Just a Little Love | Sans x Reader

Prologue

  A/N: Helloooo, readers! I, the author, shall give you a big hug for clicking on this book X3. This is my first ever Sans x reader, so just be wary of stupid mistakes and bad grammar.   

Things to know if you're new to x readers:

(Y/N): Your name
(F/C): Favorite color
(E/C): Eye color
(H/C): Hair color
(F/N): Full name (I know this also stands for first name, but IT'S NOT.)
(F/F): Favorite food
(F/D): Favorite drink

(There will be more)

Without further ado, let's begin!

Chapter Status: Shitty | Bad | Meh | Okay | Good | Amazing | OVER 9000

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You felt hatred boiling inside of you. There was no more patience left. After everything you two did together...

Was it all for nothing?

Was it all one sick joke?

You gave him your heart, and he gave it to another. Betrayal was such an easy thing to do.

You had seen pictures. Photos. Even videos of them together! Yet, you were too naive to notice that he had no use for you anymore.

Angry, frustrated, sad, depressed... all these feelings inside of you were overwhelming. Cussing under your breath, you opened the door to yours and his house. Just breathing this air was sickening.

You sat down on the fluffy white couch and cried softly, your hands covering your face. He was your everything. At least, you thought he was your everything.

Apparently not.

What did that woman have that you did not? Looks? Attitude? Wealth?

Haha... what a joke. You already know the answer to that question. You just didn't want to face the fact that he never cared for you. Why would he ever love someone like you? You already know this, yet you still cry over him. You really are a ho, (Y/N)...

"SHUT UP!!!" you screamed and smashed the glass table with your fists. The broken pieces flew everywhere, some forming small cuts on your skin. But you didn't care.

You laughed evilly and kicked the CD rack, hard. They all clashed onto the ground, making a loud and unpleasant noise. There was pain. Lots of it. Yet you continued. You were already in so much pain, so why stop now? You stared at the CD rack you just kicked and placed your foot over the dent made from kicking it before.

You lifted your foot and brought it down to the cold surface, damaging the beautifully furnished CD rack even more. You just felt like destroying everything in this miserable house. If there was a hammer in here, then the television would've been dead for a long time by now.

More tears came out of your (E/C) eyes. Suddenly, you snapped back to reality, and looked at the mess you made. Your soul had gone completely blank. You took a deep breath and thought of the actions you could take and execute. You fumbled with your hands in annoyance and decided that it was best to leave once and for all.

You just wanted to forget. Forget everything you had with him. Forget your relationship. Forget this shared house.

You grabbed your (F/C) handbag which had your purse, phone, laptop, chargers, cosmetics, a few chocolate bars and a notebook with a pen attached to it.

You liked keeping a diary with you. Writing everything you feel made you more calm. You were rarely angry, but if you were, there would be scribbles all over your notebook.

Then there was your (F/C) hoodie; it was very comfortable and you felt more secure in it. You slipped on a pair of ankle socks and looked at the mess you made. Tomorrow was your birthday

He had told you that he was staying away for a while. You thought he was planning something for your birthday. Maybe, but you'll never know. You thought and decided to give him a small surprise.

You went to the store room and found the yellow toolbox. You placed it at the front door and took every single photo you found of him and you. You dropped them at the front door as well. You looked through the toolbox and found what you were looking for.

The hammer.

You brought the hammer down fast and swift towards the pile of photos. The photo frame shattered and you smiled. You could feel the color of your soul being drained. But you didn't care anymore.

You had nothing to lose.

You took out a permanent marker pen and scribbled on the walls. "Thanks for my early birthday present, you asshole," you read out loud. You smirked at your masterpiece and put on your black converse sneakers. You then closed the door and locked it.

You knew exactly where to go. Even he didn't know about it. The place where Mt. Ebott stands.

And that was when your story with another unfolded.