KETCHUP~ SansxReader-Chan (DISCONTINUING)

Chapter Four : Fragmented

Y/N (Fragment) POV
(How? We may never know... >:3)
May 2, 20XX
Blinking, I slowly peal my eyes open and support myself with an arm-- at least one of which does not appear to be injured. How did I happen upon this injury?
I try to wave it off and try to take in my surroundings slowly, seeing that I am at a risk here, with this sharp back- stabbing pain and all.
I appear to be sitting up in a small patch of mellow yellow flowers, buttercups, that is.
Why buttercups? I ask myself in silent wonder, raising an eyebrow.
Why buttercups?
Wait-- what is that smell?
That smell-- that's right, I... Don't smell anything.
Why is that?
Shakily, I stand up, and tread over to the next room, through a purple door with a strange symbol on it. It seems annoyingly familiar, but I can't quite seem to put my finger on it.
I enter the strange door.
In the middle of it, there is another yellow flower, but with a face in the midst of all of it's petals. At once, although adorable, I knew I should not trust this flower.
"Howdy, I'm Flowey the Flower!"
"Flowery da Flower? What kind of name is that?" I ask hesitantly, suspicious of his all- too- fake introduction.
"It's Flowey! Flowey the Flower!"
Angered, "Flowey" puffs his cheeks out, pouting. Well, about as much as a flower could pout.
"Argh! I've had about enough of you! DIE!"
Small white pellets surround me suddenly, probably Flowery's doing.
"Well that escalated from zero to one hundred really fast." I note, never showing much, if any, emotion.
Suddenly, a conflagration knocks Flowery off balance with a literal burn to the face.
Glancing up, I see a goat/bunny/mom??? heading my way. Was she the one who burned that Flower?
"My child! Are you hurt? I am Toriel, caretaker of the RUINS. Come, my child, and I will guide you through them. There are many puzzles scattered throughout them, some deadly."
"Toriel" invited me. She didn't seem dangerous, at the time being. But there is some type of dark aura following her, like a broken shadow.
Noticing her motherly status and nature, I accept her request. This resulted in Toriel basically guiding through most of the RUINS. Later on, I had to go on my own, but I was fine with that.
To be honest, I kind of preferred to explore on my own. There was just something about Toriel that I couldn't understand. She seems to be driven by... What do you call them... Emotions?
Peculiar, no?
Hm.
Anyway, after I had devoured Toriel's Cinnamon/Butterscotch pie, and had a good night's rest in a small child's bed GoatMom had somehow already prepared for me, I knew the time had come. I needed to leave, and I knew I needed to do it now.
I have a hunch GoatMom will try to stop me if I ask about leaving, so I sneak down stairs, down the long corridors.
It led to one last room. Just one more room, and I will be free to do what- so- ever I choose.
Creak, creak!
Of course, this rusty old door creaked, and quite loudly, I might add. Gusts of wind flew in the room I was attempting to finally leave.
I heard Toriel protest angrily, something about protecting me...
But it was too late. I couldn't turn back now, no matter the cost.
And thus I was brought into...

Snow.

Snow.

And even more snow.

How does that work? Am I not underground? As in, not on the surface, as in, you know, it shouldn't be able to snow down here? It defies all logic! I guess that's just what makes it so intriguing...

"Hey, kiddo. Turn around. Shake my hand. Aren't you gonna turn around to greet a new pal?"
A somewhat deep voice address me, and my orbs widen. Maybe it was the fact that I had been lost in thought (about the snow), or the fact that this person's voice sounded familiar. Painfully familiar. And by painfully familiar, I mean that my head hurt trying to think about it. So I tried to not think about it.

Curious, I obeyed the voice, and turned around to shake his hand, as requested. Somehow, I expected a joke to go along with it.

But there was none.

As it turns out, the voice was a short skeleton, wearing a plain white T- shirt, a zippable blue jacket with a stain from... something?, pink but somewhat worn out slippers, and lastly, black shorts with a white line running down the sides. So, the vibe that he gave was pretty chill. Of course, what ruined that was his expression when he saw my face. His eye lights were out, and all that was left was his dark eye sockets, but no pinprick in the midst of them.
"Is something on my face?" I raise an eyebrow, trying to be unaffected by the skeleton's scary appearance.

He didn't answer, that is until...
"Y-y/N? Is- is that you? Why- *sigh* why are you, you know, colorless?"

How did he know my name? And what does he mean by, "colorless"?

"What do you mean, colorless? And how do you know my name?"

"You- you don't remember me? Oh, who am I kidding, of course you don't. Of course you don't. And yes- yes you are colourless. Black and white, no skin color, nothing." "Would you happen to be something called a 'fragment'?"

"Hm? Yes, why do you ask?"

"No reason..."

"It's true. I am a fragment... "
I murmur those last words, savoring them as much as possible.
Signed,
Y/N L/N