~War~ A G!Sans X Reader

8~

8~ A Prison
"I see you like to nap, kid." A voice called from the dark.
"You seemed a little lost in your thoughts. A penny for your thoughts kid?" You heaved a sigh, and looked into the abyss once more.
"Just a dre- scratch that, a nightmare. What time is it?"
"It's three am, be quiet human." He calmly replied, a little too calm for your liking.
"What happened that day? Where's papyrus, Undertale sans, underfell sans and everyone else?" You queried.
"That's none of your business." He spat those unkind words easily, but you paid no attention.
"What was your dream?" He glanced at the door, ears open for your response. But of course, he wasn't expecting this.
"And I guess that's none of your business either, now is it?" Your -a little too cocky - comment bugged him, but he made no move.
"So? Look kid, it's always by business-my duty, really. But, your human. You wouldn't know my struggles." But you knew otherwise. His struggles, your struggles. It's the same thing, really. everyday is torture. But your not letting anything get to him.
"Go away" you told him, giving him a fierce glare as you spoke.
"Well then, I guess this is goodbye." But before he climbed the stairway out, (there in a basement) he was suddenly beside you, as your body got engulfed in a gold hue, similar to the one in your dreams.
"Get. Dunked. On." You were smashed violently to the wall as he walked nochantly back upstairs. You Sat there, huffing and puffing, catching your breath.
Gaster Sans pov
That kid won't last three days. So arrogant she is. I huffed as I plopped down on my bed. Sorry brother, I had to use your line there.
noS, od ouy evah sgnileef rof eht dlihc¿
No way, father.
Era uoy erus? I neam, sith si eht tsrif namuh uoy evah nekat ni.
Father, I am not 'taking them in' I am making them pay for there sins.
Tahw snis?
Tricking us, Father. They made a trap.
I ees. Tub, tahw fi rouy gnorw?
I am for sure about this father. Unless you somehow got something different from that situation?
Sey, tcafni. Ehs tnew emoh gniyrc. Reh dneirf si won reh ymene. Did uoy teg taht?
No way father. She speaks unkind words often.
Tahw tuoba uoy?
Father, go to sleep.
Yako, rof uoy. Ylno rof uoy.
Damn old geezer hasnt a clue what hes talking about. He'll see.

Your pov
I sat there sniffling, grasping my journal.

Maybe I should write in it for the first time in a long time?