Sorry About That (Gaster!Sans x Reader)

Oh, Oh, Here She Comes

It had been a few days after the 'maid incident', and the evening was going by smoothly enough. G was working late, so you had ordered some pizza for the two of you. You had given up on trying to cook for him, all he does is tease when you do. So when you heard a car pull up in your driveway, it struck you as strange because pizza drivers usually parked at the side of the road, but you got up from your seat anyway, ready to get your money.

Not ready to have a fish woman kick your door open.

"WHAT'S THIS I HEAR ABOUT YOU MOVING, YOU TURD," the woman had screamed while she kicked in your door. You screamed back, horrified, and dropped your wallet. The woman stared at you wide a wide eye, the other covered with an eye patch, before she lunged.

Straight. For. You.

You screamed when your body hit the ground, the fish climbing on top of you and hands going for your throat. You gasped as she squeezed. Your hands scrambled up to hers, desperately clawing to get her to let go as you wiggled your body to maybe get her off of you.

The fish was as strong as she looked, and your attempts were fruitless, but you still continued.

Tears were starting to form in your eyes as she pushed harder on your throat. "WHADDYA DOIN, PUNK?! TRYING TO VANDALIZE AND ROB MY FRIENDS HOUSE?!"

What was this woman talking about?! You pushed and shoved some more when your eyesight started to get fuzzy.

"Uͭ̽̾̃ͪ̀̕Ñͯͬ̅ͫ̒̂̃͆͠D̴̀̊ͥ̀Y͑̒̃̓́͘N̐ͧ̊̏E̴̢ͬ͞," Someone shouted from behind you, you didn't know who, but it got the fish to loosen her grip.

"G! Good, you can help me turn this punk in!" She shouted, and the grip was back. You choked.

"that punk is the owner of this household!" the voice was familiar now. G? Oh thank god, you were safe. Your grip loosened on her hands slightly, trying to move enough so that you could see him, but the woman blocked your way.

Suddenly Undyne, as your roommate had called her, was off of you and G was the one looming over you. You sighed in relief. His gaze looked at the bruises already forming around your neck and he frowned. "god damnit, undyne. they're still healing!"

You didn't speak, your throat too sore as G slowly picked you up off the floor. "what are you even doing here, undyne?" You noticed he sounded frustrated, and tired. How hard was he working himself today? Guilt kneaded inside your chest.

"Papyrus was going on all about how ya suddenly moved. He didn't mention that you lived with a human." She snarled the last part, glaring. You would feel offended, if you weren't so focused on breathing.

"well, the human is a friend of both papyrus and myself. just... wait out here while i fix them up. then we'll talk." You had never heard G be so frustrated, or raise his voice like he had earlier before. If you were the other person, you'd be scared. You actually kind of were, but that didn't outweigh the relief and protected feeling you had.

G had closed the door to the bathroom, setting you on the bathtub edge. You were quiet as he moved your head around, inspecting silently. Undyne's sharp nails, or maybe they were claws, had dug into your neck and drawn blood. He sighed and suddenly there was a bottle in his hand along with a bag of cotton. You decided not to ask. You winced when you felt G dabbing the piercings with the alcohol soaked ball. "i'll get you some food, sweetheart, and that will help you feel better. don't ask, it's magic," G had beat you to the question. He crouched, placing a skeletal hand on your thigh. "want anything in particular?" G's voice was surprisingly quiet. You kept your mouth in a straight line, slowly shaking your head and wincing. G stalled before getting up, telling you to stay there, then exited the bathroom, closing the door behind him.