What We Hope For (Sans X Reader) ✨UNDER EDITING✨

5 ~ Red and Purple Eyed Nightmares

》Y/n's POV《

Because of the blizzard, I was prevented from getting home. Thankfully, the brothers let me crash on their couch for the night. They bid me sweet dreams and headed up to their respective rooms. I curled up into the blanket and the pillow they lent to me.

As I closed my eyes one of those late-night thoughts appeared. Wait why didn't Sans just teleport me home? Eh, I'm too tired to think about it I'll ask him tomorrow. My eyelids became heavy and I succumbed to a deep slumber.

》~Dream~《

I was on stage a very familiar one at that, a music box resting in the center of said stage. The lights were blinding but I could make out the silhouettes of people sitting in the auditorium. Silently watching. My heartbeat quickened. Anticipation? Nerves? I couldn't tell.

I seemed to be wearing a costume of some sort. A notable nutcracker cradled in my arms.

The music box played beginning my dance. The dance was playful, wistful, and innocent. I danced and twirled around completing the routine with a waltz around the open space.

As the music came to an end, I stopped my dance finishing in the third position. I waited for the audience to clap. No applause came.

Only silence. A defeaning and discouraging silence. Did I do something wrong? Was it too boring?

Slow clapping echoed in the darkness. Instead of feeling a little better, the clap made me feel uncomfortable yet I couldn't place the reason as to why. Out of the shadows, to the stage's right. . . came a man wearing a sunflower yellow suit, adorned with golden embroidery.

My mind refused to create any more details resulting in his face being fuzzy. The only thing that I could see was his bright purple eyes boring into me. I couldn't see his mouth but I could feel his smile. Mocking me without sound. He stopped equal to the distance of me and the music box.

He bowed to me and the music played again only this time slower and off-key. He danced around with my routine, but it was nothing like mine. His was sloppy, unnatural, and, dare even say, creepy. As the song began to end he got closer and closer. His hand outstretched towards me inviting me to join him.

I couldn't move. I was frozen. As his purple eyes got closer and crazier with each step he took toward me. He gripped my hand and roughly pulled me in.

The music stopped as the spotlight shut off.

》~Reality~《

I woke up in a panic. Why? Why do I keep having these dreams? Who is that?

Deep down inside me I felt like I knew the answer. Yet I was too afraid to try and scrap it out. Tears of fear built up in the corners of my eyes. I tried my best to push them away.

》Sans' POV《
》~Dream~《

I was standing in the judgment hall. Again. Instead of that triumphant epic feeling, it was ominous and empty. The weight of grief and anger fought each other inside me. Footsteps echoed from the end of the hall. They were short, sharp, and loud.