 1

The sun hung high in the cloudless sky, its radiant beams enveloping the sprawling park like a comforting embrace. Frisk and I had eagerly chosen this picturesque setting for our day of leisure. With excitement coursing through my veins, I carried a vibrant soccer ball tucked snugly under my arm, while a wicker picnic basket swayed gently in my grasp. Together, we embarked on a stroll towards a secluded, sun-dappled meadow nestled deep within the heart of the park, our laughter blending harmoniously with the rustling of leaves in the gentle breeze. We rested at the base of Mount Ebott.

A serene tranquillity washed over me, offering a fleeting oasis of peace amidst the chaos. My eyelids grew heavy, succumbing to the gentle pull of slumber, tempting me with respite from the impending nightmares lurking in the depths of my mind.

"Ready for some soccer?" Frisk's infectious grin spread across their face, igniting the atmosphere with anticipation. Their eyes twinkled like sunlight dancing on water, reflecting the excitement bubbling within.

I nodded eagerly, hoping to escape my painful reality. The thrill of competition coursed through my veins, a fiery determination lighting up my gaze as I mirrored Frisk's enthusiasm. "Absolutely! Let's dive in and see what we can create on the field." My voice carried a mixture of confidence and eagerness, ready to tackle any challenge that awaited us, despite how I truly felt inside.

Eagerly, we scrambled to set up makeshift goalposts at opposite ends of the field, the anticipation building to a crescendo. With a shared sense of excitement, we positioned ourselves for the kickoff, our hearts pounding in unison. My limbs felt energized but felt so heavy, and limp.

With a flourish, I launched the ball into play, its trajectory painting arcs of excitement against the vibrant canvas of the sky. Each kick reverberated with the promise of thrilling competition, setting the stage for an unforgettable match.

Frisk surged forward with lightning speed, their feet a blur of motion as they showcased an impressive array of footwork. I watched in awe, my movements feeling sluggish in comparison, as they effortlessly manoeuvred the ball from me. With each nimble dodge and swift turn, they left me trailing in their wake, their skill on full display.

As Frisk wound up for a powerful shot towards the goal, I felt a surge of determination course through me. With lightning-fast reflexes, I sprang into action, propelled by an instinctual drive to defend my goal.

With precision timing, I launched myself into a graceful dive, my outstretched limbs reaching towards the speeding ball like a predator pouncing on its prey. With a resounding thud, my body connected with the ball mid-air, the impact reverberating through my frame.

In a moment of triumph, I felt the satisfying sensation of deflecting its trajectory, sending it veering off course and away from the waiting goal. With a mix of relief and exhilaration, I knew that my timely intervention had prevented Frisk from scoring, preserving my chance for victory.

The game unfolded with an electrifying energy, the air crackling with excitement as both of us unleashed an arsenal of skills with finesse and flair. With every touch of the ball, intricate footwork and calculated manoeuvres were on display, creating a mesmerizing spectacle for our invisible onlookers.

Amidst the intensity of the competition, laughter bubbled up like a refreshing stream, punctuating the field with moments of joy and camaraderie. The sound of our determined shouts echoed across the grassy expanse, blending harmoniously with the rhythmic thud of feet as we darted and weaved our way through the game.

SCORE! 

Frisk and I collapsed onto the lush green grass, our chests heaving with exertion yet our faces adorned with wide, satisfied grins. Beads of sweat glistened on our brows, evidence of the intense effort we had poured into the game.