Lost {Underfell!Sans X Abused!Reader}

( 2 )[ Skeletons ]

Once you woke up, you were in the dark. You couldn't see a thing. But you could hear some voices outside of the room you were in. One was the deep voice you heard when you were in the darkness, and the other was very high pitched but masculine at the same time.

You sat up and winced, your bruises aching more than they had ever ached. You listened to the voices, hoping to get information.

"She seems.. Different." The deep voice said.

"SINCE WHEN DID YOU WANT TO SPARE A HUMAN?" The higher-pitched voice shouted.

"Because, Papyrus, she could be useful. I'm telling you, she gives off a different vibe." The other voice answered. You shiver, feeling odd about being useful to a stranger.

"FINE THEN! SHE'S YOUR RESPONSIBILITY THEN!" There other one said, Papyrus, yelled again. His voice was very high pitched and loud. It made you flinch every time he said something. 

You hear a snort and then more footsteps. You uneasily sink down against the wall and wait.

The door opens, and you see an odd looking skeleton with hollow eye sockets. He was wearing a dark red hoodie with a black, fuzzy hood. He was also wearing black sports shorts and slippers. You look down, realizing that you were staring. Oops.

The room was very silent, and the only light was from the dim hallway behind the room. The weird skeleton was staring at you, examining you. You felt very awkward, but you didn't say anything. You were too nervous.

Finally, the skeleton cleared his throat. "What's your name, kid?" He asked, leaning on the wall besides him. You looked away, embarrassed.

"(Y/N)..." You answer, shaking slightly. The skeleton smirks.

"What a pathetic name," He scoffs, but he didn't sound sarcastic one bit. You wince and bite your lip. (Sans you beach) "I'm Sans." He said, slowly walking towards you. You swallowed nervously, tears starting to fall down your cheeks.

"Aww, now the little (Y/N) is crying. Boohoo." Sans mocked, rubbing his eyes sockets like a baby would. But you weren't amused. You pulled your knees up to your face and whimpered quietly, wanting to die.

Sans finally stopped and stood in front of you, about 2 feet away from your shivering, whimpering body. He sighed and placed his hands in his pockets casually. "Hey kid," He started, and you peeked out from your knees to look at him. "If you weren't different... You'd be dead already." He admitted, and you tensed up.

"So that means, you need to stop crying." He demanded and narrowed his eyes. (Since skulls can totally do that) You shiver and close your eyes, the tears slowly stopping. "I don't know what's up with you, but you are... Different than the others." He said, his voice softening. You open an eye and stare at him, not speaking.

"Now, tell me why you were out in my forest alone." Sans demanded, making you flinch. You inhale sharply.

"I-I was running a-away..." You nervously answer.

"Why?" The questioning came again.

"I-I.." You started, tears coming again. "--was b-being a-a-abused..." There was complete silence after that. Sans was staring down at you with a frown. He was quite intimidating as well.

After a while, Sans starts the questioning again. "Abused by who..?" His voice was surprisingly soft, and you relaxed just a little before answering.

"My... My f-father..." You answer for the last time. "He always c-comes home drunk... A-and he.. He... K-killed... M-my mother..." You say, breaking out in more sobs. Sans's gaze slowly softens, and you wonder why. He looked like the kind of guy that could, and would, kill you when he saw you. But apparently, he was feeling pity for her.

Sans sighed and pulled his hands out of his pockets, placing a hand on his forehead. "Look, kid, that's not very good. But I'm not going to sit here and comfort you," He said, listening to your stressing sobs. You couldn't take it anymore. You were knocked out, kidnapped, and who knows where Millie was. She was the last thing you loved.

Sans growled. "Why are you doing this?" He questioned. "You're making me feel... Bad about you." He took his hand off his forehead and he stepped towards you again. "Stop it." He demanded with a glare. But you couldn't stop. The sibs kept coming and coming, and you knew that they wouldn't stop.

Finally, Sans slammed his foot against the floor and his left eye flared red. "I said stop!" He yelled, and you finally lowered the sobs to small whimpers.

Then there was silence for a little while. When you finally stopped the whimpering, Sans crouched down in front of you. "Listen," He hissed through his gritted teeth. "I'm not showing pity for you, (Y/N). I'm just keeping you here because you're... Different."

You wiped tears from your cheeks and looked around the room, ignoring how close Sans was to you. You were looking for your backpack, which contained Millie and your iPod and headphones. It also contained some food, like a package of beef jerky and a water bottle.

"That's downstairs," Sans said once he saw what you were looking for. "I didn't want you to get your iPhone out or anything," He said while looking into your eyes like he was examining you.

"M-Millie..." You say with a hoarse voice from all the crying.

"The cat?" You nod. "Oh, Papyrus thought she was cute. So he took her into his room for a companion for a while." Your eyes widen and you flinch. You didn't even know who this "Papyrus" was and he already took your cat.

Sans stood up, stretching. "I'll go get it, if you want?" Sans said, and you nodded immediately. You were glad that he was at least kind to you. "Alrighty, just stay here." Sans said, and wondered out of the room. He quickly locked the door behind him so you had no escape.

And then the room was pitch black again.

(Eyyyy

This chapter was longer than I expected.. But oh well.

I'm having fun writing it. Do you guys like it?

Meh whatever. Millie's fine, dun worry!

Oh and by the way, I don't know much about Underfell so... If I'm doing their personalities wrong, tell me. Please.

Anyways, that's it for tonight! I'll post another few chapters tomorrow.)