A string of bad luck. G sans x reader

You don't care for music, do ya

"Is she dead?" "Yeah. Died at 6:28pm on March 5th. Last week. A bullet straight through the head. Her soul shattered before we got to her but even then we couldn't save her." "God. It was the song wasn't it? We shouldn't have sung 'see you again'." 'It cursed it. Now I have a hole in my shoulder and she will be 6 feet under with some morticians' clay in her head' "hey, dove. It wasn't your fault." "How do you know? I was the one who told her to sing it. God. March 5th was the day my mom died. 11 years later my best and only friend dies on that da-" "were you abused?" Wtf? "What's it to ya?" Shit shit shit shit. "Because I swore to protect you. Plus I'm your doctor so I need to know these things." How could he tell? How did he find out?! "Yeah, I was. So what? It's not like it matters." He practically chokes on the cigarette that he's smoking. "I was viewing your X-rays. You have a few broken but mostly healed bones. Including a few ribs your opposit shoulder, ankle and toe. No one gets that many broken bones from one bullet wound that missed all bones and arteries. I should know since I'm a skeleton. Now, one or two broken ribs is understandable since you hit the ground with enough force to shatter a sturdy wooden guitar. But four isn't okay." "I got the broken toe in dance, shoulder in gymnastics two ribs also from gymnastics, I was beat ups so there's the other ribs. The ankle was from cheer. Happy?" "How about the cuts, scars and bruises on your back?" 'Does he ever stop prying?' "My dad. That's all you need to know. Other than that in just your average busy 16 year old." The cigarette goes flying. "Your file says you're 18! You look 18!" I snort. "Nope. Born in 02. So, how was is like growing up in the underground, Doctor snas?" "I told you, it's sans. Like the font. And it sucked shitballs. The last week me and my bro were down there, us and our dad were working on an experiment. It blew up. Now I have half of my dad and paps has half of him. It's weird and annoying when he talks to me." 'So that's why he talks to himself?' "Cmon Dove. You need to get back to the room. Your bandages need changed and you have to get dressed for the veiwing and burial." "Can we listen to music the on the way?" "No." "Why?" "Music is pointless and is set to entertain and distract the mind. No work can be entertaining. Therefore music is a waste of time and keeps up from improving." "I think you just don't like music, mr snas." "You will never learn, will you?" "Mmmmnope!"

I did good right? I mean, it seems like just dialogue but it is I guess. Also, I welcome all constructive criticism. And update schedule is completely random. I post two today I may post none tomorrow. No one knows.well thx for reading babes and dudes.