Cryophobia - (Sans x Reader)

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{your p.o.v.}

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The bed you wake up in is soft and comfortable. A sweet smell of cinnamon and butterscotch reaches your nose seconds after you wake. Sitting up, you don't feel okay.

If you keep using this power, you feel like you're going to die.

Of course, you might just be a little melodramatic. But it does hurt. Worse than any pain you've ever had. And sometimes you wonder, what's the point of all these people being saved? If Frisk's stories are true... they have reset the time line over and over. It's a never ending loop.

How can you possibly do anything to go against it? It's all hopeless... but...

You've never felt this great at the same time. All your life you've not been able to help others; you've never felt good enough. But these monsters don't treat you like a stupid orphaned kid.

They need you, in a strange way. If you're going to find Frisk, you might as well try and help them, too.

Taking it slow, you move out of the bed and nearly step on a plate. The plate has a single slice of butterscotch-cinnamon pie. You pick it up and take a small bite.

In all your life, you've never tasted anything so amazing.

You save the rest for later, setting the plate to the side.

There are some warms clothes for you beside the pie. You put on some jeans, a white shirt, and the boots beside it. A (f/c) jacket is also there, you put it on. It reminds you of your soul color. A hat and mittens as well, but you don't put those on.

With a small smile on your face, you explore the room. There's some children shoes in a dresser, and a dusty photograph. There's a picture on the wall of a golden flower, one a lot like the flower you saw at the beginning.

There's a small knock on the door. Toriel pokes her head in.

"How are you feeling?" She asks with a kind smile. You really like Toriel. She seems genuine, like all of the other monsters you have met so far. It's interesting. You can't recall any fully genuine people in your life other than Hayne and Frisk.

But it's starting to sound like Frisk isn't as genuine as you once believed. This thought makes your mildly good mood plummet. You have to save your friend. Frisk would do it for you, wouldn't they?

"I'm okay," you say. "I have to get moving, though."

"Yes... I have a bad feeling that there are many others that need your help, my child." She motions for you to follow her. You comply, and she takes you to her room. Toriel gives you a backpack, a cell phone, and a Tupperware full of butterscotch-cinnamon pie. You smile with delight, but it quickly falls.

"Aren't you coming with me?" You look up at her. She shakes her head sadly.

"My place is here. In the ruins. But I'd like to ask you a favor, child. Can you please check on someone for me?" You know immediately who she's talking about. The man with the soothing voice. The joke master.

"Sure, how should I find him?" Toriel looks down at the ground, embarrassed. You give her a patient smile. "Have you never actually met him before?"

"No! How did you know?" She laughs and smiles. "He has a nice voice. When he moves, it sound like rattling? And he really, really loves jokes." An awkward hungering curiosity opens up inside you.