Junkyard Dog and Serious Bones (Gaster!Sans X Female Reader)

Chapter 3: The Entrance Arch

           I came up to the entrance arch from the right side, making sure not to be seen. I could hear cursing from whoever I had caught as they struggled in the net of my trap, which brought an amused smile to my face. I pulled up the fur lined hood of my jacket and tucked my long black hair into it. I calmly stepped out, away from the shadow of the junk pile that kept me hidden. I knew that the person had seen me, for there was no sound of cursing or movement. Just a growing sense of hostility from them as I drew closer. I felt them tense as I grabbed the net, pulling myself up and climbing up to the top of the net, untying the knot and letting them drop five feet to the ground with a loud grunt. I look down on them as I gripped the rope that had suspended the net, looking at their black leather jacket, light blue jeans, and combat boots. I became very light headed and my grip loosened on the rope. I felt weightless for a moment as I came to realize I was falling and tried to land on my feet. I yelped in pain as my injured leg connected with the ground first, and I ended up in a ball of pain next to the person I just released. The world was spinning as I sat up making me slightly nauseous as I pressed my hand to my head and closed my eyes, trying to slow it down. I hear some movement and after a moment a slender hand comes to rest on my shoulder.

"Are you alright?" a deep dry voice came from behind me, I shrugged away the hand and stood quickly, a little too quickly, stumbling backward into the arms of the stranger. The person behind me chuckled in slight amusement "I'll take that as a no then.".

"I'm fine." I growled at them coldly "Now lemme go so I can go home and take care of myself."

"Aww, don't be like that sweetheart." He cooed.

I snapped at them in irritation "I Have A Name You Know!"

"Then what is it dove?"

"Just call me the Junkyard Dog, or J.D for short."

He laughed "Am I supposed to believe that's your name?"

"No, but that's what everyone calls me when they pass through, and I ain't tellin you my real name." I wiggled out of his grip, and began my long walk back with a noticeable limp.

"Now leave, before a monster catches us both out in the open." I said sharply.

"Monster?" His voice became more serious "Why would I worry about being caught by one when I am one...?"

      His words made me stop dead in my tracks. I stood there for a moment before finally turning to face the man I had set free. The face wasn't that of a human, but of a skeleton with two scar-like cracks in his skull. One from his left eye to the corner of his mouth the other one from his right eye to the cranium. The strength I had in my good leg gave out as I fell on my rear, not looking away from the monster man in front of me.

      We stayed there, staring at each other for a minute that seemed to last forever. He made the first move, slowly walking toward me. My mind suddenly kicked into overdrive, a million and one different thoughts blurring together, out of the jumbled mess of my panicked brain one word was clearly heard... RUN. I scrambled backward, kicking up dirt as I tried to get up and escape, my good leg doing most of the work. I backed up into one of the piles, unable to go anywhere else as he closed the distance between us. In one swift and smooth movement, he knelt in front of me and set my injured leg in his lap. He pulled the leg of my jeans up to reveal my nasty looking injury. He had a blank expression as he studied it for a moment, I watched him closely, rooted to the spot in tense anticipation of his next move. He reached into his jacket and, to my surprise, pulled out a small medical kit and a water bottle.

      He placed the medical kit beside him and opened it, pulling out a small green bottle of antiseptic, gauze pads and an ace bandage. He opened the water bottle, using it to wash my wound before then applying the antiseptic. I hissed in pain and pulled away slightly as the antiseptic gave me a stinging burn. He waited a moment before drawing my leg back to his lap and continuing his work. He covered the wound with gauze and wrapped it neatly and snugly with the ace bandage.

       He put his supplies back in the medical kit and put it all back in his jacket before standing. I was sure that he would leave me to make my own way home but he bent down and lifted me from the ground, holding my bridal-style. I suddenly became flustered and squirmed to get out of his arms.

"I-I can get home myself you know! I don't need help!" I spat the words out sharply. No matter how much I wiggled around, he didn't drop me or let go.

"...Witch way to your home sweetheart?" He said, his voice hinting at gentleness I wouldn't imagine him having. As I looked up at him, I knew that I didn't have much choice to this. I sighed, and after a moment I began directing him to my shelter.        

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