Bonerable (Gaster!Sans X Reader)

☆Chapter XVIII☆

"Why do we even have to start packing? I barely have anything." You looked at Sans who was fantically dashing around. "What are you even looking for?"

"Kid look, as I said we're moving to the base and that's that." He disappears into a storage room and reemerges with a box. "We'd be a lot safer there."

You stayed silent and began to think, if Sans was so eager to leave for there then might it be a monster place? If so how will they treat you? You do not want to return to a wretched cell. "Sans, is it a monster base?"

"Yes, you'll love it ther-"

"You mean I'll love it in a cell?" You retorted sarcastically earning a glare from Sans.

"No. Did you hear me say you're staying In a cage?" He places the box on a table before rummaging in it.

"How should I know? If you see us humans as blood thisty creatures then what would they think?" You felt anger wash over you and began fuming. "Would I be caged or maybe killed? I don't know! Both sounds fucking terrible!" You rose your voice above minimum.

"Would you shut up?! We will deal with this when we get there!"

"We'll deal with this when I'm dead? Goody!"

"Just pack your fucking things, we leave in a hour." Sans just continued rummaging.

Feeling quite unstable you decided you didn't wanna face Sans' annoying face and went downstairs to the main exit.

"Oh great, yea! Good fuckin riddance!" You heard Sans yell before stepping outside, you scrounge up your face in anger and marched away. Only to be great by Serif in the doorway who was move that happy to see you.

"You're a sight for sore eyes boy." You patted him and continued on. "You coming Serif?" He bounded besides you happily with a little spring in his step, you smiled and petted him again. "I'm leaving this place Rif, and no one's stopping me."

Serif gives off an ear splitting whine as you both trailed furthur from hom- you mean't hell.

"I mean, really? His forcing me into a monster base after they had seen what we people had done?! He must've cracked his skull far worse than I thought!" You told the oblivious Serif about your problems who was help you cope by eagerly listening. "To think that after he help me hostage I'd be all smitten with him! I'm disgusting! It's like Stockholm Syndrom all over again!"

Serif's pace has quick put into a halt as his body moments became stiff. With his front paw folded in midstep and tail awfully straight, yu knew something was up.

"Serif, what do you sense boy?" You scopped the area you were both in and found no one. You gently grabbed Serif by his collarbones and dragged him to the shadows for better coverage.

The skeledog remained stiff and docile until you both heard the echoing of footsteps around the pavement.

"I know who owns that footsteps.. fucking hell.." And you were right Sans was just around the corner looking at you both with a lazy smirk.

"Missed me?"

"Fuck you."

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[[a/n; gotta cut that short for now UAU]]