Sans x Reader Oneshots (New)

Horror x Hurt!Reader

Bullied?

Finally! A story with the cracked skull skele! What took so long-?!

Alright, I will admit... I haven't written much for Horror since I had some confusion and no inspiration. But here I am. Writing about him now.

Enjoy!

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You fell to your hands and knees, coughing up the red substance that courses through your veins known as blood. What did you do to deserve this?

You felt your stomach being kicked, and you glanced up, getting hit in the face. They stomped on your back, and you heard a crack. You bit back a scream.

They left, and you saw only blurry things around you. You felt your body fall to the ground as you fainted.

6 and a half hours later:

You opened your eyes meekly, whimpering when you stood slowly. You grabbed your bag, walking to the toilet block to wash your face if any blood.

You knew Sans would go crazy if he smelt your blood.

You took a deep breath, wincing when you felt your ribs hurt in protest. You made your way out to the Carpark, seeing Sans waiting on the car door.

"There you are." He uttered when he saw you.

You were quick to use your hair to cover your eyes. Your smile was bittersweet.

"... you'll get bad eyesight if you cover your eyes for too long, hun..." Sans reached out to uncover your eyes.

You hurriedly stopped him, gripping his wrist. "I-I'm fine..."

You saw his eye light glow brighter, but he seemed to calm slightly, "Alright... Come on... let's go..."

You got in the car next to Sans, who was driving, and leaned on the window, letting your hair fall and finally seeing the bruising and black eye you had.

You kind of flinched at the wounds. But you felt your back begin hurting worse. You ignored it at first.

After blanking out for about 10 minutes while you went home, Sans gently nudged your shoulder, snapping you out of your state.

You covered your eyes again, looking at Sans.

"We're back..." he smiled.

You slowly opened the door, letting Sans get out at his pace, but of course he just teleported out of the car. You slowly stepped out, but your back protested. You flinched again, more harsh, and Sans looked at you worriedly.

You gave him a thumbs up.

He was skeptical, but walked back inside, gripping the handle of his axe tightly.

You sighed, trying to move, but your back didn't allow it. You shut your door, staggering, before you gave in, collapsing to your knees and uncovering your face.