[I'll Update. Eventually] A Living Hell (Sans X Reader)

Medicine...?

Your POV

You woke up, groggily sitting up.

That was weird.

You sat up before you woke up.

Huh.

Anyway, you sat up on your bed, rubbing your eyes.

For some reason, you didn't need glasses today. Your eyesight is clearer than day.

You felt weird, but at the same time, you knew the reason.

You were back to your monster+human mixed form.

It's easier to call you a hybrid.

You looked at yourself in the mirror on the desk right beside your bed. No matter what angle you look at, you still think of yourself (or your hybrid form) as hideous.

Having this white, furry hair that extends down to your hips disgusts you.

Your skin is so pale you look like a literal walking corpse (no offense to Sans---eh, who're you kidding? There's a complete offense there).

Your 'eyes' (which look like a skeleton's, except you still have eyes composed out of magic and not eyeholes) make you cringe (Again, yes offense, Sans).
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You're not even thinking where your real eyes went when these replaced your eyes 15 years ago.

So you rummage through the drawer of the desk.

"Shit" You cursed. "Out of medicine." You quickly combed your hair, cringing at how you looked.

"Alright. It's a little breakfast, then head right down to the lab. You're not gonna blow anything up. Besides, you'll need magic to make the medicine." You took a shaky breath.

One last pull and you are done with the comb, but suddenly...

"AH!" You shouted, as the comb was covered in a navy blue light and started flying and bumping everything in high speed.

You struggled to control your magic but probably since it's been concealed for 12 hours, now it was trying to break out as much as it can.

That's your observation, anyway. Last time you didn't take the medicine for a week it was ok, and it didn't go crazy.

In fact, you even had it in perfect control.

"Well, I might not take the medicine until I need to get out." Your magic has started to calm down, as if it understood.

"And... That's... Two whole weeks, in fact. So... Stop going crazy now, will ya? I won't take it in two whole week, I promise." You sofly said, as your comb dropped to the floor.

The navy blue aura shot back to your soul.

You hurried downstairs, putting a hand on the upper part of your chest. You could feel your magic slowly surface to your trait layer, and for fudge's sake, it was A LOT.

You made yourself breakfast which was made of milk and cereal, and your drink was lemon juice.

Weird, but you like different flavors mixing up.