Sans Aus x Reader Oneshots (Requests CLOSED)

Aftertale Sans x Reader

Your POV:

WHY?

You stumbled along blindly, the darkness seemingly endless. You couldn't hear, couldn't feel, you couldn't even see.

How Pitiful.

You gasped and wheeled around, alarmed.

Ha! Scared, are you? But of course, I haven't felt a single emotion in centuries.

"W-who are you?" You asked into the darkness, terrified. How did you get here? Who were you? Where were you? You could only answer one of these questions. You were Y/n L/n, and that's all you knew. What was strange was that you knew how to walk, talk, sing, and that 2+5 is 7, but you barely knew what your personality was.

Did you like excersising or lazing around?

Did you like drawing or did you have the art skills of a 5 year old?

Did you have a family? Or were you alone?

Did you have a life before this, anyway?

You didn't know.

How...p a t h e t i c. You don't know a n y t h i n g at all, do you?

You gasped, suddenly falling down, hitting the hard floor. Or was it soft? You couldn't decide.

You fainted.

You woke to a dim light coming from a small floor lamp, then sitting up in the...racecar? Bed? Okeyyyy...

You crept silently out of the bedroom, into a hallway. You looked left and saw another door, and to the right was a staircase. You walked down it groggily and came into a reasonably neat living room, with a TV and an old green couch. You kept walking and saw a door leading outside and a kitchen. You decided to cook something, and walked over to the fridge.

Wait.

Yo-you couldn't cook.

You didn't re-remember any-nything.

You fell to your knees, the reality crashing down on you all at once. Your breath came in short sobs, between tears.

Why?

Why you?!

What did you do to deserve this?!

You couldn't even remember what you had done!

"W-why me?" You whispered, still weeping.

You heard a crashing from upstairs and saw a short skeleton sprinting into the kitchen. He was bleeding in numerous places, and had a long red scarf, and what seemed to be pixels covering one of his eye sockets, and randomly sprinkled around the rest of him.

"W-What's happening?!" He wheezed, tired from the short dash.

"W-who are you?!" You squeaked, terrified, not bothering to wipe the tears from your e/c eyes. He stated into your eyes for a moment, then visibly relaxed.

"Oh ok, I can handle tears, not major injuries..." He whispered. "Let me introduce myself, I'm Sans the skelet-...." He started, then spotted that you had burst into tears yet again.

He dropped to his knees and hugged you tightly. "I know, I know, you'll be alright. Shh, it'll be fine." Sans whispered, hushing you quietly. You hiccuped.

"Here, slowly now, c'mon..." the skeleton whispered, taking your hand and gently pulling you up. It seemed he knew how to deal with crying people, and his atmosphere calmed you somehow. You hiccuped again and slowly met his eyes. You blushed pink slightly.