Stuck in Between (Reaper!Sans X Reader)

~Chapter 2~

Ignoring his comment, you snarled protectively. "You don't know anything about me. Now leave us alone, we don't want you here."

Sans laughed, returned to his straight posture. "Looks like Little Miss Lost Soul doesn't have her memories either."

"Just leave her be Sans. (Y/N) is at peace here. Let us share this happiness in quiet."

Something in your stomach twisted and you looked at Toriel. It was a lie. You loved to be here with Toriel, weaving crowns and feeding the animals, but something lingered in your mind. Something was missing, something important. You needed to figure this out... but not by him.

"You don't have anything to offer me. Just go away." You said in a quiet tone.

Toriel looked at you with concern, recognizing the confusion in your voice. Sans seemed to recognize the emotion to, but turned away.

"Fine, I'll leave you be." He said curtly.

You looked at him in awe, surprised he would give up so easily. He turned just enough to glance at you. "But I'll be coming back for your answer."

"My answer?" You asked.

Sans nodded. "Whether or not you'll come with me."

Gritting your teeth, you yelled. "I'LL NEVER-"

"For now I'll just leave you with a little sample." He cut you off.

He snapped his skeletal fingers and smirked. "See you then Lost Soul."

His figure dissolved into a shadow and he disappeared. As soon as the last speck of him disappeared, excruciating pain lanced your head. You screamed and crumbled to your knees.

Why would this make me want to be with him?!

Suddenly it numbed, and you were left shaking slightly. Cautiously, you opened your eyes, one at a time.

The area around you changed. The plants and animals had morphed into a snowy blizzard, only vague shapes to give you some sort of direction. Despite the biting cold and near blindness, you felt a warmth in your chest. You felt... happy. Your voice rang out in a clear tone, child-like enthusiasm in your words. It now occurred to you that you were merely a passenger to these events. You had no power.

"Come on Frisk! We'll be late if we don't hurry up! According to Toriel, Pap's spaghetti is decent tonight, and I'm starving." You yelled.

From the frosty winds, you watched a child appear. He wore a blue and purple striped jumper. His eyes were squinted into thin lines in an adorable manner. His skin was tanned but not weathered by sun in any way. His brown hair was messy from the wind and an oversized blue jacket was wrapped around him. He smiled at you, grabbing your hand. "Okay (Y/N), let's go!"

You led the way towards a large house. It seemed to be an ordinary two-story but it seemed especially warm and inviting in some way. Outside the house, two mailboxes stood. One looked almost new and the other was damaged by the surplus of mail sticking out of it. The overfilling one was labeled in blue letters, Sans. The pristine and empty one was labeled with neon orange letters spelling Papyrus.

You rolled your eyes at the full one like it was an old joke. It felt funny to look at. You opened the door of the home with a key from your pocket, swinging it open to find a congregation of smiling monsters. The Frisk child released your hand and dove into the mess, giggling.

Your eyes followed him and a quiet giggle fell from your lip. A tall fish woman threw an arm around you and pulled you into a side hug. She wore dark jeans and a black tank top. Her eyes were yellow orbs, one hidden from view by an eyepatch.