Sleep is for Wimps (Asylumtale Sans x Demented! Insomniac! Reader)

Chapter 6

Sans' P.O.V
Her - her hand is so soft and relaxing, it's like all my bones are melting away. But she tugs on me, "Move faster!" (Y/n) hisses working her slim and curvy body through the crowd of people in the asylum. I nod, entranced by the movement of her hips that I don't even notice my hand slips away from hers.

(Y/n)'s P.O.V
Wait, where's Sans?! I don't see him or feel him. "SANS!" I cried out, looking around. But I felt the hands of another goer of this wretched place, wrap around my arms and drag me. "Move or lose it missy," He tells me, gripping tighter.

"SANS!!" I screamed, but I didn't hear his voice. My - my love was gone. I failed, I failed.

I failed, I failed, I failed, I failed, I failed, I failed, I failed, I failed, I failed, I failed, I failed, I failed, I failed, I failed, I failed, I failed, I failed, I failed. How could I fuck up so badly?

My lungs felt like they were constricting, tighter and tighter the farther apart I was from him. The top of my chest rose and fell in a swift manner as I stumbled along. Nothing was visible, everything was blurry. I couldn't be crying - right? No, I'm not that shitty. At least, I hoped I wasn't.

~One magical (or tragic) time-skip later~

Author's P.O.V
(Y/n) was forced to follow the other members of the asylum, as they ran in all different directions; for purposes of new life. She collapsed to the floor in grief for Sans, he was probably dead by now from the guards. Or being trampled. Her body was laying flat on her side, as she screamed for Sans once more. Hysteria got the better of (Y/n), her fingers digging into her palm.

Sans on the other hand, had ran back to their room as quick as he could. He searched through every nook and cranny to make sure you hadn't gone another way. His (non-existent) heart hammered as he teleported to the front stairs. Sans' eye lights replaced by the pitch black of his sockets.

He ran and ran, until he tripped over a body. Was it his marrow leaking from stress? No! Sans picked himself up, before looking at what had made him collide with the cement. It's (Y/n)... He thought, his eye-lights returning to a shade of white.

She blinked away the tears, that would not stop running as somethi— somebody picked her up. Her body stiffened, thinking she'd been caught. Her soft fingered traced Sans' face, and her (h/c) whipped into his teeth. "We have to go," - A soft whisper, made him blush.

"On it,"

He inhaled and started his trek to find you two a home. Far, far away from the asylum.

(End) ||Word count: 482 words||
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As short as this story was, I felt really bad for not putting enough time and energy into it. But what fandom should I (specifically us, the admins) write about next? Let us know in the comments! —Destruction