[DISCONTINUED] - Heaven's Tree - (Sans x Reader)

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a/n:

Sup? :D How are you doing today, darling? <3

If you read Cryophobia, you'll remember the question of the chapter. Well, I'm going to keep doing that. It's fun, sue me. :3 So here we go.

QUESTION 4 U:

What's one thing in the world, no matter what, that absolutely calms you and sets you at ease? Even if you're having the worst day of your life, what's that one thing you can turn to? I love hearing people talk about the things that make them smile. 

ANSWER 5 ME:

Bastille. It's always been Bastille for me. I doubt it will ever stop being the one thing that truly makes me happy. Bastille, and for when I need to pour out my heart and soul... writing. Because when I write something I really, really care about... I'm literally just screaming internally as I type.

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{your p.o.v.}

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When you wake up there's a heavy and slow sense of discontentment buried deep inside your chest. 

You feel like you can't speak or breathe. As much as you struggle against the bonds that hold you, there's nothing you can do. For awhile you are curled up on the ground, unable to do much of anything.

Taking a shuddering, deep breath... you start to hum a tune that Frisk taught you a long time ago. It's a surprise you still remember it. But for some reason, it has always stuck in your mind. The tune is sweet and delicate. 

You think if nature had a sound, the song you're humming would be its favorite song. The sound that almost defines the tranquility. 

The humming eases up the bonds, and slowly you're able to function again. For a while you contemplate what to do. It's as if your mind hit a sudden blank. No options seem available anymore. Everything seems... hopeless. If that's even the right word.

Stuffing your sleeping bag in to your backpack, you start walking again. It's a really, really long walk. Halfway through, you want to give up and just go back home. Who cares if there's nothing left for you there? You have the garden... the tree, the movies, the CDs, food... everything you need really, to be happy. Except another's company. But what does that matter, anyway?

Who needs other people, or monsters, if you have yourself? It just doesn't make any sense. Dependency... relying on another person to give you what you want. Relying on others to fix things for you, to fix your feelings and your needs. Your lip curls back with disgust at the thought. Maybe that's why you've always grown up lacking a bit of love.

You're actually lonely, aren't you?

Though, you're kind of a hypocrite. 

Your parents have always provided everything for you. That new CD from the singer you love? Done, in the blink of an eye. The new movie everyone is talking about? Guaranteed, you're exclusively watching it before everyone else. You could have all the material items you ever wanted... yet... your feelings, they were never provided for.

You're kind of a spoiled brat, to put it bluntly. Spoiled in everything but feelings. But you're going to get a very rude awakening soon enough, my love. Once you realize you didn't bring nearly enough money with you, you're in for a treat.