The Way of the Lost - (Underfell Sans x Reader) || Discontinued

~Chapter 12~

"A goal without a plan is just a wish."

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*(Y/n)'s POV*

Not many things happened later that night. Just pondering on ideas for Undyne's and Alphys' wedding. 

You take a shower, cleansing all the worries of today. Once done, you grab a towel and wrap yourself in it. You see that scar on your forearm, given to you from a mother that didn't give a flipping penguin about you or your young brother. You feel the tiniest bit of guilt. Why? You could've stopped her. You should've protected Frisk better. You should've- and and and...

'That doesn't matter anyway.' You shake those useless thoughts. 'That happened a long time ago, and you were just little (Y/n).' You encourage yourself more. 'There's no need to feel guilty for that nasty women, after what she did to you and Frisk.'

You walk out of the bathroom to your room and get into your (F/c/2) pajamas. Then you get into bed, thinking about tomorrow's meeting and what might happen, and sleep.

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"Frisk!" You call, walking to your brother's room. Today, you decided to wear a grey t-shirt with a (F/c) hoodie and black/grey leggings. 

"Get up! Do you want to come with me to the meeting today?" You hear a soft yawn when you open the door. Frisk stirred in his half-sleep and sat up. He then groggily looks to you and smiles, nodding his head. You smile back, telling him to get dressed.

You head to the bathroom to brush/comb your hair, then put it up in a lazy ponytail ((If your hair is short then you can leave it down)). Then take one last look into the mirror before stepping out. You then see Frisk all ready dressed in a blue sweater with magenta stripes with jean shorts and comes out of his room to the bathroom.

"I'm gonna try to make breakfast!" you chant to yourself, putting a fist in the air and march down the stairs. Upon getting into the kitchen you collect all the ingredients to make (F/b/f) and set them on the counter next to the microwave. With a sigh, you begin to make your favorite breakfast.

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*Meanwhile at the Bakery*

*3rd POV*

Undyne leans back in her chair a little bit, looking out the arched window of the bakery, staring the cars that drove by. The walls of the bakery were a lilac purple with black. Everything was purple. She sighs in disgust at the walls and looks across the table to Sans, who was just staring in space.

"Hey Sans, do you know if Frisk and (Y/n) are coming?" She says. Sans seems to snap out of his trance and look to her. 

"She said she would be here," Sans replies and looks down at the dark purple wood floor. Undyne looks back to the window and sees a white Camaro slow down and park at the curb in front of the bakery. A young woman comes out, along with a little boy.  (Y/n) and Frisk.

"The punks are here!" Undyne shouts, catching everyone's attention and they all look out the window.

"Great!" Toriel exclaims, clasping her white paws together.

"FINALLY!" Papyrus barks.

"cool," Sans states, still looking out the window at them.

"Finally, those darlings were almost late!~" Mettaton remarks, dramatically posing.