Chorophobia (Dancetale! Sans x Reader

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Sans's POV

I stood by the door, hearing someone approaching.

Frisk?

I assumed that it was the young human who's dance style was ballet, but I was soon to realize that I was wrong.

I slipped into the shadows so whoever came through the door wouldn't see me.

Your POV

I came through the door into a dark hallway, and in it was Flowey the flower.

"Hmm, (Y/N). You seem to have survived the Ruins," he mused. "Although, I highly doubt you'll make it through Snowdin alive."

"What?" I questioned.

His face contorted into some demonic expression that I couldn't begin to explain, and I immediately thought that I was going to die right then and there.

Instead, a creepy laugh echoed from his mouth and he went back into the ground again.

I blinked. "....Okay?" I mumbled.

I went forward, ignoring what just happened.

I stepped through another doorway, emerging into a snowy wonderland. But...

It wasn't cold.

In fact, I didn't feel anything.

It wasn't warm nor cold. This confused me to a whole other level. I shook that off, knowing that monsters existing was just as weird.

As I went along, I heard slow, deliberate steps, making me walk faster.

(A/N:
Reader: Making my way downtown. Walking fast.
Sans: *Suddenly behind you* Notice me senpai~
Reader: *Dabs and speedwalks away* Walking faster!)

I saw a stick ahead and carefully stepped over it, not wanting to harm it. Heck, that was pretty sad that I wanted to hurt absolutely nothing, including a measly stick.

I sighed at that thought, but it wasn't a completely bad thing. At least no one was getting killed this way.

The steps only grew louder and more ominous.

I soon was running, being careful as to not trip over myself.

And then I fell.

I screamed as I tripped and landed face first in the snow.

"Mierda," I hissed at myself. (A/N: Again, look it up.)

Suddenly, the person approaching was literally standing right behind me. I could feel their presence.

Carefully peeling my head off of the ground, I saw a bridge in front of me that had bars too wide to stop anyone. If I could just escape through that...

"h e y, p a l."

Crap. There it is.

I swung around, seeing a dark figure that I couldn't really see from where I was sitting.

"oh, are you okay? did you want a hand?" they asked, and by now I could tell that the voice was masculine. He held out a hand.

I gratefully took it, and immediately noticed that it was cold and made of bone.

A skeleton.