Blood red rose - Horrortale!Sans x scared reader

Chapter 4: Too late

((*EXPLOSION* UPDATE TIME I HAVEN'T UPDATED THIS SINCE LAST YEAR I THINK))

You immediately get up and bolt for the door. Only to be stopped by the skeleton again. He grabs you by the collar of your shirt and holds his ax under your neck.

"Thanks Grillbz. Needed this one back. Don'tchya just hate the ones that run?" the skeleton sighed.

"Yes. Quite, Sans" 'Grillbz' turns and looks at a potion he was holding. "Control your meals, Sans, before someone else eats them"

"Right" Sans nodded and turned to walk out again.

"Oh and also" Grillbz turns and faces him, taking 2 long strides until he towers over him, his heels clicking against the wood. Sans doesn't flinch but you do based around his height and his blinding white flame. "The river person wanted to speak with you. Something to do with..." he waved his hand, leaving a trail of white flame. "Sounded something like BEWARE or SOMEWHERE or something. Oh well, they wanted to talk to you that's all I know really"

"Yup. Will check up on them later. Gotta deal with this piece of shit" he holds you up. ((Guys seriously do I have to ask you not to take that seriously? You know it's just a story))

You whine slightly, then he chuckles. Grillbz just gives you a look and shakes his head.

Sans walks out of the place and mutters something inaudible under his breath, shaking his head. "You shouldn't run away from me sweetheart. There are many dangerous people around here" he says quietly.

"LIKE YOU!!" you shout. He quickly covers your mouth with a skeletal hand. It's colder than even the snow somehow.

"Shut up! You'll draw attention to yourself!" Sans growled.

"I'D RATHER DIE THAN WAIT FOR YOU TO EAT ME!!" you shout as loudly as you can, struggling against his grip.

Quick as a flash, he pins you to the nearest wall and brings the ax up to your neck again, close enough to brush against your flesh.

"So you wanna die now, huh? How about I end you right here??" he grins evilly.

"..." you stay silent for fear of cutting your neck if you let a word escape your mouth. Truthfully you didn't want to die.

"Oh, so silent now, aren't we?" he leans incredibly close. You can smell the blood off of the fluff of his jacket. It's almost intoxicating. "What's wrong? Cat got your tongue??" he grins.

There's silence and he stands back a bit and grabs you by the arm and tugs you toward the house. You stumble a bit and nearly fall face first in the snow but he's there to catch you before you fall. He hauls you to your feet and then tugs you again toward the house.

Eventually you get there and, thankfully, it's warm inside.

"You're just in time for dinner, by the way" he chuckled lightly, as if it were actually funny. "Paps makes a mean pasta"

Pasta? Finally something edible.

"It has pasta sauce, noodles, some cheese. Even hair, blood clots and meat. You'd be lucky to get an eyeball, too" he continues.

"W-what??" you stammer.

"And you're eating every. Last. Piece" he grinned happily.

The smell of boiling blood and pasta filled your nostrils.

"OVER MY DEAD BODY!!" you shout, yanking your arm away from his grip.

"Oh. So you want me to kill you?" he asked politely. "I mean. I can kill you right now if you like"

"N-no... That's not what I meant" you murmur.

"Damn. I would've added you to the pasta" he chuckled darkly.

You stand uncomfortably and glance at the door.

"Don't even think about it" Sans growled. This was the angriest growl you had heard from him. "I don't want to run after you again. Skeleton's may be skeletons, but it's still risky for us out there"

You gulp and don't say anything. You simply walk to the couch and sit down softly. He watches you for a moment then, just in case, walks up to the door and locks it from the inside before walking into the kitchen.

After about 20 minutes of doing absolutely nothing, Sans returns with a bowl of 'spaghetti' and hands it to you. Then he sits down next to you with his own bowl and begins eating a long strand of black hair. It sends chills down your spine as you look at your bowl.

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Eat /or/ Don't eat

Look. I know the person said to ask for help but I was half way through this when I realized that the viewer asked for that. So I'm not rewriting the whole thing just for shits and giggles or whatever.

So with my deepest apologies, I apologize for not updating often enough. I have been mainly concentrating on my Gaster Sans x Reader than this.

Any other stories you would like to hear from me? Let me know!