*DISCONTINUED* Can you hear me? [Sans x Reader]

sixteen

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You didn't know how long it had been. You continued to walk through the streets until you legs grew too tired to walk any more. Instead of finding somewhere warm and inside to rest, though, you instead stumbled your way into an old playground, long since abandoned for the winter. Once there, you curled up under the shelter of the slide, thinking about everything and nothing at all. You had long since stopped shivering, you teeth, which had been chattering, were now still. Your eyes were open but dazed, and you weren't really seeing anything, barely even registering the white snowflakes that drifted around you. You weren't crying anymore, as the tears that had been steadily flowing from your eyes had frozen to your cheeks and stopped.

You're mind felt blank and heavy, and your emotions were just gone. You didn't know what to think anymore. You'd kept going over everything Mitchell had done, picking out every gesture and expression that seemed off. They all did now. Every smile was rehearsed, every movement planned, nothing about your relationship had ever been real. Once you'd come to that conclusion, you hadn't been able to stop yourself from looking at yourself; blaming yourself. If only you'd payed enough attention, if only you'd listened to Chris' and Mettaton's warnings, if only you'd not blinded yourself towards his discrimination. If you could feel you'd be disappointed with Mitchell, but you were also highly disappointed with yourself. Eventually that feeling gave way to the void and cold, and then you felt nothing at all.

You weren't really sure how long you sat there for, but after a while of being numb, you became aware of your phone ringing. That was the first thing that started bringing you back. You didn't want to come back to reality though, because reality hurt. Even so you slowly uncurled your arms, lifting your head from where you rested your chin on your knees. The display was lit up, and the device vibrating, signaling someone calling your phone. You barely read the name blinking at you, and just vacantly stared at the picture of you and Mettaton making duck faces. It was Mettaton's ID. It rang through to voicemail, and the screen went dark again. A second later it lit up once more, this time showing a picture of Undyne and Papyrus sticking their tongues out at you. Undye's caller ID. You let that ring through too. Your phone didn't light up again, and you went back to sitting in silence.

As the night wore on, you became aware of footsteps crunching to and fro in the snow. They never came close, just past the park by as they went on with their night. You never called out to them, and they never noticed you. Absentmindedly you counted the number of people that past, and was up to five when something changed. A sixth set of footsteps approached, hurrying through the snow towards you. This set started and stopped, then started again, walking slowly then hurrying to an almost run. They called out a name, which you were to drawn into yourself to recognize, then kept hurrying on. They came closer, but instead of hurrying past they paused again.

"kitten!" They yelled. "(y/n)!"

They sounded like someone you knew, but you didn't lift your head or call out to them in response. You were too far gone inside yourself to really register who it was, just that it was someone you knew. The voice prompted you to come out of the silent shell you hid yourself in, but instead you drew yourself in further. Inside you shell it was safe, inside, you didn't have to think about the pain or remember things you'd only question.

"(y/n)!" They yelled again, crunching closer. You lifted your head, and spotted a figure coming towards you. The air was thick with snow though, so you couldn't make out who they were. You caught them lifting their hand towards their ear, then as if on queue, your phone began to ring. You glanced down at the screen again, listening to it, watching as a picture of Sans snoozing on the couch lit up on the display. The sound cut out through the night, and the figure swung his gaze towards you, finally noticing you huddling in the cold. "kitten!" They yelled again, running towards you. As they came closer they came into focus, and you slowly looked up at who they were. First you saw pink slippers, then black shorts, a blue sweater, and a white head. Sans, you thought mutely, watching him approach from a disconnected perspective.