Quick lil A/n
Music in this video belongs to SharaX
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Y/N's P.o.v
I'm glad that there are more people like me now. It makes me disgusted to think that humans made monsters live underground for so many years. If anything, humans should have been forced underground. They were the real monsters.
I was pulled out of my trance by a voice. "Uh, Kiddo? You ok there?" It was Sans. "Me? Of course I'm okay!" I replied back. I wanted him to know I was sorry for everything humans ever did. "Sans, I'm sorry." He had confusion written all over his face (skull). "For what?"
"For what humans did to you- no, our race."
A light blue spread across his cheek bones.
Sans' P.o.v
Why did the kid feel the need to apologise? It wasn't her fault. I guess she felt that guilty because while she was up here, we were in that living hell. "Sans?" It was the kiddo. I simply hummed a yes. "It wasn't your fault, if anything, humans should have been forced underground instead."
I was taken back by that. Did she really mean it? If she did, she must have some reason to believe that. Right? I looked back at her arm. She noticed and began to speak.
Y/N's P.o.v
Sans looked at my arm. I realised why. He was going to ask about the scars. "My 'parents' and myself caused these. Oh god... I said to much. Sorry, got to go to work!" After stating that I gave Sans my phone number and teleported back home in a flash of F/C (favourite colour) light.
My parents would kill me if they knew that I told someone about how I got my scars.
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Hi guys! WolftaleCreator here! This is the next chapter! I was going to have Sans get trapped in Y/N's house but decided against i- welp. There goes my secret for the next chapter.
Undertale belongs to Toby Fox
WolftaleCreator out ~
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Two halves make a whole ( Au Sans x Female! Hybrid! Abused! reader) DISCONTINUED
Fanfiction{Cover art made by me on Ibis Paint. I know it's bad.} (DISCONTINUED) You're a skeleton-human hybrid and were abused by your parents. Until tons of skeletons begin to show up at your house.
