Accused of Murder - Gaster!Sans x Abused!Reader

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     I awoke to someone shaking me. I opened my eyes, and looked into my boyfriend's (b/e/c) eyes. "Morning" he said. I shoved him off my bed, and got up. I pulled out a pair of black skinny jeans, a (f/c) top, and undergarments.
     "Get out" I said, pointing at the door. (B/n) got comfortable on the ground, and smirked.
     "Nah, it's pretty comfy here" he said, closing his eyes. I grabbed ahold of his leg, and dragged him out. I shut the door and locked it. I stripped down, and changed clothes. I popped a few pills in my mouth before unlocking and opening my door. I found (b/n) in the exact same place as I had left him. I giggled a little bit, and walked off. I felt arms wrap around my waist, holding me back. "Why do you insist on taking those pills? They aren't good for you!" (B/n) whispered.
     "An addiction is a bad habit. Once they are there, it's hard to break." I said. I broke free of his grasp, and walked to the kitchen. In the first cabinet, lowest shelf, I had packs of cigarettes, lighters, and refills.  I took one pack of cigarettes and a lighter, and jogged upstairs. I walked to the end of the hallway, and opened a door. I quickly shut the door behind me, and jogged up the stairs. Once I had reached the roof, I sat on the railing, and pulled out a cigarette. I lit it, and stuck the end on my mouth.
     I blew out a puff of smoke, and eyed a skeleton wandering around. He had a black jacket that stopped at the bottom of his ribcage, and a beige sweater underneath. His black jeans were torn a bit, as if he was on the run as well. He looked over my way, and I quickly looked away, towards a nearby house. It looked decent, and we could raid it once this skeleton leaves. I just sat there, smoking my cigarette, and staring at various things.
     I could feel his eyes burning holes into my side. Finally, it got really annoying.
     "What do ya want?" I called out. I growled when he continued to stare to me. "Hello? Earth to annoying skele-dude?" I called out. He blinked his eyes, smirked, and walked away.
     'I guess we have some weird neighbors' I thought to myself. Well, better than the cops arresting us, am I right? I jogged back downstairs, and pulled my bag out from under my bed. I searched for my pills, and smiled when I found them. I popped one in my mouth, and swallowed it. I pulled out a water bottle, and drank a little. I jumped when someone knocked on our door. I cautiously crept out of my room, and pulled my knife out of its holster. I clenched it tightly, and peeked through the peephole. It was that same skeleton from earlier. I sighed, and opened the door. Though, (b/n), (bff/n), and (f/n) still had their weapons ready.
     "Got a problem with letting me smoke?" I asked, staring him in his eye sockets.
     "No dove, just wanted to welcome some new neighbors, no harm in that my love." The skeleton said.
     "So creepily watching me smoke is okay now?" I asked.
     "I was just glad to see a new face around here dove." He said.
     "Stop with the nicknames already. I don't appreciate you talking to MY girlfriend like that." (B/n) hissed.
     "Only if she tells me that beautiful name of hers." He smirked.
     "(Y/n), my name is (y/n)." I growled, rolling my eyes. (B/n) was protective, but when it came to it, he couldn't hurt a fly.
     "So you're the girl from the news huh, thought you looked familiar." He said.
     "What about it mysterious skeleton" I spat. I was very aggravated by this point.
     "Gaster Sans, but you can call me G." He said.
     "Nice meeting you, now leave." I spat. I turned to leave when the pills stared kicking in. I stumbled back to my room, but I was very lightheaded, and everything was blurred together. Someone grabbed my shoulder to steady me, but I don't know who it was.
     "Is she going to be okay?" G asked.
     "Probably, she has been taking pills for a while now. I'm worried about her though. When she takes them, she's really out of it, and she's gotten herself into trouble numerous times." (F/n) said. He/she just couldn't keep their mouth shut, huh.
     "Shut up man, or I'll throw up on you." I groaned. The unidentified person led me back to the couch, and helped me sit down. It was nice, because I never particularly liked reality, so this world was nice, even if it was my own imagination.