Cryophobia - (Sans x Reader)

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a/n:

I THOUGHT THIS WAS REALLY COOL:

If the color you choose for your soul is black in this story, your soul in the blackness of the void is something that's darker than the abyss. Darker than the void itself.

Gee whiz.

Ok, I'm sorry but I think that's legitimately the coolest and most bad ass thing I've ever heard.

Which I was so close to making the canon color, I swear, but after all... it is YOU who is in this story. I'm just writing it. I'm here to fuck up everything and hopefully give you some new perspective on the game.

*is a gigantic nerd who loves undertale*

*is done geeking out*

I HOPE YOU ENJOY THIS CHAPTER! THANKS FOR ALL THE SUPPORT ON IT. <3 I THOUGHT THIS WAS GONNA BE SMALL BUT NOOO NOW WE'RE AT NEARLY 9K READS AND WOW.

I love you guys.

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{your p.o.v.}

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Check, check.

Is this thing working?

Everything is dark. The only thing that's solid is a sarcastic voice that comes from the darkness. It's the abyss you saw when you almost pulled something unhuman out. A spotlight suddenly shines. You cover your eyes reflexively with your arm.

Or... you try.

You find that you don't have any arms to move.

Chara's in the spotlight. They are not so scary looking right now. On the contrary, they look kind of cute. Frisk-like. But there's that look in Chara's eyes that is different from Frisk. It's so cold inside of Chara. 

It always has been.

This is torture session two.

They laugh manically. 

Never mind on the cute part. Their face is slowly morphing. It swirls and fizzes out until you can't even tell what they are. Chara raises their hands, and snow starts to fall. You would stand up and run, but find that you don't have any arms.

Or torso.

Or anything at all.

All that is in place is a single glowing soul. You can't see your body, but you know it's there. The heart shaped soul is (f/c), you dully note. While you're scared out of your mind, it's comforting to see it shine so powerfully against Chara's darkness.

That is... until the first flake of snow drifts slowly and lands on it. Snow looks so gentle when it falls.

And in a way, it is gentle. It's one of nature's deadliest beauties.

But you vs. the snow? With no way to move? You can't run or dodge the falling snowflakes, and even there would be no way to... even if you tried. Every snowflake that lands on you is a searing pain.

Cold has its own form of pain that is incredible if you're subjected to it for too long. Numbing, burning even though it isn't hot. Oh, and this is why you fear it. There's little words that you could say to express your fear. It's a slow death. You've experienced it many times before and it never ceases to amaze you and break you down.