Sans x Reader AU Oneshots

Sans x Werewolf Reader

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You shook yourself, your (f/c) shimmering in the light of the moon. Your senses were being overwhelmed.

You growled, and ran home. The sun wasn't coming up for a while yet. You were going home because you smelt someone in your house. Your domain.

You were going to kill them...

You burst in, and growled at a skeleton? That was weird. But anyway, you growled at him, and he turned to you with a shocked expression.

You sensed power. In your mind, power meant dominance. You growled lower, and pounced on him, but he got you off, and shot a bone at you. It cut your front left leg, and you yelped in pain. You ran off.

He was dominant over you. But he hadn't claimed your territory. You would be back the next night.

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"(Y/n), are you sure you don't need any help with those?"

"Nah, Grillbs. I got it- ow!"

You dropped the box you had been carrying, but thankfully a blue aura surrounded it before it hit the ground.

You were about to pick it up, but it was placed where you needed it to be.

Grillby turned to a skeleton, "Thank you, Sans..."

You looked at the skeleton, and a flash of a memory hit you. You had attacked him. But when? You'd never seen him before.

Unless...

You looked at your bandage that you had wrapped around your arm. Another flash came. He hit you with a bone and you bolted to the forest.

"-(/n)? (Y/n)?" Grillby asked.

You shook your head, and looked at him sheepishly.

"Go home and rest. You seem to be more out of it today..." Grillby said worriedly.

You smiled, "Grillby, I'm okay. Really."

"It's an order, (Y/n)..."

You rolled your eyes, "Grillbs, you've known me for a while."

"You're the first human to work here. And the only one still working here. But still, you know I'm only doing this-"

"Because you care about my wellbeing, right?" You muttered. "Grillby, I carry in boxes and take orders... I'm not useful here..."

Grillby jerked back, "How many times have I told you not to talk like that? You aren't worthless. You do important jobs. Now, head home and get some rest. Your arm is hurt."

You sighed, and grabbed your bag. You took off your uniform, just an apron over your regular shirt, and tossed it in your locker. You walked out, and trudged home.

You didn't have a car, so you walked everywhere. You didn't mind. More exercise meant you were tired. If you were tired, you would sleep through the night instead of focusing on hunting things.

You got home, but then... You held your head as it spiked in pain. You opened your eyes, revealing the amber orbs. You shook your head, and then opened your eyes again. They were back to the normal (e/c).