[Undertale] Sans X Reader - Repeat, Eternally

Short Story to Keep You Occupied

It's called post-mortem and I'm in the middle of my exam right now but I wrote this for it and my teacher said I could keep it. Take it. Read it. Love it.

"Heya, sweetcheeks. It's a fine day to get the hell up."

My eyes fluttered open. Being awoken by a demon was the worst way to wake up in the morning.

"C'mon, sweetcheeks. You're gonna be late for the first day of college." I swung my legs off the side of my bed. On the floor was a beaten up cat plushie that looked like it was at the end of it's years. I walked past it, ignoring it.

I turned the corner to enter the bathroom, and it was sitting on the floor. The plushie I had aptly named Pierrot seemed to be grinning maliciously. I walked past it, and paid it no attention. I opened the mirror above the sink, and there Pierrot was. "C'mon, sweet cheeks, are we not talking?" Even though the idea of a cat plushie grinning was absurd, I could have sworn it's grin got larger.

I slammed the cabinet shut, and decided to make myself some breakfast. I quickly got some cereal from the cupboard beside the fridge. I couldn't care for the kind at the moment, so I grabbed a bowl and poured the cereal in. I placed the bowl on the table, put away my cereal, and got some milk and a spoon. When I turned back, however, Pierrot was sitting in the bowl. With a frustrated sigh, I put the milk back and lazily threw the spoon into the sink while grabbing my coat which was hanging on the back of a dining room chair.

It was the beginning of the second part of my life, or third, depending on if you counted the stages of childhood and the teenage dream seperately. I could hear the click, click, click of my shoes. I've always loved that sound. The lights flickered, and Pierrot was standing in my way. Not really standing, because he was a small cat plushie.

"Sweet cheeks, it's not really nice to ignore someone who goes out of their way to talk to you." I ignored the voice in my head, and continued to walk forwards. "You're gonna regret this, sweet cheeks." Pierrot threatened. I turned back to look at him, but he was long gone. I swallowed my fear and paranoia, continuing my previous route.

I entered the elevator and clicked the ground floor button. It lit up. Pierrot wouldn't be able to do much. Besides, he was a plushie. He's not dangerous at all... at least, I don't think he can be. Pierrot wouldn't.... would he? I attempted to withhold my potent and dark feelings.

The elevator dinged, and I regained myself, stepping out of the elevator. A couple people pushed past me, trying to get in. They were laughing and joking as if they were going to a party. The elevator doors closed. My eyes trailed down the now-empty hallway. Pierrot awaited me at the end.

"Sweetcheeks, where ya goin'?" I continued walking towards Pierrot, ignoring him completely. "Sweetcheeks, I insist you talk to me right now."

I refused, looking away from Pierrot. The cat plushie was gone when I looked back, but his last words lingered in the air. "That was my last time asking nicely."

As I exited the building, the angel statue in the garden began to move. It's head turned towards me, and I nearly recoiled in fear. I had seen what angel statues do in several movies and T.V. shows.

"Beware the cat that moves when all eyes are turned away." It whispered, in a hoarse voice. That info came a little too late. It's head moved back into place, and I was finally able to breathe. Seeing these things was extremely terrifying; I didn't want to anymore.

Yes, since I was a young child, I had seen things others could not. My mother got me medicine for my schizophrenia, but it didn't work. Even when they upped the dose to maximum, it wasn't enough, but I lied and said I no longer saw anything anyways. Pierrot was not the first of these things to appear; the very first was Laula. Laula was a young boy with a heart of gold, and we played day in and day out. Laula and I grew up together.

Laula had seen me get bullied on my way home from school, which got him extremely angry. The next day, those girls were dead. That was when I realized that it wasn't schitzo. That's when I realized I wasn't crazy.

After I yelled at him, Laula disappeared, never to be seen again. It's been two years, and Pierrot is the new Laula. At least, he thinks he is. He won't leave me alone.

All I've wanted was a peace of mind for 2 years now. If these things realize you can see them, they will never stop. That's why, ever since I met Pierrot, I have pretended that I cannot see him.

Laula told me about the things I saw. He said that they were alike to ghosts, but they weren't dead. They were very much alive. Laula also said that life meant nothing to his race, and that they would normally kill for sport.

I had asked Laula what his race was, and he said that he had just came into being one day without ever knowing how. Anyone he asked also agreed with having just blinked into existence. He didn't know who or what he was, or why he was here, but his race was full of bloodlust.

Pierrot was waiting for me on the sidewalk, and I stood completely still, staring at him.

"Sweet cheeks, you can't lie to me. I know who you are. I know what you do. I know what you see." Pierrot's laugh of poison filled my mind. "You can't escape me."

"Stop following me." I said. I was fed up with his antics. I didn't want him, and I didn't want to see him.

"Now, now, sweet cheeks, aren't we getting ahead of ourselves here? This is the first time you've spoken to me since we met. We gotta enjoy this moment." Pierrot's laugh filled the air and made me sick. A scent of decaying flesh came along with it.

"I don't want to enjoy any moments that have you in them." I whisper, under my breath. I was afraid.

"Well, isn't that funny?" Pierrot's plushie body began to grow, and the cracking of bones along with it. A long, bony arm followed by wiry claws grew out of his left leg, and the others shortly followed. His tail became alike to a club, rusted nails sticking out in every direction. His head morphed into a lion's with a giant maw. Instead of teeth, he had sharp glass jutting out from his gums. "You don't have a choice."

His real form was extremely terrifying and unpleasing, but I had no other choice but to face him.

"You can't hurt me!" I shouted.

"Wanna bet?" He grinned.

With a blink, he was beside me. He raised a skeletal, clawed arm and hit me as if I was a volleyball. I was tossed into traffic, and hit by an extremely large truck. Cars on the road began to stop, and I realized something. No more visions. Only blood.

"Carmine..." A voice said. I recognized it as Laula's. "Carmine, you're not going to be okay. You're losing a lot of blood."

"Laula..."

"I told you that we don't value life for a reason. Why wouldn't you go along with Pierrot? You would have lived a lot longer as his toy than as a dead body in traffic." Laula sounded unimpressed. "I left because I thought it would protect you, but I see now that you needed me. Therefore, Carmine, why don't you take my hand and be reborn?"

The blood from my vision cleared, and I saw Laula in all his glory. Long, blonde hair. Stunning blue eyes. It made me feel so safe. So warm. My hand reached for his, and I could faintly hear the sound of a thousand voices screaming.

"C'mon, girl. Stay with me!" The truck driver yelled, shaking my body. "You gotta keep your eyes open!"

The real world was so tempting. The one where I was physical and seeable. But what was there for me? It was the first day of college, and I felt like skipping class.

So I took Laula's hand.