Undertale - Patient Zero - Reader Insert

Chapter 3 - Cat-astrophe!

And yet, you knew your brain was right. Somewhere along when Undyne was pulling you, you seemed to black out, and now you were cold, and wet. And tired. But yet, you couldn't shake the feeling of not being alone. It felts if there were someone watching you in the shadows, evaluating. Watching. You sat up slowly, and looked around, sleepily. You were laid on concrete, and the only light that you could use was coming through a small vent in the wall.

-twitch, twitch-

You were thankful your cap had managed to stay on, somehow. You recall that your hat has some kind of supernatural ability to stay on your head when it shouldn't. Like, when hanging upside down, or running. Or jumping down off high ledges... So, where are you? A prison, quite frankly. You lay your hands on the floor, taking in everything. It was very dark, but you can easily make out a bed that seems to be literally hanging off the wall with chains, and some stairs. Your vision is mostly green, but splodges of grey blare through. Being able to see in the dark was definitely a good thing, otherwise you might've been panicking. Well, panicking more than you were now.

You let them get you. You decided 'fuck it' and look where it gets you. Nowhere, apart from a personal hell in a place you haven't even gotten familiar with yet, locked up by monsters for humans. Is this the way that monsters are able to live with humans? They make deals to catch abominations like yourself? Well, that doesn't seem too far off the mark. Every man for themselves, right? They'd been en-captured for years and years, and you've had all this freedom. You figure, that maybe this is their revenge of some sort. Thinking, you find it surprising that they harboured so much love in their hearts to not murder as many humans as they could; although apparently there were children killed in their attempts to escape. Maybe they gained civility back, or maybe...this was where they left humans to die and then they devoured their remains later on. Thinking about it, Undyne had unnaturally sharp teeth. Mind, she seemed to be mostly fish.

Suddenly, from the top of the stairs there were hushed whispers. You remember when you first woke just less than a moment ago, you had yawned. Its not often you yawn, as you seem to make some weird...strangled cat noise. You feel your hairs stand on end, your ears perking up, as you listened intently. "Was that a cat? There's a cat down there?" One, seemingly unfamiliar voice whispered. "Oh no, if that get aided her 'escape' then wouldn't that be...cat-astrophic?"

"BROTHER! WE HAVE BEEN SENT ON A VERY IMPORTANT MISSION TO BRING THE CAPTURED HUMAN TO UNDYNE! MUST YOU INSIST ON MAKING PUNS NOW?" A very, very loud voice boomed. Its then you noticed part of the wall shaking. That, must be the door. Right at the top of the staircase. There is snickering, as the conversation continues. "Paw-lease, Papyrus." A joking tone, yet there was a hint of something underlying. Brother....Papyrus... Was that what Sans usually sounded like? You think back to the rooftop, he sounded so different then. So much more...cold. Dead. Evil. But now, he sounded like a complete prankster, a kidder, someone who could never sound the same as that person on the roof. What else were you wrong about? Maybe this place was made out of candy and you could eat your way out? Bringing your knees close to your chest, you sit in silence for a few moments, thinking about what they said. They could come through any second, but for now, you just wanted to process their words. Papyrus, used the words 'captured human'. So, you've most definitely been caught. But human? You smile dimly to yourself. You were most certainly not human.

- Twitch -

Your ears twitch some more, just to remind you of that fact. That no matter how hard you tried, they are placed atop your head, and they are indeed, inhumane. Like your existence, almost. In fact, exactly. Sometimes, you thought you didn't deserve them, they let you have so many things. Like, being able to listen in on people, to know if anything important was happening, so you could secure yourself. You didn't really care about anyone else, especially not in that orphanage. Hand in hand, what a cheesy name. You chuckle bitterly at that too, and then let your head slump forward into your knees. Closing your eyes, you heard what you presumed to be the door swing open. Hissing almost silently, you could feel the warmth of the light fall onto you. Slowly, you opened your eyes, and looked up. Papyrus was the one at the door, and Sans was lingering behind. A creepy, goofy grin still on his face. The second he looked at you, his pupils disappeared, and he kept smiling. Hollow, broken and cold. Something within you resonates as you look at him. What was this feeling? Hatred? Jealousy?