Chorophobia (Dancetale! Sans x Reader

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Your POV

I smiled, sitting on the bed. Toriel was so kind. She didn't waltz around me, and when other monsters were dancing, she blocked them from my vision.

I loved her as a mother, and I appreciated her assistance. I would never had made it through the Ruins alive and without terror.

She peeked through my doorway, smiling sweetly. "Do you like it, my child?"

"Yes, Mom. I wish I could stay here my whole life," I replied, not even caring that I called her Mom.

"B-but," she said, sounding a little nervous while her smile vanished, "you can stay here your whole life."

I contemplated that for a moment, then nodded. "I guess I'll have to wait and see, okay?"

Her smile returned and she nodded. "Yes, of course. But you should rest. The walk through the Ruins must have tired you, my child."

"Sounds good, Mom." I grinned and laid down, cuddling the sheets.

Toriel's POV

Crap, crap, crap, crap, crap. They want to leave. Oh, God.

I took a deep breath and went to the living room, doing a couple waltz exercises since (Y/N) wasn't around.

This would calm me down. Surely they'd decide to stay?

But the more I thought of it, the more I realized that they would leave eventually. They always do.

I sighed heavily, doing a little waltz by myself.

I knew that I wanted to protect them, but what could I do? If I battled them by dancing, well...

They'd be beyond terrified, knowing that their so-called mother was ignoring their phobia.

I was so torn.

Fight them, and have them be too scared to fight back? Or let them through the door with the knowledge that I didn't try to stop them?

I shook my head in discomfort, not wanting to think about the topic anymore. I sat in my rocking chair that was pushed back near the wall and quietly hummed a tune.

(A/N: Heartache if you didn't already guess ;P)

Your POV

I awoke, very well rested. I almost put my foot down on the ground, when my eyes noticed first a slice of pie.

Ooh.

I grinned, picking it up immediately. Being the person I was, I stuffed it in my mouth and ate it in one bite.

Butterscotch-cinnamon? I guessed by the taste.

Mom's cooking is so jodido amazing.

(A/N: Look it up if you don't know what it means. Hint: It's Spanish)

I licked my lips and skipped out of the room and down the hallway. I saw Mom sitting in a rocking chair, staring at the ceiling with her eyes glazed.

"Mom?" I said, making her jump in surprise and focus her gaze on me.

"O-oh, hello, my child! How was your rest?" she inquired nervously.

"Very good, thanks!" I approached her and sat on the arm of her chair. "What were you thinking about?" I asked, recalling that she must have been deep in thought if she was staring so intensely at the ceiling.

"O-oh, well..." She trailed off, tapping her fingers on the other arm of the chair. She finally sighed, defeated. "My child, before you say anything... I've thought about you leaving the Ruins."

I perked up at that.

"I must tell you... there is more monsters out there that I cannot protect you from. Every single one of them has a dance style, (Y/N)." I bit my lip as she continued. "You have creativity, though, and I'm sure that you will be able to find your own way through."

My heart swelled at her words, and I felt very guilty about even thinking about leaving. "Well... can't you come with?" I said quietly, lowering my head to look at the floor.

"I'm... sorry. I... I can't come with..." She stared intently into my eyes, making me look back. "I want you to be safe, okay? Don't let your fear take over."

Tears threatened to spill as I nodded. "I'll try."

"Thank you. I'll get you some more pie to take with you." Mom pat my head and hurried into the kitchen to get one or more slices of pie.

I let tears flow as the guilt finally got to me. Gosh, Toriel has a way with words. I smiled weakly under the tears and knew that I would deeply miss her.

She returned with three slices of pie. Two were in her hands, and one was balanced on top of her head.

"O-oh, thanks, Mom," I thanked happily, wiping my tears. She set them on a coffee table that was pushed against the wall and hugged me, catching me by surprise.

"(Y/N), my dear child... I will miss you so much," she said as I felt hot tears fall onto my back.

"Likewise," I breathed, not pulling away yet.

"I want you to keep one of the slices for yourself, okay? And I need you to do me a favor: give a slice to a skeleton-- I don't know his name, but he has a brother named Papyrus who I also want you to give one to. Got it?" she requested of me.

"I'll try to remember," I promised.

She pulled away, and quickly wiped her eyes. "Thank you."

I put the pies in the backpack I found in my room, slinging it over my back.

"I love you, Mom!" I told Toriel, smiling to cover up my grief and guilt.

"And I love you, my child."

I gave her another quick hug and went into the basement.