Unedertale 1shots

Sans_X_A!Reader

(Not necessarily romantic, but hey! I tried)

You walk throught the snowy forest, your chin burried in the turtleneck of your striped jumper. It didnt bring any warmth. Nothing did. You wonder if that's all thats left of you. Resets after resets, beginnings after beginnings, you drain yourself. Something so new and exciting now became your personal little happy hell.

I can't go to hell, I'm all out of vacation days.

You smile, or try to do so. It turns out to be more a frown than anything as you realise that you will never, in fact, have vacation days. This? This is not a job, a chore, or something you'd ever grow to hate. It's something you love to the very end no matter how repetitive or emptying it gets. You love it no matter what. What is love to you anyway?

Love?

Level of voilence?

Or simply love?

As plain and simple as your little world is, it has always been too difficult for you to understand it. Oh, how terrifyed you were on your fist day here. When you fell throught that crack in the ground, like Alice throught the rabbit hole, and fell on the prickling bed of safron coloured flowers. You still wonder what would it change if you haven't opened your eyes after that fall. It was truly terrifying.  They were all so different, rich and  colourful, and so chaotic. But it was happy chaos. A beautiful bedlam that you never wish to change and wish to protect like a she wolf would protect her cubs. You wish this world to be happy till the end of time but time has failed you too many times before.

You know how simply abridges one's life can be, shortened, summarised in just four words: lived and then died. But you wanted to make it special for them, for all of them. Him too. You just wanted for him to be happy. As impossible as it sounds, even to yourself you can't stop questioning your reasoning, but thats what you want for him. Happyness. Its simple as that. You want him to be happy, content, blissfull, estatic, elated, sunny, pleased, glad, cheery, all those possitive emotions that don't seem to accupy his life. He's just empty and hopeless and you seem to be too.

But this is your path, your never ending journey, a quest for happyness. You'll find what all of those forsakened monsters longed for so long.

The cold wind blows right through you, threading thorough your bones and skin like ice cold wires, but you feel fine. You're numb to it. Youve been numb to if for so long that you're scared of loosing that familiar coldness and borderline loneliness. You've only got the empty company of the wind and yourself to walk by your side  and give you an agreeable nod to your belittling thoughts.

You haven't done enought .

You messed up again.

You're never going to do it right.

You nodd to the rhythm of your own footsteps in the crunching snow, but your determination won't let you run away too fast.

You haven't done enought, but you can do more the next time.

You messed up again, but you still have many chances to try again.

You're never going to do it righ, not if you keep trying.

You jump past the familiar over sized twig, and know he will arrive soon. He is probably already here and just playing it safe. You wonder what will he say to you this time. Laught? Joke? Prank? Or go over his usual procedure. You never knew for sure, never with him and you doubt you ever will. On a scale of one to ten? He would be that never ending, infinite sky rocket that will never come back. He is a mystery that will never be solved