Cryophobia - (Sans x Reader)

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a/n:

DON'T WORRY OKAY.

THIS IS NOT THE LAST CHAPTER.

No more "question of the chapter" at this point. Maybe soon. We're getting in to the more serious part, so there won't be a lot of authors notes at all.

So, I just wanted to say thank you from the bottom of my heart. The fact that I've ranked pretty far in Fanfiction is amazing. Votes, comments, reads... Man, it's amazing how much you all love this story. It really shocks me sometimes. I really don't deserve it, yo. You're all so kind. I love you so much.

Leftie out.

<3

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{your p.o.v}

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Sans goes in first. He tells you to wait, and you do for about five minutes. It's an awful five minutes. You're sitting on the edge. It feels like you're dangling over a cliff. (Well, you've been there and done that. But this feeling... it's much worse.)

Then taking a deep breath, you push open the large door to the judgement hall. It makes a loud creaking noise. You flinch, but continue. Chills crawl up your spine.

Both of the figures turn and stare at you. Sans doesn't look surprised, and frankly, Chara doesn't look like they care one bit. They should, though.

They really should.

Because you're going to get Frisk back.

Taking a deep breath, you steel your emotions for whatever is going to happen. The distance to Sans seems miles away, and the sound your feet make is way too loud. But you make it. You always have. You pass Chara, holding your breath. It's an interesting moment when you walk past. You're so close that you nearly brush the fabric of their shirt.

A stab in the back seems like something they would do. You hold your breath in when your back is turned. However, the stab doesn't come. Not this time.

You brush past Sans and turn. It feels strange, standing basically where Sans is this time. Usually you're the one who is being judged, not doing the judging. It makes you feel a little cocky. But at the same time, you know you don't deserve it one bit. Nothing you ever did to make up for your sins should have added up to you standing there, in that spot.

Yet there you are.

...

Let's just get on with it.

Chara's giggle never gets any less creepy, even if you've heard it many times. Sans looks at you patiently, and you realize this whole time he's been waiting for you to speak. Maybe he's lazy, or maybe it means something for you to judge this time. You're guessing the lazy part.

Taking a deep breath, you step up.

Chara looks at you with a proud composure. Their shoulders are set, their head is high. It's disturbing to look at Chara, because Frisk's eyes are rarely open. But when Chara occupies Frisk's body, they are always half closed or wide open. The red eyes that stare back are unwavering. 

"You will now be judged."

The words come out naturally. They've been said many times. So many that it's practically inscribed in your memory. It feels like you're droning on forever. The kid isn't really listening, too.