Dedication (Underfell Sans x FemaleElf!Reader)

A Flashback

H/c= hair color, y/n=your name, l/n= last name, N/n= nick name, e/c =eye color, c/c= choice color

   Running. Screaming. Fire. I look up and see a beautiful elven woman holding my hand, with starlight hair and fair skin, holding a golden wood bow, she's wereing this:

She looks brave, but her eyes tell me she is scared-no wait- terrified. You look up at her, and she takes your hand, and runs. I look behind me, and see trees on fire, blazing high into the starry sky. The elf keeps running, and next thing I knew, we where out in an open prairie. I look back at the forest once more, and everything is ablaze. I feel tears streaming down my face, and the elf looks down and picks me up, wiping the tears away with a gloved hand, "don't cry, little one, for you are going to live, you most likely will never see me, or your clan, ever again, but you shall live and carry on the elven name, so do not fret, I love you." she holds her hand together, chanting an incantation, and and opens her hands, blowing gently, and suddenly, the wind picks up, and I'm carried farther and farther away, into the night, watching as armored troops appear out of the trees, and attack her, and the last thing I see before everything going black is her face, smiling, with tear streaming across her face, as a sword is pulled out of her stomach.

    I sit up, with my h/c hair flowing in my face, e/c wide, and breathing heavily. I look around, and see my room, 

Just a flashback. It's just a flashback. I get out of bed, and look out the window of my house. I lived in a nice neighborhood, quaint homes, and nice parks and scenery. But out side of the neighborhood, as the city, which was the absolute opposite. Towering grey buildings, trash everywhere, the classic big city. I walk into the living room, and open the fridge, grabbing a fruit bowl from last night. I sat at the table and almost took my first bite when thunk. I looked at the little puppy on the table for a second, processing how he got up on the table.  "Aww~ hows my little Anjo~?" I cooed, starting to scratch Anjo behind the ears. He panted, wagging his tail, and jumped from the table onto my lap, yelping in an unusual manner. "Anjo, English please!" I laugh, he had forgotten that he was speaking dog. Anjo shakes his head, "Y/n, Y/n Y/n Y/n!" Anjo yelps, panicked "Monsters are on the surface, you missed their arrival, how much magic did you use yesterday? You slept for 4 days straight!" My eyes widen, I try to talk, but nothing came out. I grab under Anjo's fluffy armpits and lift him up, "Anjo... are you sure that they are monsters?" I ask, not hiding the worry in my voice, Anjo look at me quizzically, and wiggles out of my grasp, running to the window, jumping up, snatching the drawstring, and pulling the blinds up. "See for yourself!" I walk uncertainly to the window, and look out. Ho-ly crap. I watch as an owl-like monster strolls down the street with a smaller, younger version of himself, probably his son. They are back.

That was a year ago.

   I walk to the couch, and plop myself down next to Anjo, turning on the TV, and watching Netflix. I've got two hours until work, so I'm good. After watching an hour of Stranger Things, I get up and get ready for work, putting on a black crop top, denim shorts, and a belt with flowers and vines burned into the light brown leather. I grab my ID card, and get in my c/c motorcycle, and drive out of the neighborhood, which was right on the edge of the city, making a left, and later pulling up into a plaza. I parked my bike and took off my helmet. I walk into the bar called Grillby's, which is where I worked. It was owned by a quiet fire monster, and the regulars where a pack of dogs, a monster named Big Mouth, a Drunk Bunny, and last but not least is a Skeleton named Sans. All the monsters are edgy, tough, or downright rude, I wasn't racist, I just didn't want to make enemy's, since these monsters have I-make-enemy's-on-a-f*ckin-daily-basis written all over them. But yesterday Anjo convinced me that maybe I should make friends with some, and maybe get to know them, because, as Anjo said, "everybody's got a soft spot!" I really hated socializing with... everybody except Anjo. I sigh and walk into Grillbys, everybody turning to me, then quickly going back to what they had been doing before. The dogs where trying Go Fish, that little dog was still playing poker against himself again, Big Mouth was sitting at a booth with Drunk Bun, talking about guys, and Grillby was polishing glasses behind the counter. I guess Sans had yet to arrive. I walked behind the counter, and put on a black apron. Grillbys purple flame flickered, and he shot a glance at me, then looked away, his nice way of saying, "you're late, human, good morning." I sighed, I hope Anjo as right. I turn to Grillby,and  force a smile, "y'know Grillby, you can call me y/n if you want, I'v been working here a little too long to be called 'human', but if you want, you can call me n/n..." Grillbys stared at me for 3, agonizing seconds, and said, "I'll call you y/n then, but be careful about giving out you're real name, kay'?" I stood, shocked for a couple seconds, as Grillbys turned back to shining the glassware. Hooollyy... I socialized with Grillby! And he TALKS!  About an hour later, Grillby had gone outside to settle down two gangs, who had been arguing about who had the best guns and weapons, and came back inside, looking p*ssed off, and said he was going home. That left me to tend to the bar. I was wiping the counter, when the little bell on the door jingled, and Sans came stumbling in, with a little dust breaking free from his leg and arm. I gasped and ran to my bag (did I mention you had a bag?) and went through my "city survival supplies", and pulled out a jar of faint glowing green goop, that I made out of healing leaves from the magic market, volcanic ashes, dragon fruit, and other rare items. I ran over to Sans who had sat down at a bar stool, hunched over and wheezing. "Sans" I called, "I'm going to help you, but you have to trust me, okay?" He nodded, red smoke pouring from his eye. I took off the lid, and dipped my index finger in the mushy substance, and touched it to his forehead, muttering an incantation of healing. Sans looks confused, "the fu—" and thump, he went out cold.