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

seventeen

*I am so sorry you guys! I didn't expect it to take me this long to write this chapter, and a lot of stuff delayed me this week. Long story short I go to school in a different city than I live, and since I'm done for the summer I had to move back home. That happened on Saturday. Getting ready kept me occupied, which is why this is so late! But hey, it still got out on April 25th for me, so yay? I'm super sorry!

The next chapter will (probably) be out on May 2nd, but I'm warning you now, I can't make any promises. Once again I find myself coming into a very busy week, so I may have to delay the chapters release. Sorry again!

Enjoy!*

To say your sleep was unrestful would be the understatement of the year. Despite dosing off, you slept fitfully and uncomfortably. The couch may have played a part in it, as did you're still stinging cheek, but the majority of the restless sleep was credited to your over active thoughts. If you were awake, you were thinking about what had happened, and if you were actually asleep you were having nightmares about it. In some you were running from a shadowing figure, in others Mitchell was transforming from the smiling figure of your past, to the cruel man you knew hid under the mask.

The most recent of your dreams though was you, sitting alone in the cold. This time though, Sans wasn't the one who found you. Instead, you found yourself surrounded by faceless fans, swarming towards you and around you. They pulled you up, they pushed you around, but they were heedless to your cries of pain and fear. You tried to fend them off as they tugged at your hair and ripped your clothes, but they were too strong. Lights flashed, blinding you and scaring you, making you unable to see the faces of those surrounding you. Suddenly, the crowd was gone, leaving you alone and sobbing brokenly in the snow. Then, someone was there again. They grabbed your hair roughly, pulling hard so you were forced to your knees. Then they leaned down and hissed in your ear, "You think you can get away? You think you're safe?" Fear clutched your heart as you sobbed, knowing that Mitchell had found you again. You felt cold hands snaking around your neck and squeezing.

Then you woke up with a panicked gasp. You bolted up, clenching the blanket spread over your lap tightly and panting hard. Tears streamed down your cheeks, dripping silently into the darkness around you. It was just a dream. You thought to yourself, tried to convince yourself. It was only a dream. Your safe.

Only, you couldn't quite believe it.

Shivering, you tucked yourself into a ball and pulled the blanket tightly around yourself, trying to keep warm and trying to calm down. Your heart continued to pound in your chest though, and your breaths remained shallow and raspy. Was this to be your fate now? To be afraid of everywhere you went, and everyone you encountered? Even you fans? You didn't know, but you hoped not. But you couldn't help but add that to your long list of worries and fears.

After about five minutes of trying to recover from that chilling dream, you breathing finally evened out, and your heart rate finally slowed. You were still far from being calm though, and still felt the claws of panic digging into your heart. You didn't know how to get rid of the feeling, and you doubted it was going away on it's own anytime soon. Even though you knew you were safe, and you knew you weren't alone, but you couldn't shake the chaotic emotions and thoughts swirling through you. You still felt lost and confused, and honestly you didn't know what to do with yourself anymore. You were confused about your relationships, felt upset about losing all your belongings, and didn't know what to do about work. You're whole life had fallen apart, and you wondered if you were having an existential crisis. You might be, as you felt like you didn't know anything anymore.

Suddenly, startled cry sounded upstairs, breaking you from your worries. The cry was followed by a loud thump, then an audible curse, and from the voice you knew that the noise was coming from Sans' room. You wondered what had happened. Maybe he fell out of bed? Without warning, you felt as if you didn't want to be alone anymore. You wanted comfort, and a friend. You... well, you wanted Sans. He'd found you before, and maybe he'd be able to find you again, and pull you from your confused state of mind. You wanted to be near him right now. Even if he wasn't up, or wouldn't let you in his room, maybe just sitting outside his door would help ease your anxieties. Maybe I should check to see if he's okay? You thought hesitantly, giving yourself a reason to go up there. Standing up on shaky legs you started towards the stairs and headed up, dragging one of the blankets along behind you with one hand, just in case. You didn't hear anything else from Sans' room, and you hoped he was up. A you reached the top of the stairs, Papyrus pulled open the door to his room, startling you.