Cryophobia - (Sans x Reader)

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{your p.o.v.}

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You try to talk to Sans.

Stubbornness is an extremely irritating quality after a while. He doesn't say one word to you. There's something wrong with him, you think. Yet he doesn't show it. He's been walking through a cave system for a while now. There are echo flowers all around.

"Sans," you try again. "I don't feel well." He's jumpy. There's something seriously messed up here.

"..." 

Nothing from him.

"Please," you say. "I feel like I'm going to die." Your heart is beating way too fast. The only thing that's keeping you from falling unconscious is Sans' hand in yours.

The echo flowers pick up what you just said. All around you hear their voices raising in creepy symphony.

Die!

Die...

Feel like I'm going to die...

Die.

Sans slows down a little. While others might find it incredibly hard to read Sans', it's not always hard for you. He's spooked about the flowers, too. You again try to pull your hand free, and this time he lets go.

Collapsing to the ground with relief, you let out a huge sigh. It's going to be okay, you reassure yourself. But you are not so sure. You lay on your back and look up at the rocks on the ceiling. They look like stars, though you know they are not.

It's sad that you've only been here a little bit and you're already forgetting what the stars look like. Sans sits down next to you after a few minutes. You two are silent.

You find that you aren't really angry at Sans. He's being a dick, sure. But Sans always has a reason for these types of things. He wouldn't do all these things unless it was a life or death situation to get out of that town.

It looks like he doesn't want to talk right now. You're not feeling up to it, either. So you roll over on your side, pull the hood of your hoodie up, and fall asleep.

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Howdy! I'm Flowey. Flowey the flower.

There's a yellow flower grinning at you. Darkness surrounds you, reminding you of when you dug too deep in bringing people back. It's an understatement to say that you're scared. But you hold your ground.

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The flower looked cutesy and loving a second ago, but now he's terrifying. His face blurs out like static on TV. A satanic laugh, reminding you of Chara's, comes from its mouth.

You're not new to this.

Why can't you remember this flower? Out of everything, you should remember. You grasp for his memories, but there's an immediate backlash. Everything flashes red for a second

Don't do that.

Let's just get right into the game, shall we?

You've got your cards to play, I have mine.

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Chara is coming.

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