Undertale - Patient Zero - Reader Insert

Chapter 6 - Dead cat.

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You stare at him for a moment, shock running through you. How long had he been there, watching you? Why did he, why did anyone, have to see you so...pathetic? "I-I can refill it myself." You say, clutching the hand with a forceful grip. Right now, you just want him to go away. But he doesn't seem to be wanting to do that. Instead, he takes a step closer. You want to hiss at him, but resist the urge to. You want him out. You don't even want to be here.

God, why were you so pathetic today?! Your a cat with razor like bad-ass reflexes why did you have to be such an emotional wreck?

"It's...really no problem. Magic n all. And...something tells me that your not - tall enough to get to the sink." He says, trying to joke around. You just sigh, and try to relax your muscles as you look at him, still holding the glass. Your cheeks are cold, and he's being nice. You just pass him the glass, and look away. "Fine." You can't bare to look at him look at you with pity. You should have just ran off when you had the chance, gotten out of here. What good can having around with monsters do anyway?

He walks out the room, and returns moments later, leaving the glass on the dresser. He pauses, looking out the window. "Hey, look, kid..." He tries to start up conversation, but you turn away from him, and hide yourself in your white, slightly tear-stained sheets, staring at the wall. You embrace the warmth, and you can feel his lingering presence behind you. You stay still, and hope he'll go away. "Goodnight, Sans." You say, cold, and emotionless. This was unfair. He was being unfair. He was making you care. That's immensely unfair.

"I just wanted to say I'm sorry. The guys seem to like you...even though your not one of us." You can feel a slight twinge of warmth in his voice as he speaks about his friends. His friends. Not your friends - his. Your turn to face him in the bed sheets. "Can you please just go?" You ask, looking up at him. Your tired, your eyes once again hurt, and everything is just terrible today. The nightmares, the blood...it was a bad day. He sighs, and turns to walk away. "Night." He walks out the door, but stops for a moment. "_____?" He says your name, questioning.

You don't ask him why. He closes the door, and you stare at the ceiling, thinking about today. Your just so...pathetic. No wonder you can't have friends - you suck at maintaining friendships. All of this, you suck at it. Maybe Sans was more right than you like to admit; all you can do is...hurt people. You breathe out an audible sigh, and toss and turn all night.

The morning comes, and you feel terrible. You wipe the sleep from your eyes, and return the tissue box to the bathroom before anyone in the house seems to be awake. As you down the last of the water Sans refilled from last night however; you can easily tell one of the brothers is awake. "HUMAN!" Papyrus yelled, as clobbering could be heard from the staircase. He throws your door open, as you sit on the bed, and smile weakly at him. "Good morning Papyrus." You yawn, tiredly, and he beams at you, promising to make you a lovely breakfast. Apparently, Toriel and Frisk are coming around later today as well for dinner.

As you set down your glass, your picked up and hauled into the living room against your will. He sits you down on the sofa, in front of their TV. It's quite comfortable, actually. Then, he walks into the kitchen, and returns with three plates of spaghetti - one precariously balanced on his head. "SAAANS!" He yells up the stairs, as he places down the plates. You can hear the clicking of a lock, and as you look up at the 2nd floor corridor, you can see Sans peering over the bannister down at Papyrus. "You made breakfast already? Sweet." Sans nonchalantly walks down the stairs, and takes a seat as far away from you as humanely possible. You eat the spaghetti in relative silence, and finish rather quickly. Your cat ears twitch, and you can hear someone near the door. Approaching on foot.