Insanity Lies.. (Psychotic! Sans x Suicidal Reader)

Moonlight..

Y/n's POV

W-what happened.. I stutter my breath as I look in front of me. My blarring vision covered my view, as I astonishingly looked to see someone, holding me from falling into the stubborn, bumpy road. It was an extremely pale man, with dark black hair, and a  bright blue hoodie. I gulp as I sighed, my h/c hair, falling into my face. They had a sadistic grin as they held onto my wrist, at the edge of a sidewalk. Looking forward of me, blarring lights and a wistful puff of smoke had clouded my view. My arms hurt painfully, reclining them from the man as red crease marks slip into my view, attempting to cover it as I hear cars honking, police yelling as I stood up straight. The man chuckled before grabbing a pocket knife, from his hoodie. He held it in from of my neck as I sighed mumbling "Please, just do it already.." He sadistically grins wider, before then looking to my arms, snickering "Your not even that worth being dead.." He kicked me onto the road as a car passed by, I elbow myself up as the car misleads me and misses me. I sigh and say "Can't even get run over, pft I'm pathetic.." I pushed myself off the road, sitting on the sidewalk as Moonlight struck my view. My hands had a f/c wispy aura as my hair glowed the same color. It was midnight, full moon as I looked to the patted, worn out use of my hands. 'Its easier to run away.. But today.. Today we got to~..' The words shuffled and collapsed in my mind as I felt a sudden urge that I was being watched. I looked up to see stars spell out my name in a smooth pattern that made my eyes glow, reflecting the notion. I then reflect a shining knife as it crossed the light, and swiftly abrupt my view. I saw the same man again, now in front of me with a knife pointing right at me in his pale hand. He then mumbled "Something is wrong with you.. Insanely wrong with you.." He had a slight growl before, turning back into a sadistic smile. "Who.. Who the hell are you.." I ask stubbornly, gripping the knife in my hand.. "Your worst nightmare, babe.." He replied  wishfully as I felt flustered.. "And who might you be.." He asked with a gust of air repelling.. "Someone who wants to die.." I reply, gripping the knife harder as blood oozes. He sighs, rolling his eyes and blowing the hair out of his face, then it started drizzling. Like it wasn't already cold enough.. He pulls the knife from my hand as blurry and buzzing lights appear behind him, police cars.. Then I see guns, tasers, and weapons be positioned at the two of us.. They ask us both as they demand me to put my hands up "Name, and Birthdate.." The man replies "Gaster, Sans... August 5.." 'So his name is Sans..' I then say flustered in thoughts "L-L/n, Y/n.. (DOB) *date of birth*" the police men nod, then setting us free.. I cross my arms and shuffle out of the rain to a nearby tree.. Sighing as I look to see Sans come twords me.. I turn my head the other way, and fall to my side.. Sans kneels down beside me and says "So.. Your Y/n.. " I then say sighing "Yep, Y/n the suicidal freak.. Your Sans huh.." He nods slowly as he grips my arm.. "What.." I hiss as I turn the other way.. "Sorry.. For trying to kill you is all.." He mummers, fumbling with his knife. Rain streams down the sides of the tree, as city lights glitter in the midnight fog.. I then say "Can't you see.. I wanted to die.. " I fog out of my breath as I shiver. I was wearing a no-sleeved f/c shirt, skinny jeans, and black boots.. I sighed, Sans looks to me as I prop up against the tree, sitting against it as he sits beside me "It's really coming down.." Rain turns to ice, ice turns to snow.. Sans saw as I curl up, shoving my knees to my chest without saying a word. His hand shuffles in his hair as he dragged it across smoothly. He chuckles.. I then see as a blanket of snow appeared in a heart shape "Oh how cheesy.." I mumble as Sans, grins and looks to me.. "How can you be so stubborn, yet so beautiful at the same time.." He lifts his hand up to my chin as he smiles softly.. I sighed, biting my tounge as I mumble "I'm not pretty.. I'm not anything.. I'm not sure who I even am.." I lean my head against my knee, as we both watch the falling snow..