Jealousy /*∆×∆*/ Sans x Reader

Ch. 3

(Sorry 'bout the slow updates. I'll try to do better! ~Willow)

The void, endless.
My soul, broken.
My mind, empty.
Why...
Why was I here?
Who brought me here?
Who am I?
Who is he?

Some say in the last seven minutes of your life, you see your greatest memories, but, that didn't happen for me. I went from one empty space to another, no time in between. But, soon every memory began crashing in.

My soul was destroyed.
He brought me here.
My name is Y/N.
He is Death.

I am in Death's realm. That's... a lot to take in. Here I thought I had my whole life ahead of me.

"And you do."

I tensed at the voice and turned around quickly. A hooded figure stood a few paces away from me. Cautiously he pulled down the hood revealing a skeleton remarkably similar to the one at the bar.

"What do you mean?! My soul shattered and you brought me here!" I growled to him.

There was a small glimpse of sadness before he returned stone-faced. "You have not yet experienced your true destiny, therefore I must send you back."

Dumbly, I looked around for a way out. "And how in the whole wide world are you going to do that?" I instantly knew what I had said and face palmed.

He laughed and he laughed like he never laughed before. (Which was probably true.) Swiftly, his scythe grew from underneath the dark cloak. "For now, you won't have any body to return too. I'll have to get Tori make a new one. Good luck through your trials.

Within seconds he had swung the scythe and everything went white once more. Stunned, I look around quickly for any sign of life. None. I was alone. Turns out the bright light had just blinded me for a moment or two. The white faded and I found myself back at the bar. Grillby's right?

The room was dark except for the flame elemental's light in the kitchen. No one remained in the bar, chairs had been stacked on the tables, dishes were all stacked and washed in their proper places. The only sign of the battle earlier was the shards of glass and a broken table.

I jumped when I noticed Grillby had been standing next to me. He chuckled, "It'll be some time before they come back." He went straight to cleaningbip the glass and melting it back into the glass sheet.

"Of course it will be a while, They'll be to busy worrying," I laughed. He continued to clean up the mess with out any recognition I was there. "Um, Grillby?" Nothing, not even a twitch in my direction. My mistake wasn't think much of it except that he wasn't much of a talker. "Well, I, uh, see you later Grillby..."

I walked out into the empty street and started back toward Campus. It wasn't much of a walk as the campus had been placed within the city. But even then, it didn't take me as long as it should have.

Soon I reached my room, but it was empty which was weird since all the students are required to be in bed at this time. That comes to another question, why hadn't a teacher told me off yet? I heard a few teachers talking in the next hallway.

"It's a shame that Y/N won't be coming to school anymore," one mentioned.

"They were a great student and will be missed," the other agreed.

Finally it all clicked. No. No, no, no. I panicked and fell against the wall. This can't be happening. This can NOT be happening. HE PROMISED. I turned and and attempted to punch the wall but my hand phased through it along with the rest in surprise.

I landed on my face into another students' room. But my legs were still in the hallway. What the HECK!? I scrambled back into the hallway, panting.

In full blown panic I start running through all the rooms back to the entrance, tears streaming down my face. What this effected me more than Death telling me I was dead, I have no idea.

I ran through the streets in no time at all. I needed proof. I needed to know that this was just a prank. Within seconds I went to the only place I could think they brought me. The hospital. Most likely they wouldn't give up that I had gone.

I ran through the wall into the waiting room to see all my friends waiting there in anticipation. I heard doctors yelling down the halls with a distant hum of the crash cart as they desperately tried to revive my life form. The heart rate had long since flat lined. I collapsed to the floor, my vision darkening.

I couldn't think. I couldn't breath. I couldn't speak. (It makes me laugh when I realize that I had ran through walls thinking it was simply a prank.) For a few seconds, I sat there waiting for my vision to clear.

My friends sat there with tears in their eyes as the doctor revealed the news. A few charged out of the room while another yelled at the doctor. Nothing could surprise me anymore. This was it. He lied.

I walked back out of the hospital. (Time had sped up, in your point of view, it has almost been a day since you were killed) The sky had brightened and I had realized what I had seen was only a replay of what had already happened. The streets were busy as Rush hour settled in. I pushed my way through the crowded side walk, not caring if I ended up sending a ghostly chill through someone. It was over. There is no story left to tell. Events repeated. Life became nothing but a boring game of Monopoly.

The funeral occurred two weeks later and I watched as they lowered the casket into the grave. I couldn't do anything to let them know I was there, or comfort them in their time of need. I was useless. My job was to watch my friends grow old, I realized that.

My story was at its end.

My story is over.

He cannot fix what is already broken.

(I'm sure you guys are thinking "How can this be over? There wasn't anything to do with an xreader on this at all!" It's not over. Please don't stop reading. This will work out in the end.  ~Willow)