Cryophobia - (Sans x Reader)

t w e n t y - t w o

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{your p.o.v.}

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Slowly fading away turns out to be more painful than you'd expect. It takes a while to erase really big mistakes.

And as you fade, you remember things. Rather small things, but they're key parts of your existence. Aren't we all made up of small things? Tiny memories, which turn into bigger ones. Slowly, you grow.

You grow some more.

But you've stopped growing, you're dying now.

If there is such thing as fate, it's cruel. Or maybe it's only cruel in your eyes. Or if we dive deeper, there's no such thing as cruelty when we're talking about the workings of the world. There's life, then there's death.

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You remember, when you were younger. Swinging on a swing beside Frisk. They're laughing, the sunlight casting long shadows as the sun slowly fades. And Haynes is there, too. He's pushing you both on the swing. He's smiling, too. His wife is at home all is as it should be. But she dies, too.

We all die. Every other hope, or wish, is untrue. Even love, in the face of death, isn't anything at all. Love... after death?

No...

No, it's not possible.

Maybe I'm a pessimist for looking at it this way. But it's the truth, isn't it?

Memories flood back, more intense than before.

Haynes and Sans are sitting together, talking about you. Sans says something, and Haynes laughs. He pats Sans' shoulder, nearly knocking him over. Haynes has never been a gentle man. Frisk is running toward them, laughing and cheering. Toriel is making pie, Undyne and Alphys are cuddling on the couch. On the TV, Mettaton's show is playing.

But where are you?

And suddenly, you appear next to Sans. He grabs your hand and you sit down, sharing a seat next to each other. This is what life could have been. A whole family, together. But just as you step in the picture, you're gone again. The apparition of you slowly fades away. Your family continues on, laughing and talking to each other. They don't need you after they are free. They never have needed you.

You made your choice a long time ago, (y/n).

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Who am I?

Who's been telling you this story?

Well, you've known all along...

It's dark, but you know it's me. You know my voice, you always have.

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How could you forget?

It's me, (y/n).

My name is...

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"Dear child, wake up. You are our only hope." Asgore is sitting next to you, holding tight to one of your hands. All of your friends surround you, crowding the room. Even Toriel stands there, but the last time you saw her... she was in the ruins, no? And then there's Sans. He has your hand.

And you know, deep down, even if you're awake... you're slowly dying here. The bandage around your chest does nothing for the slow loss of determination. It's already starting to soak the bandage, which looks brand new.