~(Y/n) Pov
My mind went back to that flame monster. He looked so familiar, but from where?
"You okay, Flame?" I wasn't paying attention to Sans.
"Maybe he's sick," Christian got my attention for sure.
"Shut the fuck up," I used my flames of course. I grabbed Sans and walked away from the table.
"Whoa, Flame, what's wrong?" I made sure no one was around.
"Who was the flame monster?" I asked him.
"Who, Grillby?" I nodded, "he's the cook here," that name...... shit!
"Cmon," I grabbed Sans hand, we both were swallowed in red flames and we were in front of Grillby, who jumped back. How did I do that? Not the matter at hand.
"Sans...who is this?" He motioned to me.
"Grillby, are you related to Rose?" I asked, using my voice. He tensed up at the name and nodded slowly.
"Who are you? How do you know that name?" He asked in a dark tone. I then did something i never thought I'd do, I took my mask and hood off.
"She's my mother...."
~Sans Pov
My eye sockets widened, she had (h/l), (h/c) hair and (e/c) eyes. She was beautiful.
"(Y/n)?" Grillby asked and she nodded....
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So sorry this is short and it took so long to make, ive been on writers block but was it worth it?
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Sharpshooter ' Mafiatale Sans x Reader '
FanfictionYou were left to survive on your own when you were Ten. Now, your Eighteen and the monster were let free. You were known as, "The Flame," Why were you called that? To find out, read this story. NOTE: Ander, Christian and Georgie are based off real p...
