Undertale x male reader - A bullet to the head *Season 1* [Completed]

Goodbye, old friend

Y/N sat there in silence as he looked down on the sleeping Chara, lying in his arms. He would say the moonlight made her look beautiful but... there wasn't. Y/N looked up. Small dots of blue light could be seen, yet he didn't know what they were or where they came from. Y/N smiled, he sure was glad he met these two wonderful girls. He turned to Frisk, who also slept soundly. She was as beautiful as Chara in that moment.

Y/N was brought out of his trance by heavy trudging footsteps coming towards the group. Y/N didn't react, knowing who was creating those footsteps. Y/N looked up again and there he was. The 6'5 behemoth that was Mason. Y/N frowned as he saw Mason.
"Mason..."
"Y/N. I see your getting close with the ambassador and her sister." Mason bluntly stated with a stoic expression.
"Mason... please just leave them out of it." Y/N begged as his expression changed to a sad one.
"I was planning on. As long as they aren't a danger to Benny then I see no reason to harm the girls." Mason said his expression unchanged. "Why don't we take a walk, old friend." Mason watched as Y/N nodded before softly placing Chara back into her sleeping bag.

Y/N got up as he began to follow Mason. Mason had a few questions for Y/N before he needed to kill the smaller male.
"Y'know it's not everyday someone takes a bullet to the head and is still walking..." Mason stated as they walked far enough from the group that they wouldn't be disturbed by their fight. "Tell me Y/N. How the hell are you still breathing?" Y/N sighed. In reality he couldn't answer the question himself so he needed to explain it the best he could.
"I think... I think someone saved me." This peaked Mason's interest.
"Someone, huh?"
"Yeah. I don't know how to describe it, but after Benny had left me for dead. Someone showed up. I don't know who it was. He spoke in... hands."
"Hands? Are you sure the bullet hasn't given you some major brain damage."
"I know what I saw... Or heard in this case. I'm telling you, it's not a normal language like English or Spanish. It wasn't even like he was speaking sign language. It was as if he was saying everything in hands."
"Right... You've gone insane. But hey a bullet going through you're skull will have some serious effect on your mind."
"Whatever..."

The two fell silent as Mason knew what he needed to do in that moment.
"Y'know I always had a soft spot for you."
"I know."
"Then you'll know this isn't any hard feelings but I've got to kill you now... however, I'm fair. I'll give you a chance to live. First one to draw their gun lives."
"Fine." Y/N muttered as he prepared himself for what was about to come.
"On the count of 3... 3... 2... 1!" The pair quickly drew their pistol as two gunshots rang out.

Y/N stubbled back as he felt the bullet hit his shoulder. God the pain... It wasn't something he'd felt before... Well actually that's not entirely true but Y/N didn't even feel the shot from benny. But this, he definitely felt this. Y/N looked up to Mason to see the tall man had a whole in his head. Mason looked to Y/N his previous stoic look was now one of surprise. Then a smile grew on his face.
"Good shot kid. Good sh-..." Mason collapsed. Y/N watched as he felt himself begin to start to feel guilty. Mason was only good to him and now he was dead by his hands.

[LV 7 —————> Lv8]

Yet, Y/N couldn't dwell on it for too long as he felt something crack inside of him. It was like the time Benny had shot him. It was like his soul was about to shatter into a million pieces. Y/N fell to the ground as he gripped his chest. His heart felt like it was going to explode and then he remembered... The syringes. The ones that hands guy injected him with. He still had them. It was in his jacket pocket. Y/N Desperately rooted around in his pocket before pulling out a syringe.
'DETERMINATION' it had wrote on it.

As if he knew what to do, Y/N began to channel his soul into his hands. What manifested in front of him was a red soul. Y/N jammed the syringe before pushing down on it allowing the red liquid, that the syringe contained, to flow into his soul. Y/N soul stopped cracking as he felt his chest ease.