Chainsmoker [ Gaster!Sans x Reader ]

7. Country Lanes

Snow.

You froze for a moment, allowing the substance to sink through your shoes. For a moment, you were home again. Out of the various terrains in the Underground, the desolate climate of Snowden had been your refuge point. It was here that you had gotten to know Sans and Papyrus...

But now...

Now you couldn't tell the difference between the dust and the snow.

"I'm so sorry," you whispered, sinking to your knees. Your gaze was immediately diverted to a lone red scarf that had wrapped itself around a tree, blowing against the wind. G immediately stiffened as you rushed over to it, wrapping it around your neck. You rubbed your fingers against the fraying edges, the part where your knife had so carelessly passed through the fabric in the attempt to decapitate Papyrus.

The two of you walked in silence, your head resting against G's shoulder as you walked through the forest. The snow here never seemed to melt, trapped in the never-ending cycle like you had been. A gust of wind whipped by, sending chills down your spine. You shuddered involuntarily, pressing yourself closer to G.

"Here," he murmured, taking off his jacket and carefully placing it on you.

"You need to lay off the donuts," you grunted, gesturing to the oversized coat that now adorned you.

"I would slap you but that would be animal abuse," G grunted and said nothing more, looking rather pleased with himself. The word FURRY still stood out proudly on his skull, cat whiskers and all.

You flashed G a murderous look before stopping cold in your tracks, identifying the serene town that stood in front of you. It was Snowden, but yet in every way it wasn't. Snowden had been a bustling town, perhaps the one place in the entirety of the Underground where monsters had gotten along and coexisted in peace.

But here...

There was only dust.

"We can walk around..." G muttered, sensing your guilt. You replied with a slight shake of your head. You had done this, so it was only right that you paid the slaughtered monsters homage.

From far away, the vacated town of Snowden looking relatively normal. Your opinion of that however, was changed when you passed by the sign welcoming all to Snowden. The paint had been washed away by the elements, but the dust was splattered across it, standing out as a harsh contrast against the white vibrancy of the snow.

You looked up at G before continuing onwards, not wanting to dwell on his empty reaction to the evidence of the slaughter that had occurred here. Doors to the houses that you passed by had been reduced to mere splinters, most likely from when you had kicked down various doors, preparing to slaughter the cowering families inside.

Your right hand twitched involuntarily, a small part of you wishing to go back to that. The slaughter, the murder. Because back then hadn't it all been so simple? Back then you had killed first, asked questions later. And now the process had been entirely reversed and a part of you just wanted it to all stop. You wanted to go back to the genocide runs, to forget that any of this had ever happened.

But there was that spark, wasn't there? That spark of determination that refused to die no matter how many times you had attempted to extinguish it. Despite all of this, you stayed determined.

There had been children before you, children that too had been thrown into this vicious cycle and had managed to free themselves from it. So why couldn't the same be for you?

The two of you paused in front of a seemingly abandoned diner, the word GRILLBY'S barely visible. You looked up at G who nodded reassuringly at you, and slowly, you pushed the door open.