A second chance (A Human!SansxReader fic)

Chapter ten: Stop scooby doo-ing the fuck around

The song for this chapter is: Terror time

You leaned back in the back seat of Nathan's car, staring out the window. Everything was so stress, Nate was right, for now, all of this crap with Sans and Papyrus and Tori, it wasn't important. It had to wait. You saw him exit onto the 35 and leaned, leaning forward. "Where are we going?" "To the cabin. Multiple roads to get there, tons of trees, if someone is following you, we can lose them." Shit. Your grandma was going to flip out. You leaned back and pulled out your phone, giving her a call. She picked up after the first three rings. "Hey, Grandmama? I'm going with Nate and Nat to their cabin. They're going to be doing some redecorating and want my help." Your grandmother didn't sound too sure, and honestly you felt awful lying to her. "Are you sure you'll be alright? After yesterday I just don't feel comfortable-" "Mama, it was just an accident. I'm fine. I promise." God, this was awful. It wasn't an accident, you knew that. You were in danger. Your grandmother sighed and agreed. "Call me when you get there and let me know when you're coming home. I love you." "I love you too Grandmama, bye." You hung up and sighed. "I hate lying to her...." You were starting to have second thoughts. Maybe you should just go to the police? First a fire starts that could have killed you, then someone was following you with a gun...wait, did the police the manager called ever even catch the guy? Shit, you forgot to ask. "I know." Nathan sighed, keeping his eyes on the road. "But it's not like we can go to the cops and tell them your dead friend told us they were murdered." True... "Everybody get comfortable. This is a three hour drive." "We're stopping for food." You sighed, beginning to mess around on your phone.

The ride up to the cabin was uneventful, and it was probably the most relaxed you had been since yesterday. Nathan stopped at a McDonalds and you all got some burgers before finally reaching the cabin. It was huge, no surprise, at least three stories, made wit gorgeous red wood. The place even had stained glass windows for Pete's sake! "Your parents have way to much money to spend." You said as you looked around. Their kitchen was bigger than the entire first floor of your house! "No joke." Nathan chuckled and got you all into the living room, all of you climbing onto the couch as you pulled out your phone. "Okay, so...should I try it?" You asked, staring at the link to the chat bot in the article. "I say go for it." Natasha nodded, grabbing a throw pillow off the couch and hugging it. She was kind of treating this like a sleep over, and you weren't sure how to feel about that. You sighed and clicked on the link. It sent you straight to a chatroom that made you think of Cleverbot. It asked you to enter your name, so you put in Cherry Bomb. The minute you were ready a message popped up.

Brit: Took you long enough, silly!

Oh god. This was strangely terrifying. You glanced up at Nathan, who gave you a reassuring nod and smile.

Cherry Bomb: Sorry. Uh..hi?

Brit: Hi! Awkward, right? Sorry about, you know..

Brit: All this. I can't imagine how you must feel right now.

Cherry Bomb, hah, yesh. I'm kinda ready to have another break down.

Brit: ANOTHER? But you haven't had one in a long time, right?

Brit: God, (Y/N), I am so sorry. This has just messed you up so badly.

Brittany was dead. She really shouldn't be apologizing for how that affected you. God, this was all so messed up.

Cherry Bomb: Don't apologize, Brit. Anyway, what's going on.

Cherry Bomb: How come you're contacting me through this thing?

Cherry Bomb: Dawn said your deaths weren't an accident. That someone locked the doors so you couldn't leave.

Brit: Oh brother...

Brit: Cherry, I'm sorry..

Brit: Dawn is wrong. There was no murder.

Brit: It was just an accident.

Woah, woah, woah. Hold the front door. "She says that Dawn is wrong. It was just an accident." You repeated what Brittany had sent you. Nathan and Natasha furrowed their brow. "...That makes no sense. If it was just an accident then why would someone-" "Try to kill us in a fire and chase me with a gun?" You cut Natasha off, not able to keep the edge out of your voice. Rage was starting to bubble in your chest and your hands shook as you clutched the phone. "..That isn't Brittany." Nathan finally concluded, and you had to agree. If they thought they could trick you so easily, whoever they were, they had another thing coming! You were not going to be jerked around!

Cherry Bomb: I don't know who you are, but you're an idiot.

Cherry Bomb: You already tried to hurt me.

Brit: I see.

Brit: Clever girl.

Brit: Or not.

Brit: Then you are already aware of the danger you're in. I would suggest you don't go any further.

Brit: If you value your life.

Brit: Or the lives of your friends.

Cherry Bomb: Are you making a threat?

Brit: No. I'm giving you a warning. Stop scooby doo-ing the fuck around.

This was moving too fast. Finally the realization of what all was going on hit you.

Your friends were murdered.

Their killer was chasing you.

Your new friends lives' were being endangered.

Maybe it was best that you stopped. It was safer.

Nathan read over your shoulder and you heard him give a calm, thoughtful hum before taking it from your hands and setting it on the coffee table. "(Y/N). This is dangerous. But whatever choice you make...Morgan was my friend. So was Jasper, and so are you. I'm going to back you up, and I know Natasha is too." "And so is Emilie!" Natasha chimed in. "You heard her yesterday. She's all for this." You stared at your friends, trying to process what was going on. And then it happened.

*Knowing your friends are going to help you, no matter what, fills you with DETERMINATION*

You snatched the phone off the table and began typing furiously.

Cherry Bomb: I'm going to get to the bottom of this.

Cherry Bomb: Sorry not sorry.

Cherry Bomb: I'm going to find out the truth for my friends, and you're going to pay. So do us all a favor, FUCK OFF.

Brit: Fine.

Brit: your funerals.

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Like, Zoinks Scoob, it looks like we can't catch a break!

It's official, the game is afoot! You've made your stand, dear readers, and there's no backing down now. You've put your life, and the lives of your friends on the line, but they chose to help you. Now you'll have to be fast on your feet unless you want to end up like those before you who tried to get in this killers way.

What, you actually thought you were the first? How cute.