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

~Chapter 24~

"She turned her can't's into can's and turned her dreams into plans."

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*(Y/n) POV*

Waking up in the flower field has become the norm for you. Every dream from the first night you crashed at the skelebros home to now had been the same dream.

Every night you wake up in a flower field with (F/c) wildflowers and that disappearing and reappearing forest. Usually, an ocean or a large lake would be settled below the field you stand in, glistening and shimmering in the rising or setting sun.

That one hill where you'd meet father under the flowering tree. It seemed nostalgic, but you've never been or even remember going to a flower field like the one you'd stand in in your dreams.

After your greeting and meeting, father would say the same words again and fade away, followed by you being thrashed around and narrowly escape the shadow creature. The shadow creature that looked strangely like Frisk.

But now... now was different. You stood in a dark room. There were to be no walls, no ceiling overhead. Just a dark, endless void. You look behind yourself.

There were three doors, one on each side of you and one in front of you that formed a "room". The left door was made of dark brown wood with a golden handle. The right was light blue with a white handle. The door in front of you was made of metal with a little bits of rust around the edges of the iron handle. Each of the three doors had a sign that was nailed to them, but something was off about the signs.

Craning your neck, you step to the dark wood door to scan the sign which displayed a single fire plume. You grip the golden handle and open the door. All of a sudden, the sound and sight of crackling fire filled the air as the temperature rose to deathly heights capable of first or second-degree burns.

Your breath caught in your throat at the heat as you immediately jump away from the door, slamming it shut. You eyed the sign once more seeing that the sign was animated. The plume of red and golden fire on the sign was now dancing as sparks flew up and away from the door, weakly drifting to you.

"Nope," You say to the flying spark (more like to yourself) as you side-step away from it, "I don't want to be burnt, thank you." The spark died out, as well as the resounding echoes of crackling flames. You scowl at the animated sign. You turn to investigate the blue door to your right.

The sign on this door had a picture of a snowflake. Walking over to it, you cautiously open the door, only for the sound of strong wind and shattering icicles echoed in the dark void as millions of tiny ice shards shot toward you, piercing and numbing your body.

The sense of cold struck you, like the heat from the dark wood door did. You yelp, holding your arm up to shield your face from the biting shards. You leap away from it as the door slammed shut.

"Heh, double nope!" you say, relieved that the temperature turned back to normal. "Now for the last one," you start to approach the final door.

The sign of the iron door had two chain links. One of which was broken. Carefully walking to it and gripping the handle, you slowly open the door.

Nothing happened, much to your relief, as you were met by a long, stone hallway. There was an uneasy feeling that settled in your chest about this dark and eerie corridor. You frown, how were you to walk down there without light (even though there are no turns/corners to be seen)?

"Well, nothing is happening..." You say, glancing around yourself again and then look down the dark corridor, which seemed to stretch and loom more and more. "Screw it!"