Broken Souls 1 - Sans × Monster!Reader COMPLETE

Memories: The Experiment

I lay in one of many beds in the room feeling numb. My arms are throbbing in pain. I look around the bleak room waiting for someone to come. There's someone is laying in the bed next to me, but we're not allowed to talk to each other. No one is allowed. It's almost tempting to break the rules, but disobedience is futile.

A man in a lab coat with holes in this hands approaches me. I stand up on queue and he leads me to a separate room. I sit in the chair and get strapped in as part of routine. He summons of soul out of my body and injects some goo into it. I scream and writhe in pain. Expressionless, he jots notes into the folder.

Once he's done poking and prodding me, one of his assistants takes me to confinement. The side effects of most things he does to me turns me violent. Confinement will keep me from gaining EXP they told me. I had already accidentally killed one of the test subject, although I feel like I gave him mercy from this wretched place.

After hours of solidarity, it's time to check my vitals. Another assistant comes in. Such a mundane task is unfit for the doctor.

"#2278, correct?"

"Yes."

"Okay. Let's get started, but first, tell me your real name." Is he joking? Playing with my emotions? What kind of sick f*ck is he? Names here are stripped away from test subject, every assistant knows that. "If you don't want to tell me that's fine." I stay silent. He takes everything he needs and jots them in my folder, then hangs it on the wall. "All done. Any questions?" I still refuse to answer. "The silent type. Let's see if this works. What's a skeleton's favorite instrument. The trumbone." I laugh uncontrollably. "Wow. I've never had such a great audience before. Now will you tell me your name." Still laughing, I shake my head. "No? What if I tell you my name first? Deal?" I nod.

"It's ______," I tell him.

"Pearl. It's nice to meet you. I'm Sans. Sans the skeleton." He brings out his hand for me to shake, but I decline. "Don't you know how to greet a new pal? You gotta shake my hand." I reluctantly do what he tells me wanting to avoid getting in trouble. A high pitched noise fills the tiny room when I grab onto him. "The old whoopie cushion in the hand trick. That's a classic." I laugh some more. It's nice having someone to talk to, but I wonder how long he'll keep up this rouse.

"It was nice talking to you, but I have to go. I'll see you around." Sans leaves and I immediately miss his company.

Dinnertime is when confinement ends. When I'm released, I look around for Sans, to no avail. He was probably just a fever dream anyway.

Instead of going to meal, I'm getting dragged back into the test room. There's another monster strapped in a chair by the time I arrive. They strap me down next to him. The doctor summons my soul again, but this time uses the needle to extract. I try to break free as I trash about. This is the worst pain I've ever felt. I'd gladly take goo injections anyday compared to this.

The doctor then moves from me onto the person next to me. To my horror, he injects my soul into his! The guy next to me breaks free of his straps with ease. His eyes start glowing as he stares the doctor down. He struts up to him, then starts melting. Melting! Watching makes me sick. I no longer want to eat. In fact, my breakfast decides to join the fun.

The guy is nothing but a puddle of goop before they let me out. My SOUL did that to him! I run out of the room to the shower, and I hear someone follow. I wash off the sins I just witness as the assistant who chased me here watches me. I am unphased by him standing there, just as he is unphased by me.

I complete my shower and they send me to eat, although I refuse. After dinner is another round of vital checks. I see Sans amongst the group of assistant here to check all the subjects. I don't recieve him, but he's close enough to where I can hear him. He's joking around with his whomever he's checking. One of the other assistants tells him not to talk to us that way. He tells them in order to preserve the research going on, they can't consider us people. Even though it's a well known truth, it still hurts my soul.

When night takes over, it's time for us to lay. No one gets sleep like we're supposed to. The beds are uncomfortable for starters, but even of that weren't the case we wouldn't be able to sleep. Nightmares of the day plague us of we do.

Tonight is Sans' night to watch us. He must me new if they're forcing him to work 24 hour shifts. The job's not hard, all he has to do is sit there and watch us.

I lay awake staring at the wall for hours before nature calls. I do my business and walk back to bed. Sans stops me.

"Hi _____, how was your day?" I just shake my head and look down. "That bad? Did you at least my my joke humorous enough to brighten your day a bit?"

"What's your deal?" I ask bluntly.

"I know you're not use to us being friendly, but I know what it's like to be in your position."

"How so?" There's no way he understands, but I'm curious about his answer.

"I was Gaster's first sucessful experiment. I'm working with him now to see how stable my soul is on it's own." He knows better than anyone then. Well I be d*mned.

"What do you mean?"

"My soul was made artificially. I function independently, but still need a way to monitor me. Long story short, I want you to feel like the people they pretend your not. They want to disassociate from you so the don't feel bad."

"Why are you telling me this?"

"Because you laughed at my jokes."

"That's it..."

"Yep. So what life did you have before you got here?"

"I don't remember. No one remembers, so don't ask. It hurts too much."

"Alright, so what else should I avoid asking?"

"There's a lot of things you shouldn't ask, which I'm sure you'll learn eventually." This back and forth with Sans feels so nice that I almost forget all the bad things I've been put through. We talk some more and the night passes in a breeze.