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

Inconvenient Encounter

Your POV

You sat in front of your mirror, fish braiding your white hair. You took a look at yourself at the mirror and you mentally cringed.

When you were done, you put on the yellow sun dress that extended to just above your knees, and white two-inch heels.

Last time you checked, you were going to the convenience store. Then why are you dressing nicely?

Well,

Let's just say,

You need your outfit to match your sunglasses.

Yes.

You need to hide your eyes somehow, do you not?

Well, you have two eyes to cover so you can't use your eye patches.

And if you only need to cover one eye and you use your eye patch, all you need to do is equip your peg leg and a hook and "ARRRGH!"

And if you were wondering, yes, you own eye patches, a peg leg, and a hook.

Those were for the school costume parade, where you, completely out of ideas, went as a pirate princess.

Real creative, Y/N. It wasn't like there were dozens of other girls dressed as pirate princesses.

Oh wait. There were.

You put on your sunglasses, then walk to your garage and sat yourself down in your (f/c) car.

Yes, you own a car.

Yes, you walked to and fro school that time when you met Sans (again), while being completely defenseless.

And yes, that was why you almost got raped.

Again (also).

I could've used my car and I wouldn't have been almost raped by someone for the third time!

You mentally slapped yourself as you turned on the ignition and drove to the convenience store.

There's no point dwelling on it. You scolded yourself. It already happened. Not like I can press a button and whoosh! I'm back to when that hasn't happened yet and I could do something to avoid it.

*in the parking lot of the convenience store*

You cautiously stepped out your f/c car, and looked up at the convenience store.

Actually, it's more of a grocery store, but it wasn't your fault that it's literally named "The Convenience Store".

Well, some people are so creative, it's so mind  blowing. You said, then snorted at the thought.

You stepped out of your car, smirking at your sarcasm.

Just then, a red roofless sports car parked beside your car, making you choke on nonexistent water.

It wasn't the car that made you choke, it was who was in it.

Sans sat in the passenger's seat, snoozing, while a taller red-riddled skeleton and a petite human girl sat in front.