Bonerable (Gaster!Sans X Reader)

☆Chapter III☆

The following days were the same as usual, Sans comes by he talks to you, you answer something that he disagrees about and leaves saying he was gonna do a patrol. It was getting very boring quickly, at least Comic was mostly there so it was bearable.

Tonight you went to sleep with a sour feeling in your gut; you weren't sure why but it was evident that it was present. You squirmed uncomfortably in the corner positioning yourself by hugging your knees. Comic who was pressed against the cell bars let out a low schuffing noises towards you.

"It's alright b-boy.." You said, but he wasn't satisfied with that. He stood up his bones popping everytime as he moved, he was facing you now; the dual coloured smoke wafting out of every hole in his skull gave off a dim light in the room. "I said I'm alright Comic." You buried your face on your knees.

You felt a chilly air explode into the room along with a bright blue light. You quickly lifted your head in surprise only to find that Comic was now no where to be seen, scooting furthur into the corner feeling rather creeped out.

You heard Sans' footsteps at the hallway as he got in you observed his walk, he swaggered with a long, loping gait, one which just looked unusual for someone of his size. He took deep, heavy breaths, snuffled a bit when he smelled something unusual, among other behaviors that confused you to no end.

"Hey kid, have you seen where Comic had gone?" He asked with a hint of worry in his voice.

"No I didn't, he just disappeared."

"Well, can't go out to look for him now it's too bark outside." You hummed an approvement.

"So, why aren't you asleep?"

"Couldn't." You returned your forehead to your knees.

He eyed you suspiciously. "You alright? Something bothering you?" He sat down infront of you.

"No. I'm fine." You growled.

"C'mon you can talk to me now." He crossed his arms and looked at you with a lazy smile.

"No I couldn't if I tried." You barked at him.

"Why is that?" Sans gave you an unamused look.

You could careless about answering due to the pang of pain that hit your stomach.

He let out a frustrated sigh before you heared of what seems to be the sound of flicking a lighter open.

You looked up at him seeing a cigarette inbetween his teeth, with the smoke coming out of his eyesockets and nose, he smirked at you before blowing the smoke towards you.

You faught the urge to cough and fan it away.

"That personality of yours is gonna get you killed out there."

"Better than being prisoned."

He laughed before standing up and leaving.

You growled loudly before slamming your fist onto the wall. Ignoring your stinging hand you tried to catch some sleep in order to get ready for tomorrow's wonderful conversation with Sans.

With your head now dipping lightly and your whole body relaxing you fell asleep.