Cryophobia - (Sans x Reader)

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QUESTION 4 U:

Unrelated to Undertale, but what's your favorite song/artist/band?

((I need some new music! Anything works fine, I love all genres. Also, the playlist for this story should be coming out really soon. Be ready for some weird songs that don't make sense.))

ANSWER 5 ME:

My favorite bands are Bastille and 3 Doors Down. My favorite song is The Scientist by Coldplay or Greek Tragedy by The Wombats.

((And if any of you were curious, the theme song for this story is Take A Walk by Passion Pit. It really doesn't have any meaning to you guys for the story that I can explain. Maybe I'll be able to explain once it's all over. Which don't worry, we've still got a chunk left of this story. It won't be ending quite yet.))

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{your p.o.v.}

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You sense your skeleton nearby. That's the first thing you really feel as you slowly start to pull back in to consciousness.

The hardest thing you've ever done is open your eyes. It's like there are weights pressing down on them. But you manage, because you want to see Sans. He's not looking at you when your eyes open.

And for some reason, when he looks up again, you close your eyes so he doesn't know your awake. There's a pause of breath. Sans leans closer.

"You're awake, aren't you?"

You forgot the skelly is god-like at reading people. Opening your eyes, you lean forward and bop his cheek with your nose. Or... well... you try. Once you sit up, there's an explosion of pain in your side. Tossing aside the fluffy red blanket that covers you, a gasp escapes your lips.

Something is wrong with your wound. It's a sickening black color. Not only that, but it's carved in the shape of a giant nine.

(9999999999999999999999999999999999)

You set your hand on it and try to reset it, but nothing happens. Pushing down harder, you muster all of your power in to resetting yourself back to what you once were.

But nothing happens.

You were never any way but this, it seems.

"What did Frisk do?" You whisper hoarsely. It seems like it's been a while since you've talked. After a few more tries, you manage to sit up and swing your legs over the bed. This is only accomplished because Sans helps you all the way. He looks like he doesn't want to be helping you, but does anyway.

You look around, and there's monsters sitting watching you with worried eyes. Alphys is asleep on Undyne's shoulder. There's Papyrus, sitting by Sans on the bed. He doesn't look at you, except to give you a nervous look.

But where's Mettaton? Is he okay?

Where's Flowey?

Where's your stick?

You try and reset your body one last time. It's a weak attempt. You notice a little bit of the darkness fade in to a strange gray color. The pain becomes almost manageable. You get a closer look at your wound.

The nine puts you on edge. The veins around it look like they're being infected by some kind of poison. It's some dark sludge, and it oozes from your wound. Slowly, you feel like something inside of you is ebbing away.