Sans AU One-Shots

Horror || killer & cannibal.

Pairing: Horrortale Sans x Reader
Prompt: Your fall into the Underground was planned, your survival was not, but regardless of whether you want to be here, you're stuck in a world of deranged, hungry monsters that will do anything for that next bite of food. Only, you're discovered to be far more useful than you could've predicted when a certain skeleton finds you, and he'll do a lot to protect his bite of food. [Kinda mid synopsis, my b, I'm tired, I promise it's more interesting than it seems]
Type: horror, grim, unnerving, psychological thriller
Length: 15.3k words
Background:
Notes: I embrace the full nightmarish horror that is canon Horrortale for this one and don't shy away from the grotesque elements of this AU (including: murder, gore, graphic dismemberment, being eaten alive, suicide, and cannibalism). You've been warned. Nothing about this AU is soft, it's disturbing and horrifying and nightmare-inducing, so I hope you're not eating as you read this one. I haven't gotten to properly write something for Horror in his canon AU before so this is long overdue - just like everything I write for Horror (I promise I love him to pieces even tho it doesn't look like it-). And this along with the other, spicier one-shot (titled 'dolls.') I wrote for him is probably the closest I'll ever get to writing him a proper story since they're both outrageously long 😅 | Requested by a lovely anonymous reader.

Oh, and while I have your attention, I apologize for the lack of updates. The short explanation is: I'm busy. But the slightly longer one is: there are a lot of people in my life that want my time, and it would be a disservice to them to prioritize my silly lil fanfics over them. People will always be more valuable than my work/alone time/hobbies - and I've never been good at saying 'no' - so all I can say is...I'm sorry. I promise I haven't forgotten about you guys or the bony boys we love so much - a Mamá couldn't forget such wonderful children <3

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I didn't expect to open my eyes again. For a couple minutes, I stare up at the hole I threw myself down, the chasm surrounding me half as deep as I had assumed it to be, but I thought for sure it was enough. I was wrong.

I sit up, my entire body protesting as a heart glows in front of me weakly, and I see a stats bar under it like I'm in a video game: HP 10/99. My heart beats faster as I take in my surroundings, noticing that there's actual color down here despite what I'd seen when I peered down this hole. The sickly yellow flower bed I landed on is surprisingly comfy, and as I wrench my arm away from the golden flower half-dead under it, I realize some of its seeds are stuck to my sleeve. The tattered sweater I'm wearing is the least expensive thing I own, tarnished from years on the farm and coated in all manner of dirt and petals and seeds, and as I stand, its threads get wrapped around some of the petals of the flowers, tearing them off crudely. I gasp, flinching at defiling such beautiful flowers - they're the only beautiful thing I can see, and I ruined them.

My heart beats faster in my ears as hot tears spring to my eyes, and I feel on the verge of sobbing as I again glance up at the sky I can no longer see. I shouldn't have survived, there's no way I could've, yet here I stand with only a battered body as proof I fell at all. What am I supposed to do now? I can still remember the feeling of the wind whipping past my face as I fell, hoping that it would all be over quickly, but it wasn't. I'm still here.

I should be happy about that - the second my weight leaned too far over the hole and I had no choice but to let gravity pull me down, I realized I made a mistake. But the fall gave me a lot of time to reflect. Funny how that happens - time slows down when you don't think you have much of it left, giving you precious seconds to really think about your actions, like fate wants you to feel the guilt of your actions in your last few moments while knowing you can't do anything to change what happens next.

But fate is also funny because I'm still here. I don't get to die, it seems, and while a part of me is relieved, another part can't bear the thought of living anymore. Guilt has a way of eating at your insides until you're a husk of a person, going through the motions of everyday life but not truly living, and while I could answer the questions thrown at me by the cops or the prosecution or the judge or my family, I was never mentally there. I was still trapped in the moment I couldn't live down, because even if the world tells you you're innocent, your conscience knows better.