Chorophobia (Dancetale! Sans x Reader

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(A/N: Two chapters in one night! The heck? I'm on a roll!)
Your POV

His statement really made me think. "I... I guess so?" I mumbled. "I've never thought of it before."

Sans leaned closer, thinking as well. "well, someone who i used to know was able to do so."

"R-really?" I squeaked, surprised. How... what?

"yeah. their name was frisk. they came down into the underground and befriended everyone."

"Where are they now?" I interrupted.

He put a hand on my shoulder. "i actually have no idea. but, as i was saying," he continued, putting emphasis on 'saying' to show that he didn't want to be interrupted again, so I shut myself up.

"they were a human with an incredible power. the power to reset. their determination was so high that it surpassed flowey's, and they stole the reset option from him." I was super tempted to comment about Flowey, but decided not to exasperate Sans further.

"when they died, they came back to life. and flowey and i were the only ones that knew what they could do," he said wistfully. "no other monster could actually tell when the world was being reset. so i had to live with supposed 'nightmares', and no one knew what i was going through, reliving the same day over, and over, and over."

"frisk befriended everyone. a few times they got past asgore, but many times died before they could get to the end."

"one time, they even met asriel," he mumbled. "and we all got set free."

"but... the kid reset again. and all of the endless happiness that we were granted was pulled out of our grasp once more."

He was starting to tear up, and by instinct I prepared to wipe his tears if they fell.

"and then they finally crossed the line. the next time they came down, their ballet shoes were coated with dust."

"if you didn't know, when monsters die, they turn into dust."

"Oh my gosh!" I gasped, covering my mouth.

"they killed everyone. tori, paps, undyne, mettaton, and.... and me. i tried to save everyone, i... i..." The tears were finally streaming down, sobs quietly wracking his nonexistent throat.

"and they reset again. but... now frisk isn't here. i don't know where they are." He smiled weakly at me, but it backfired and he returned to sobbing.

"y-you're here i-instead. this is the f-first time this has ever h-happened," he confessed, his voice shaking.

I didn't know what to say, so I just grabbed his cheekbones in my hands and wiped the tears. "You're okay now," I whispered, embracing him in a hug. "I guess since you told me your sob story, I have to tell you mine?" I began crying, too. I had too much empathy for my own good.

"n-no, it's okay. i had to tell someone about that. i feel better now," he reassured me, tightly hugging me in return. "i wouldn't want you to get all depressed, too." I felt hot tears on my back.

"It's too late for that," I joked, chuckling to ease the mood. "I might as well tell you."

I pulled away, still rubbing his back as we sat in our comfortable positions again.

"you don't have to," he insisted.

"Ah, whatever. I don't listen to rules. I like to keep it creative," I answered curtly.

He sighed and wiped his face, nodding. "okay, go ahead."

"Okay, so I was ten years old. I had a great love of dancing; my dance style was hip hop."

Sans smirked at that. "i can't see you dancing hip hop."

"Oh, shut up," I laughed, playfully punching his shoulder. "I was ten, okay?"

"okay, okay. continue," he said, laughter bubbling out of his mouth.

"There was a talent show at my school. Many people signed up to do a dance, but I was the only one doing my style. When auditions rolled around, my performance was approved and I practiced for weeks before the talent show."

My face darkened. "On the night of the show, I broke my leg and three ribs during my dance."

"what the actual h🔥ll? how?" Sans shouted in pure shock.

If they could, I'm pretty sure that my eyes would have went black.

"I don't even know. The entire room went pitch black, and the next thing I knew, there's a horrifying crunching sound and unbearable pain rushed over me. I'm pretty sure I almost died that night, and my twin sister Genevieve was pretty terrified." I sighed heavily.

"Being the person I was, I assumed that if I never danced again, nothing would happen to me like that again. And if I never got near anyone dancing, nothing would ever harm me. If I just stayed in the safety of my room and stared at the wall, then I would be okay."

I leaned back on the couch. "But I became a little daring and look where I am now."

I swept my hand across my face to wipe off the small beads of tears that were forming. "I never learned what or who harmed me that night."

Sans's face held a look of horror and sympathy. "holy crap, really? that must've sucked. i don't understand why you decided never to dance again, but i understand why you'd be more paranoid."

Our depression session was interrupted by the door bursting open. "SANS!" a voice sounding like Papyrus yelled.

"yeah?" Sans answered, sounding irritated that Papyrus had interrupted us.

"ANOTHER HUMAN HAS FALLEN! I, THE GREAT PAPYRUS, LEARNED THAT THEY DANCE THE BALLET WITH BEAUTY AND GRACE!"

A human wearing a sleeveless sweater and a pink tutu twirled into the house, grinning at us. Their eyes were closed, but I could tell that they saw all.

I waved nervously. "H-hello."

"Hi! I'm Frisk!" the human announced with excitement.

Wait, did they say...

Sans tensed beside me.

Yep. They said Frisk.

Well, your question has been answered, Sans. My question still needs an answer, however.

"heya, kiddo," Sans said through gritted teeth. "glad you could join us. my name is sans. sans the skeleton."

"I call myself (Y/N)," I said after him.

This was not going to go well.