Addicted (Mafia Sans x Reader)

Chapter 9

Your P.O.V

"And you're absolutely sure of this Sans?"

"Yes sir, I am."

The conversation happening around you was hard to follow and by far, too much to take in, in your state of shock. They were arguing on your behalf. How do we protect him/her? How do we know what Chara will do? Questions like these and much more were flying around you. Mentions of monsters you knew were passed around. Places to hide, people to see, things to do. It started to really stress you out.

Fear and dread filled you, giving you a nervous itch. Your arms were itchy.  You scratched your arms but it only got worse. You kept scratching until they reddened. You couldn't stop itching your arms. You whimpered as you drew blood. 

"S-s-sans," you could barely even whisper his name. He didn't seem to notice. "S-sans it hurts." He still didn't notice. He was too busy talking to Asgore. You crossed your arms, hiding the blood and cleared your throat. You could handle this yourself. You didn't need to depend on San's help. You spoke up, "Mr. Asgore? Do you have a bathroom I may use?" 

He looked over and smiled pleasantly, "of course my child. Down the hall, third door on the left." 

You bowed and walked away. You found the bathroom and cleaned up your arms. The cold water felt good on them. The water numbed the pain and itch. You then dried off and went back out into the hallway. The hallway had many rooms and it didn't match up to what you had seen in your dream. It was obviously newer than the other rooms in the Underground. It was cleaner and looked nicer. 

Some part of you wanted to explore while part of you knew you shouldn't, as it would be rude but you ignored yourself. You wandered around, looking in one door and continuing to the next door. Nothing caught your eye until the last door. When you opened it, you found what seemed to be a storage unit. Odd glass cases held small vials with blue, glowing liquid. The Echo Tonic. 

You began to consider your options. Sans had said that Chara was after you because of the drug but at the same time, it made you strong enough to fight her. And it did feel nice when your veins were glowing too. So calming, so relaxing. It's OK if it's for protection right? If it's to help yourself and others, right? Your arms began to itch again, just thinking about it. 

"OK, just a little more to help. It's for a good reason." You said to yourself. 

You searched cabinets for a needle. Not surprisingly, there were many. They were very sanitary and individually packaged. Following instructions on the packaging carefully, you constructed the needle by attaching the needle to the syringe you also found in the cabinet. You filled the barrel with the Echo Tonic, pushing the plunger down so the air escaped. 

"It's for protection. It'll be OK." 

You injected the cold liquid into your blood stream. The glow flowed through your body but it was enjoyable. You put the syringe on one of the tables, slowly sinking to the floor, leaning against the wall. It felt nice.   

"There, I'm just being safe."