Diamond Scales (Sans x Dragon!reader)

<No way back>

You were doing way too much waking up in random areas. You didn't know how much more you could take. You sat up in what felt like your bed, but when you looked around, you were surrounded by very childish things. Kid toys, drawings, small shoes. . . Jingles? The dog rested at the foot of your bed. You wondered why you never got him a collar. Oh yeah, it was cause he kept eating them. . .somehow.

You shoved the covers off and stood up, a wonderful smell of butterscotch and cinnamon wafting up to your sensitive nose. You look down to see a hearty slice of pie.

How delicious!

Jingles was still asleep, so you grabbed an old looking sweater and tore the turtle neck part off with your teeth to shove it over his head. At least this would give him some recognition if he were to run off again. You shrugged on your backpack, and put him inside. You open the door, and your shoe squishes down on something. You don't look down, but you already knew what you stepped in.

Great.

Maybe this was why you were bullied? You lift your foot and hang your head in shame. You curse to yourself. What will you wipe your shoe on? What about the pie? You hop as quietly as you can to the now ruined sweater, and scrape as much of the unwanted mush off your shoe as possible.

You use the sleeve to scrape your shoe as clean of smudges, and wrap it neatly to keep the mess in, and stuff it in your bag with disgust. How did you miss that? You had such a good sense of smell, but miss the obvious stench of doodoo??

Your shoe and bag are going to smell for the rest of however long you're stuck down here.

"Stupid dog." You muttered darkly as you listened to his quiet snores behind you.

You pick up the much more appreciated smell of butterscotch pie and grab it to devour the slice then and there.

It was friggin' delicious.

Honestly, you'd start crying if you could.

You left the plate on the bed along with the fork.

No longer that ticked off, you headed out of the room and into another, where it looked like Toriel and the other human were catching up on "72 facts about snails". Toriel looked up when you walked in, and smiled warmly.

"Hello my child. Did you sleep well?"

"Actually yeah, and thanks for the pie! It was really good!" You tried putting as much enthusiasm into your sentence as possible, but it was almost impossible to describe how tasty that pie was.

"Oh I'm so glad! Would you like to hear a few facts about snails?"

You really did, but you needed out.

Now.

"Ah, I'm sorry but is there an exit somewhere? I need to get home..."

The smaller human looked relieved.

Toriel's smile looked strained.

"Excuse me, there is something I must do." She set the child down and walked over to the stairwell. Maybe you should have just left to save her from this conversation. The other human looked at you and smiled. They raised their small hands to sign, but you didn't take ASL, so you were lost in a jumble of fancy hand movements. Their smile faded, looking at you, so they wrote it out in the air.

'F-R-I-S-K'

Oh.

"So your name's Frisk?"

Frisk's smile returned, brighter.

You stuck out a hand.

"Y/N. And this is Jingles. Nice to meet'cha kid." Jingles was still snoring away during the interaction, so you just point at him.

They shook your hand, and you both headed in the direction Toriel had gone.

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"Prove to me you can survive!"

Her paws were swallowed in flames. Your heart fluttered out again, making you feel empty, and she stared in shock as it came into view.

"You. . . Are not a human?"

Your heart flickered. That hurt. The first time Napstablook said it, you figured it was a joke or something. But you really weren't human? Did Frisk's heart look like this as well? Were they human? You felt like your life was all one big lie.

"I don't know! All my life I thought I was human! Am I really that different? Do I look like a monster? Aren't I human? I am right? I have no idea!" Your hands flailed in your sad explanation. You didn't mean to be offending, but Toriel's eyes weltered up in tears as she engulfed you in a tight hug. It was warm, and felt like the hugs your mother used to give. You fiddled with your bracelet before returning her bear hug (haha, I mean goat hug). Frisk stood off to the side, wringing their hands as they assessed the situation.

You stand back and she holds your cheeks in her large paws.

"Monster, human, creature, I do not care. I know you can defend yourself if you do the right thing. And I believe you will." She touched a finger to your chest.

"Kindness." She removed her finger and you watched her hug Frisk before turning around to leave. "Do not return. Please." You felt sad. But no tears came. They never did. Was that something else you could do? Not cry?

Huh. Guess you really weren't human, to some extent.

"Thank you for everything you've done. . .mom. . ." It came out before you could stop it, and she turned her head to smile at you, before she walked into the depths of shadow.

You and Frisk walked foward, pushing the doors to another room similar to the one you first saw. And sure enough, there was the weed.

"Heehee. I know everything about you Frisk. But your new companion here is gonna make things quite interesting, don'tcha think?" He popped underground without another word.

You looked to Frisk for an explanation, but they had the best poker face you'd ever seen. Well, it wasn't like you could understand them anyway. You followed silently, and walked up to the next purple door. You were starting to get sick of this color. Pushing it open, a blast of white cold cotton attacked your face, but you and Frisk kept pushing until you were met with an amazing winter forest. Walking out, you suddenly felt lighter, and saw Jingles run into the woods. At this point you were so tired, you just wanted to tie him to something and take a nap. The heavy door slammed shut behind you, and you whirled around. It was either smart to block intruders, or dumb to not help people get in and out without handles or anything.

You were planning to come back for Toriel, but it seems the universe had other plans.

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