Psychotic (Sans X Reader)

☆Ch.2 Home☆

A/n: Hello kiddies! Welcome back! This is my first Sans x Reader on here and I hope you guys read it and enjoy it! Please vote and comment! It means a lot, thank you! o(^▽^)o
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A small shadow looms over you.

"Hello there!"

You're shocked to see that it was a flower with a face, it looked like all the other flowers that lead you here. Maybe this one can help you, I mean it did lead you here after all...

"You're a talking flower...." You say bluntly.

"Duh. I mean yes! Yes I am! You're a human right? Aw are you lost? Don't worry! I'll help you!" It chirps.

You feel a little uneasy but when the flower says this you feel hopeful and relieved. As if soft piano music dims slowly in the background.

"I'm Flowey! Flowey the flower! And in this world, we use sweet little petals to help us, which we call LV! You know what LV means???? It means love of course!" Flowey cheers.

You smile slightly at its behavior, maybe this wouldn't be so bad, finally someone you can trust.

"Now I'm gonna share some of my love with you, are you ready?" Flowey beams.

Slowly you stand and dust off your dress, which is now much of anything anymore. Your fall destroyed most of it, giving it a dull color due to dirt and rips. Holes cover it, what once was a beautiful dress was nothing more then cloth. You hover over Flowey, who looks up at you with a smile on its face.

"Here we go!" It calls.

A petal appears in front of you, sparkling with elegance. You want to touch it and feel the feeling of the happiness. As you step closer, the petal turns dull and forms into something more like a sharp thorn. This scares you and you take a step back. However it doesn't help any since the thorn like object shoots towards you and glides across your shoulder. You yelp with pain and grab your shoulder. With wide eyes you stare at Flowey, who's grin turns more maniacal.

His laugh surrounds you, disoriented, sending shivers down your spine. Blood slowly pours through your fingers and down your arm, seeping from your wound.

"YoU fOoL! iN tHiS wOrLd, It'S kIlL oR bE kIlLeD! nOw DiE!"

You look around to see those exact thorns swirling around you. There's no escape. Tears filled your eyes, you would die, on your birthday. They shoot towards you like bullets, and you fall to the ground, expecting the painful impact. But... You don't.

"Hey! What happened, you were suppose to die!" Flowey snapped, turning his petaled face around.

Just as he did so, a large sphere of fire came hurdling toward the flower, engulfing it. Flowey shriveled up and disappeared into the ground, you weren't for sure if he died or not, but it did look like. You stay in the ground, holding your still bleeding cut. Looking up you see a figure coming close, a huge and mysterious being. Out of fear you hug yourself tightly.

"S-stay away!" You yell.

When the figure comes into view, she towers over you. "Dear Child, don't fear me."

But you did anyway, she was some large goat animal that could talk, you had never been so scared in your life.

"Leave me alone," you squeak, looking away from her.

"I saved you child, why are you afraid?" She asks, looking at you to your shoulder.

"Oh my! You're hurt!"

She tries to grab you but you flinch and back up. She looks hurt at your rejection, but takes a deep breath.

"Trust me, I want to protect you," she says softly.

You give up, you're still sore from falling and the cut on your shoulder. You have no other choice. Standing, you try walking to her, but your head throbs and your legs just slip right from under you. She catches you and watches as you slowly become unconscious.

"Precious child..."

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It's dark.

You wake with a fright, your body jumps. Sitting up, sweat droplets have formed on your skin. Your shoulder feels numb, but it's bandaged and patched up. You're still in what's left of your dress, but you're engulfed in plush. It's a blanket, wrapped around you. With effort you pull yourself free and look around the room.

It's a kid's room, completely different to your room. Folded on the dresser is clothes with a note attached to them. Slowly climbing out of bed you feel much better, sure muscles are stiff but you aren't in real pain. It feels as if you've been sleeping for a while, which is great. You're full of energy, but still afraid and confused. It's always scary to awake in a place you've never been before... Your fingers slide across the note as you read it.
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Dear Child,

I have left you some clothes, if you don't mind they use to belong to uh... Someone else. Please take care of them, they mean a lot to me. They may be a bit small but it's all I have left... Also I apologize but I had to leave momentarily to get some things, please tell me you don't mind cinnamon or butterscotch? Oh silly me, I forgot, I'm Toriel. Please make yourself... At home.

Sincerely your mother, Toriel.
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You clutch the note, mother? These clothes use to belong to someone... You pick them up and look at it closely. It's a long pink and blue shirt. You strip yourself down from the old rags and pull on the long shirt. A little tight, but it fit. It was pretty long, looked sorta like a dress. It came to mid thigh so it covered everything, of course you felt a little uncomfortable not wearing pants but what could you do?

There was no way you would wear that dress again. You looked around to room and saw a small box. Slowly you open it and find many pairs of shoes, random sizes. However they were all kid shoes... Except a pair of tan ankle boots.

Without hesitation you pulled them on, perfect fit. Turning to the bed you see your dress, or what's left of it. You glance around and see a slightly worn out tan cross-body hanging from the bed. For some reason you feel as if you'll need it for later, so you take it. You stuff your old dress into and put it around your shoulder; it lazily stays on your waist.

The only thing was your hair, tangled. You look around for a brush, in the drawers and under the bed. After giving up, you use your fingers as a comb. Comfortably dressed now, you head for the door, time to explore around and find out where you are. Just as you exit you hear what you think is the front door opening.

'Toriel must be back, how long have I been sleeping?'