Cryophobia - (Sans x Reader)

e l e v e n

"ＷＥ ＷＥＮＴ"  

>>>>

a/n:

thanks for all of the sweet comments and reads and everything! You guys really make my day.

Love you! <3

((I'm also very appreciative that this book is number 699 in fanfiction. Or, at least when I looked at my stats last. Wow. My dream come true, honestly.))

>>>>

{your p.o.v.}

>>>>

Reality comes back.

You and Sans are standing upright in a completely different place. The world is spinning and going round and round. You're feeling very, very sick to your stomach. You let go of Sans and sit down. The ground is hard and rocky; not to mention hot to the touch.

"Whoops. Forgot you haven't done that for a long time." He nudges you with his foot. Not feeling well enough to reply, you just let out a groan. His chuckle cheers you up, though.

The headache throbbing behind your eyes fades surprisingly quick. After a minute or so, you sit up.

You aren't really surprised to see that you're in a completely different place. Instead of snow, there's lava and heat everywhere.

It's not too hot, luckily. You'd think you'd be more effected, but you're not. Sans helps you up and starts walking toward a distant white building. The word LAB is on the front of it.

(seeing a strange laboratory in a place like this...)

(you're filled with determination.)

The doors slide open. You follow Sans hesitantly. He seems to know what he's doing, so you just go along with it.

"Alphys?" He calls out. Everything is dark inside the lab. The name Sans called rings a fierce bell. It's kind of disturbing, actually. Sans moves away from you in the darkness.

You try to reach out and catch his sleeve, but he's gone. Leaving you all alone in the-

You notice something. There's a large screen when you turn the corner. One step, two steps. Awe, fear, excitement, anger. Emotions shock through you without any warning.

Frisk is on the screen. They are killing a small volcano-like monster. The volcano is crying and trying to flee. It doesn't want to fight anymore. Frisk catches it, burning their hand. You're so close to the screen now that it's hurting your eyes.

You blink. Frisk has already killed the...

(vulkin?)

Vulkin.

Angry tears spring at your eyes. Why do you want to hug Frisk and punch them at the same time? The screen switches views, and it's trained on Frisk's face. Lifeless. Dead, even.

They don't care at all.

You feel so lost and alone.

But...

A hand comes down on your shoulder. Letting out a little yelp, you move to run away, but realize it's just Sans. Your face burns with embarrassment. To say you're on edge is really an understatement.

"Watch this," he whispers in your ear. "Clap your hands as hard as you can, twice. Trust me. We're gonna have a good time." You open your mouth to protest but he grabs your hands and claps them together. This pulls a giggle out of you. Your back is pressed up against his chest.