A New Light (UT!SANS X READER)

c h a p t e r • 2

You sped walk down the road, immediately letting your mind roam to all the idiotic things you did.

You drank bourbon?

You haven't had bourbon since your dad died.

I don't want to think about it.

Fucking Hell, you made yourself think about it. Don't do stupid shit like that. Bourbon gets you drunk faster than anything else.

I know! Cut me some slack!

Not just bourbon, but you had a one night stand?

You've only ever had sex with Henry!

I know!

You couldn't help but think of Henry and what he'd say.

He'd be really forgiving.

When you weren't dating.

He'd be helping you through it, although, you'd still have to get through a rough talk with him about responsibilities and everything.

But he was the cause.

And he cheated on you.

You just wanted to get home.

God, but you couldn't speed walk for much longer. Your sore legs were already starting to hurt again.

Slaps of flesh against bone filled the room. You screamed out in pleasure as Sans continued rutting into you like a crazed animal. His pelvic bone was kinda hurting you with the force he used, and you were 90% sure you'd have a large bruise, but God, the sex was just way too good.

You slowed down your pace, taking a leisurely stroll down the sidewalk.

Wait, what was the time?

Groaning in frustration, you shoved your dead phone back in your pocket.

You sort of wished you had taken a ride from Sans.

No you don't!

Yeah you do.

You groaned inwardly.

You continued walking down the strange road, and gaining some attention from strange people.

Maybe it actually was pretty sketchy here?

You felt your lungs tighten. You could breathe, but it was getting harder.

You kept your eyes trained on the pavement ahead of you, still looking for any signs of familiar territory.

This was such a stupid idea.

Oh, god, you were gonna get lost forever.

You subconsciously started scratching at your forearm, a tick you had developed at a young age, and something you were trying to stop.

You realized you were scratching when an annoying pain raced up your arm.

Immediately, you stopped, and kept glancing around to find any spots you might've known.

No such luck.

Thankfully, after only a minute, you gathered up the courage to ask a stranger what the time was.

They told you, and sympathized with your dead phone, saying they could let you borrow theirs.

Again, your anxiety decided to kick you in the ass, and you declined politely.