Sorry About That (Gaster!Sans x Reader)

What's Most Important

G's dreams aren't pleasant tonight, but then again, they never are. The theme is always the same. Being torn apart from something, someone, or himself. His worst fear is isolation and every night that he goes to bed alone makes that fear double itself over.

Tonight his dreams stay the same, but now you're there. You've only been in his dreams a few times, and it was never pleasant. This time wasn't anything different. You're standing over him, practically looming, even though you're shorter than the skeleton. There's a cold look in your eyes as if you know something. Something that you shouldn't. You make him feel so small and he expects you to yell at him, make him feel guilty for all he's done. But you don't say a word.

Somehow that's even worse.

The dream shifts, suddenly he's somewhere different. You're both in the living room of your house and sat down on the floor. He's looking at you with lazy eyes, and when he observes himself he sees someone different.

G is talking to you with a familiar voice that isn't quite his, but he can't figure out the words. You look upset by what he says nonetheless, which G doesn't find surprising. There wasn't such a thing as 'good news' in his dreams.

The setting shifts again. He sees you, smiling at him and mouthing quiet words meant for anyone other than him. And yet you're looking right at him. You hold his broken holed hands in your perfect soft ones, making him feel safe and warm. You look lovely.

But then you begin to cry, and it's the worst thing G has ever been put through in his dreams. You sob openly in front of him, crying in anguish as your hands grip his even tighter. Suddenly the words spilling out of your mouth find vibration and sound, traveling to his ears in watery words.

I hate you, you tell him. And it makes him feel so, so cold. I hate you so much.

But then with a loud ring from his alarm he's wide awake.

The skeleton is alone in his room, the lights turned off. The only light is the morning sun shining through his thick curtains covering the windows. His skeletal body still feels that coldness from his dream and he's slick with sweat.

G gets out of bed slowly, his bones and bed creaking similarly together as he stands. A few magical joins pop as he stretches, making the skeleton sigh softly.

The words you said to G in his dream still murmur in his skull while he gets ready for the day. He doesn't pay much attention to it, nor does he pay attention to the depressed hum of his soul. It's not anything he's not already used to.

The skeleton doesn't feel like eating, so instead he sits on the couch and waits for you to wake up so the two of you can talk like you wanted. He can't fully relax while knowing that you're probably mad at him, but it gets better once Baba scuttles out of the kitchen and hops onto his bony lap. Idly he pets the dog's soft fur as he waits.

All in all, it's not that bad of a morning.

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you need to be careful. because i can't always stop gaster when he wants to hurt people. cause sometimes i want to hurt people too. and if we're both like that... g will hurt you. he'll hurt you bad.

sans's warning plays through your mind as you look at your roommate through the hallway between your rooms.

His eyes are closed and his hand moves slowly across Baba's fur. The dog has curled up and around and over him, nothing unusual for Baba and G. It's such a peaceful sight that it makes you doubt sans's words from last night.

But you know better than to give people the benefit of the doubt. You've been hurt by doing that before and you're not going to let it happen again. Not with G.