Loving Every Bone in Your Body

Chapter 1.1 || Momster and Dadster

READ ITALICS BEFORE STARTING PLEASE! c:

Basically reader insert through Pre, during, and Post pacifist run.

I'm putting everything I've ever wanted to read in reader-inserts in this one fic.
I'm not joking.
Reader with emotional, physical, and mental battles. Reader going through depression that "goes away" only to come back at bad times. Reader dying multiple times. Reader just needing a big fluffy hug from Tori SO. BAD. STRONG LANGUAGE. Reader having punny humor. Reader going into the Underground with Frisk. They/Them Frisk. Reader messing up timelines sort of. Sans. ....Ye-Sans. Fluster-puff Sans. SLOW burn. Reader using cheesy pickup lines that are equivalent to sans puns, but being SO oblivious to his coming-ons. FLUFF. A lot of Soul stuff. soulfluff, soulmates, soulmusic, soulsoul-... True Pacifist run but Chara trying to mess up Frisk but them being too Determined to listen. Multiple resets. Reader bonding with Frisk. Reader bonding with everyone tbh. Monster's integrating into society. The Above world not being as it's all cracked up to be as the monsters want. Sans with nightmares. Reader with nightmares. Passive aggressive PTA Sans. Bullied Frisk. Scientific breakthroughs. Reader being a teacher at Torial's school. Having the main cast being a cute fam with reader. Plus much, muuuch more.
(heart, wink, kissey face)

Arc 1: Main Game

One minute, you were lazily relaxing on a fluffy blue cloud in a green sky, talking to a smiling red ceramic mug about why phones should be made of cabbage and mildly spicy tartar sauce, and the next you're staring at your real life quilt covered lap, looking at your hands in hazy wonder in the darkness of your real room.

You were... awake now? You were still trying to clear your clouded mind, watching your hands curl and uncurl over and over. One second you were in a deep sleep, and then another second you're sitting bolt right in your bed. It was like you stood up too quickly and blood rushed to your head and you refused to sit down to recover.

To ground yourself, you took in the navy blue walls around you, the large window that overlooked the trashy alley between you and the apartment complex, the curtains that were a dingy white and probably needed to be changed a long time ago, and the patterned quilt wrapped around you, made up of different colorful patches. There was the soft humming of the air condition, your heavy breathing, the ticking of the clock next to you, crickets outside, and the couple cars zooming down the main road that ran through town.

Feeling a bit more awake, your eyes drifted to your bedside clock. You woke up long before your alarm set off.

Which was new and weird.

You were the type of person that could sleep for hours unhindered, why you needed said alarm to wake you up at a humane hour. Yet, here you were looking around your sunrise colored room, still a bit dazed from suddenly sitting up. Checking to make sure it was early morning and not late evening, you watch the sun slowly crawl up the sky behind a couple of dark clouds.

What.. were you supposed to do? You didn't feel tired enough to go back to sleep, but you had never been awake this early before. There wasn't anything to do. Normally, when you got up normally, you'd wake your younger sibling and then make breakfast for them, help them get ready for school and then chill out until your classes in the afternoon. Yet, today you and the kid were on break, and breakfast wouldn't be for another - your head rolled to check the red digital clock again - 3 more hours.

Maybe this was a good thing. You could get working on a project you had to get done by the end of your break.

...

Pfft. You might've done the crazy thing of waking up early, but you weren't insane. You knew you should do your project but you were also pretty sure your name was Procrastinator. You went by your middle name with friends.