Bonerable (Gaster!Sans X Reader)

☆Chapter VIII☆

Sans paced around the outskirts of town with a heavy heart, he sighed and continued on while chewing on the butt of the cigarette. While Comic on the other hand was a jittery mess always jumping at the slightest noise or scurrying at every movement he catches in his peripheral vision. Sans sighed again, Comic's new model wasn't auppose to act like this.

"Stand guard boy." Sans gave Comic a quick pat on his flank causing the skeledog to yelp and flinch. "Whoa easy there Comic." Sans hushed him with a quick tap on his snout.

Sans looked around with suspision, everything seems peaceful in this part of town. With a snap of his fingers he and Comic were teleported in another part of town, the place where he found you hiding, he inspected the area finding items such as bullet shells and.. dust.? He got down on one knee and collected some in his fingers uncovering another bullet shell and a few green scales. He sighed, another life took away by the hands of humans.

He stood up and clapped his hands together in a attempt to get rid of the dust. This place is clear, the humans probably left after the ambush.

"Find anything Comic?" Sans affectionately asked the skeledog who was fearfully crouched behind him. "C'mon Comic, don't be like that." Sans murmurred turning around and looking at him with pleading eyes, Comic looked a up at him with fear in his. "Comic."

Who was he kidding? He can't keep remolding the same dust into the same figure after it had seen so much.

"C'mon buddy, you're the only one I have left. Don't do this to me." Comic let out a pained whine before combusting back into dust due to it's unstable magic.

"Buddy.. Comic.." Sans whispered grabbing a handful of Comic's dust; he thought about remaking him but what if everything just replays infront of him? He could always make a new and improved Comic but that would just cost too much work, time and magic; and he needed all those three inorder to survive out here. "Gosh darnit Comic."

Sans teleported home feeling much worst than he did before, he just wanted to forget all this and reset, sadly the reset doesn't work out here, and Mt. Ebott was pretty much government property now.

"Sans?"

He stood in the shadows and remained quiet.

"Sans?"

The human exited their room and began rummaging around; opening drawers, cabinets and checking shelves. They stopped infront of the window; they seemed hesitant to look out.

"Excuse me but who told you that you could leave your room?" The human flinched causing Sans to chuckle at how easily frightened they are.

"Well, you weren't here a while ago so I thought I know you know explore a bit."

Sans felt the feeling of loss quite unbearble now inorder to numb it he brought his cigarette and lit one up. He saw the look of curiousness in their eyes. "Oh, how rude of me. You want one?" They politely declined. "Alright suit yourself."

Sans felt uneasy with the confortable atmosphere.

"So, tell me kid why didn't you escape from me a while ago?" Sans removed the cigarette from between his teeth onto the middle of his index and middle finger.

"Well it seems that escape is rather dim with your powers and such." Sans forced himself not to frown, if someone wanted to leave him then let them be.

"Oh really? If you just ran away from me I would have let you go." Sans walked over to the human attempting to be as intimidating as he can. He could see them practically shaking. "But no, you decided to stay.. why is that?"

"I c-could always leave i-if you want." Sans smirked as they began to stutter, but he wasn't gonna let them think that them could get away with whatever they want now.

"You can't now, you're in my domain and whatever enters couldn't leave even if they wanted to~" Sans ruffled their hair playfully. "I suggest you go back into your room kiddo, unless you wanna witness real hell."

What ever went into their mind as Sans said that, he will never know.

He was amused as they scrambled to get away. "Why run when you'd always give in, in the end?" Sans placed his cigarette back in place before taking a long drag.

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[[a/n; Sans' pov obviously, and yes I killed Comic off]]