Forget Me Not (Dt Sans X Reader)

Chapter 14

Rated A for Angst
Sorry, not sorry.

'This wasn't happening.' He thought.
Your Soul..
You were really pissed off about this.
But not at him. Not at his story. He told himself as he slowly rose up from his spot..
But yourself..
When your soul turned black with hate, it was almost like a flashback to the other Resets. So, because he thought you were going to snap and try killing him. He grabbed your wrist and spun you around roughly. Trying to prevent such thing from happening. He searched your face desperately for a sign you were there.
But you weren't..
Not anymore.
That certain sparkle your eyes held..
It was gone.
You looked so emotionless.
So distant..
You lost hope.
The determination you had. It was gone.
Even right at this moment.
Your life points. They were reducing.
Your soul was fracturing itself.
Trying to make itself shatter just from the hatred you felt alone.
Did you really want to die that much?
Well, he didn't want you to. He'd would have to cause a reset afterwards..
And if you didn't remember. All hell would break lose upon the underground. He'd disconnect fully. He'd give up entirely on a "happy ending."
He'd kill you again to make you remember.
Hey, love did make people do crazy things..
And he did love you.

He needed to get Error before you were lost again.
Before another round of genocide happened.
He wasn't letting it happen again.
"Error!?" He called, going to pick you up, only for you to swing at him and push back. A scowl set on your face.
"Why the hell do you care so much? I bet you knew I was a fake all along. But you just wanted something..Selfish bastard."
Your words had cut him deep. He momentarily stopped any sort of advance towards you and stood there, not saying anything.
The urge to kill you was rising within him.
He felt his head twitch to the side slightly.
Oh what a bitch you could be at times..
But..
He clenched his hand as he forced a sigh to leave him,
You weren't you..
He had to remember that as he extinguished the building magic he hadn't known about..
If you wanted to be that way after he literally spilled all that bottled up shit..
So be it..

No matter what timeline. What body you were in. You were you to him. He didn't care.
Once again, love makes a person do crazy things.
Look at him. He was trying to save you before your soul shattered again.
To force you to be okay..
How familiar..
"Stars! You were right Error!"
He looked up to see another Sans. And this one. He actually knew of. He's only briefly talked with him before he left to do something.
He remembered Ink and his cheerful personality.
"Heya. I see you found them. Now. Let's get them back with the other half  and it'll be all good." Ink gave him a little wave. Error only scoffed and crossed his arms. As soon as Ink went to take your wrist gently into his hand. You pulled your hand away with a grimace and scoffed.
"Don't fucking touch me. I can walk." You hissed out, Ink only gave you a heart warming smile before nodding. Not caring about your snippy personality.
"I missed you too. Come on now. Let's get you back where you belong."
You growled softly towards Ink before following him to the empty void.
So many papers hung around with different names of Universes on them. From Undertale to Underswap. To ReaperTale to Underfell. They were all here.
Sans had looked back to see that his own universe had been called "Dusttale", it made him smirk, slightly amused before following his counter parts and the human.
Once past the many pieces of paper, they came across a small desk with a vase on it.
The vase was filled with ink like colors. Green, red, purple, blue. Almost every color. Ink tapped the vase once, a echo of a piano note could be heard as the floor rippled and slowly melted into darkness.
Sans looked around him in interest. How crafty. He glanced towards you to see that you were staring at him. Your scowl softened before you realize he was staring and growled at him and followed Ink who was now carrying the vase.
"Bitch.." He grumbled to himself with a small frown. Papyrus scolded him for such fowl language to which he sniggered at before following the other three.
There in the distance sat a person on the floor, scraps of paper and other art supplies sat around them. Many cords hung from their headphones that remained connected to their head.
As Ink and Error approached the figure that wore a white fluffy coat. You stayed near his side begrudgingly.
He touched your shoulder slightly, you shoved his hand away with a glare. It made him smirk in satisfaction.
You were cute when you were mad.
At least it wasn't full blown pissed off mode..
More like a bratty, pouty pissy mode.