Blown Through The Rift (Gaster!Sans X Reader)

~Chapter 12~

The first part of my Ink!Sans X Reader is published! Hopefully it isn't too bad.
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"(Y/N) please wake up! Please, I'm scared..."

The words rang in your skull as you surfaced into conscious. Your entire body was sore and aching but the voice was pleading for you too move. A loud groan erupted from your lips and you stirred.

You squinted against bright lights as you sat up. "(Y/N)!" They called again.

You looked down at the child and memories flooded you. An irritated groan spilled over your lip as you wrapped an arm around Frisk. "I'm guessing the calculator wasn't a bad dream?" You said jokingly.

Frisk giggled quietly but tears were in his eyes. "Yeah, sorry about that." He replied.

You pulled him close as he struggled against tears. "Sh... It's okay Frisk. I'll get us out of this. I won't let you get hurt."

He shook his head and grabbed your sweater in fistfuls. "I'm not worried about me! I'm worried about you (Y/N)! You keep throwing yourself in danger for me. I'm scared about what you'll do when Mettaton starts doing dangerous things."

You chuckled quietly. "Don't worry kid, I'm thick skinned."

Frisk scoffed. "Almost every time you wake up its after being hurt of waking up to being hurt."

You smirked. "Don't care kid. Every thing I do works out doesn't it? Trust me."

Frisk fell silent and looked away. "You're gonna push yourself too far (Y/N). What will I do then?"

He had dropped to a volume almost undetectable. His words shook you but you smiled. "Don't worry Frisk. That won't happen. I promise."

He snuggled against you and you pet his hair. As you sat, you looked around. You were laying on a small cot in an almost prison like room. There wasn't even a bathroom in sight. Finding nothing to observe further than that, you comforted Frisk quietly.

An hour later, a squeaking wheel brought a new noise to the air. The familiar shadow of the 'star of the underground' appeared in the door of the room. You looked at the robot in distaste and pushed Frisk behind you.

"Look! It seems someone sent me a dancing computer from the 1800's. Yay!" You faked enthusiasm dramatically.

"Oh my darling don't be so harsh! Look at it like this, your souls will be going to a great cause after your physical bodies die in the major fabulous way ever! You should be honored."

You hissed at the flamboyant tin can. "Even ATTEMPT to touch Frisk and I'll take you apart bolt my bolt and turn you into a broken toaster." You threatened.

"That's the spirit! Now save it for the stage will you? We do want a good show don't we?"

You flipped off Mettaton and he threw a gloved hand over his 'mouth.' "This is family friendly programming young lady!"

You stuck out your tongue and turned away from your captor. "Oh fuck you Metta-bitch." You snarled.

Frisk smacked your leg and you winked at him apologetically. He rolled his eyes and peered at Mettaton over you shoulder.

"See you at the show darlings~"
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Suddenly you were on a stage. An entire hour of your memory was missing and looked around a vacant stage confused. "Hello?" You called. "Frisk where are you?"

A pink spotlight appeared in the middle of the stage and you whipped around. Frisk turned around in the light and ran towards you. "(Y/N)! How did we get here?!" He asked.