Determined or Heartless? [Reaper Reader X Frisk... Chara... Or Both?]

Chapter 47: That Promise I made... I shall never break it.

Incoming cringe? Anyways enjoy.
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This has been the journey so far...

The air was calm and quiet between the two... The Reaper is more concerned for the young girl. They make their way into the next room.. And soon... They will forced to be separated...

-Crow Father.

(y/n): Why the hell is there a massive corridor down here?

Frisk: I... Don't know.

After searching around "Toriel's house" you were unable to find Toriel anywhere. So that led you to one thing, downstairs... But when you and Frisk got below... You stood inside a massive corridor with windows that barely showed any light as you looked at Frisk and asked.

(y/n): You think Asgore is at the other side?

Frisk looks up at you as she rubs her arm and slightly smiles.

Frisk: I mean... It looks like we're getting close.

You simply nodded as you looked forward and spoke.

(y/n): Ok... We're almost at the end.

???: Hey kiddos.

You raised both your eyebrows as you turned to the side to see Sans, leaning against one of the large pillars as you asked.

(y/n): Sans?

Sans: Hey kid, thought I'd drop by to talk to you for a second.

You looked at Sans with confusion as Frisk walked passed you as she placed an arm on your shoulder and spoke with a slight smile.

Frisk: I'll... Wait for you at the end.

(y/n): Alright, Frisk.

You smiled back as Frisk began walking away, you turn towards Sans before asking.

(y/n): So? What is it? Better not be puns, Sans.

Sans: Nope. No puns today kid.

(y/n): Hmm...

You waited for Sans to begin... But... He didn't say a word, he just stood there in silence as you asked.

(y/n): Well?

Sans: Hold on.

Sans replied as you waited again... Still silence as you looked back towards Frisk as she was a bit far away as you looked at Sans and spoke.

(y/n): I'm not going to sit around, Sans. Hey Fr-

However you couldn't move your legs as you looked down to see some bones around your feet, stopping you from moving as you looked at Sans as he stood there with his hands in his pockets of his jacket.