Sorry About That (Gaster!Sans x Reader)

Wakey, Wakey, Eggs and Bakey!

Five. In. The. Morning.

Why always five in the morning?

It was five in the morning.

Do you need to emphasize it more? Did you?

It had been awhile since your new roommate, G, had moved in. Things had been pretty... okay so far. Of course you guys had to get used to each other, you were two strangers now living in the same household. You had been pretty good at accepting this guy's hobbies and routines so far.

But you will never get used to his stupid ass alarm going off at five in the morning each and every day.

Groaning, you threw the covers off of you and forced yourself out of bed. You never bothered to ask but today you were determined to know why he had to get up so god damn early everyday and break your slumber. You stomped your way out of the room and over to G's.

"G!" You knocked on the door loudly. "G, open up!"

You weren't expecting him to open it as aggressively as he did. "yes, highness?" You raised your eyebrows at how grumpy he was. Must not like getting up this early either, then.

"What the hell is up with your alarm?"

"eh." The skeleton shrugged. His voice was deeper than usual and croaky, you noticed. You wondered how on earth that could be since he didn't have a throat in the first place, but didn't ask. G pushed past you while you kind of just stared at him (he was beyond used to it by now), and went towards the kitchen. You took in his space pajama pants while you could. You never really saw him without his 'Mr.Cool Guy' look. "want breakfast?" You followed G and nodded. He couldn't see the gesture but nonetheless he took out four eggs. "bacon?" He grumbled, stalling the fridge open.

"Why would you question it?" You sat at the kitchen table, slouching in your chair with ease. G rolled his eyes and began to cook, humming an unfamiliar tune. It peaked your curiosity, because you didn't think G was one to sing. The song was soothing, and eventually lulled you to sleep on the kitchen table.

---

You were in a white space. You felt the nothingness of your mind numbing your skin and fuzz your mind. Your body was bare. You were floating in midair in this blank void, making you feel like you were almost drowning in water. Barely above the tide and breathing. It was all so suffocating, burning your chest and lungs. It was... comforting.

A faded heart was hovering over your bosom, you realized. The heart was cartoonish, colored blue, with yellow and white swirling in the middle. It was beautiful. You tried to reach for it, but your body refused to move. So you stared.

You felt at peace.

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G watched you as you slept.

Not in a creepy way, not at all. He was studying, or maybe admiring. He couldn't tell.

The skeleton was curious about you, he knew that much. You intrigued him. When you first slammed the door in his face when he met you, he thought it was because you were a racist human that was bewildered by the fact he would suggest living with you. It was quite the opposite. You didn't care he was a monster, and you never mentioned it. There was the occasional tease here and there, but you never meant any harm. It was nice.

The fact that Papyrus liked you so much was like bonus points for him. You had showed so many times you weren't a threat to anyone and you cared for his brother and him. G finally could feel at peace at his own home.

The bacon was about to burn, so G quickly took his mind off of you and placed the food on the plate next to him. He placed the breakfast next to you and flicked your head, laughing at how you almost fell out of your chair. Your face heated and you thanked him for the meal, but you were quiet after that. G didn't question it, and ate beside you. The only noise being chewing and metal clanking together.

It was a good morning.

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"Hey, Papyrus."

"YOU LOOK MORE AWAKE THAN USUAL, HUMAN!" Your friend told you, right off the bat. You chuckled and sat next to the counter so you could chat with him. You started to do that ever since you had met the skeleton brothers. It was a routine, but the breakfast was new. You'd get up, go to Starbucks, talk and work with Paps. Then you'd go home, make some tea for when G got home and relaxed. It was a good routine.

"A sharp eye like always, Paps. G made breakfast for me this morning, so I guess I got more energy." You shrugged as you pulled out your laptop. You cringed as you opened it, the side popping open. You really needed a new computer.

"HE IS QUITE THE COOK. BUT HE IS SO GRUMPY IN THE MORNING! I AM VERY SURPRISED HE WOULD BE SO GENEROUS." Papyrus noted, handing you your tea. You smiled in thanks and began to type on your computer.

"Eh, maybe he's finally warming up to me."

"YOU MAKE IT SOUND LIKE HE WASN'T BEFORE." You slowed your typing as you remembered the event. Scooting your computer away, you sighed. "Well, I don't know... there was this one time.."

You remembered it clearly. Remember when you said you two were strangers and needed to adjust? Well it was true. It was kind of stupid of you to not know this guy at all and invite him to permanently stay in your home. That was on you.

It was the strangest thing, really. You had gone out shopping and when you came back, the house was trashed. Furniture tipped over, books all over the ground and broken dishes. You were beyond angry at that, but it wasn't like G to do something like that on purpose. You learned that he was a generally clean guy, and agreed with you with what was too dirty and what wasn't.

You wandered into G's room after setting the shopping bags on the kitchen table. He wasn't in there, but his room was twice as bad as the rest of the house. That's when you heard the groaning in the bathroom.

When you found him he was hurled over the floor, clawing at his skull and shaking like crazy. You rushed over to him of course, hands hovering over his back and calling out his name. It was like he couldn't hear you at all. When you finally touched him he jolted, and pinned you to the ground. He was chanting something you couldn't understand, but his eyes worried you the most. They were wide, his right eye flaring yellow. To you it looked like it was almost on fire. His other eye socket was completely empty, hollow and black.

...G scared you then.

You had shouted his name, his full name to get his attention. "Gaster Sans, Gaster Sans". Somehow, it seemed like it was putting him closer to reality. So you placed your hands lightly on his shoulders, whispering his name, lightly rubbing his blades.

When he had 'woken up', as you dubbed it, he wouldn't speak to you for the rest of the day. He disappeared from your grip completely, actually, leaving you on the bathroom floor. When you went outside you saw the mess was cleaned, but G was gone.

You made him dinner as an apology, though you didn't know what you were apologizing for. When he got home and smelled it, it was like he was all better. G laughed at your poor excuse for cooking, teasing and playing with the food to get on your nerves. It was annoying, but it felt nice to have him back. Both of you never mentioned it since.

You looked up at Papyrus and sighed. You felt like you shouldn't tell him. It felt too... personal. "There was one time when he trashed the place, but we made up." Not exactly the truth, but not really a lie. It still made you feel bad though. Papyrus deserved to know but you didn't really know your boundaries yet.

The skeleton completely bought your bait, smiling and walking away to another customer before he murmured, "THAT SOUNDS LIKE SANS."

That was the first time you had ever heard someone call him his actual name.