It's Your Fault. (SansxReader)

Chapter 6-Your fault

A/N; UH, (does throwing up equal gore? i dunno okay well,) GORE WARNING...I guess...

General Pov

Your eyes fluttered open to find a white fabric filling your sight. You were currently clutching a poofy material. You let go of the stuff and looked up to find a skull, sleeping peacefully. His jaw was slightly agape, blue liquid dribbling out of his mouth. He was cradling you, one arm holding your head while the other was laid overtop your legs. You were sprawled on his lap, careful not to move a muscle. You silently giggled, looking at how at ease he seemed. You sneakily sat up his arm that was holding your head, dropping to his side. You grinned and buried your head into the crook of his neck. Out of nowhere, He sneezed. Violently too. (My sister just sneezed when I wrote that.) He woke up due to the sneeze and you mentally cringed, slightly disappointed that he woke up, ruining your cuddles. Yet, You smiled. Small, sky-blue snot came out of his nose hole. You giggled, making him look down at you. "Huh? Y-Y/n?! Uhm-" You shushed him, by putting a finger on his mouth, now a little drool stuck to your finger. You frowned, taking it away to inspect it closely. "Eww-" His skull flushed to a shade of blue, wiping the remaining drool on his jaw clean with his jacket sleeve. 

You rubbed it on his jacket, smirking at him while he looked at you disgusted. He sighed and chuckled that oh so soothing deep voice of- No. You stopped yourself and quickly crawled out of his lap, standing up. "Eh, Today's the day! I guess.." You sarcastically said, throwing your arms up for a more dramatic effect. You sighed, opening the door leaving a baffled Sans behind. You looked at the kitchen door and shook your head, looking down at your stomach, you grabbed a stomach roll. Lately, you've been trying to lose weight. Although the wrappers and clutter in your sink told otherwise, you didn't eat during the day but at 7, you would stuff yourself. At midnight, you would throw it all back up. You gulped, walking away from the kitchen. Only to be stopped by Papyrus, who appeared out of nowhere, shouting, "AND WHAT ABOUT BREAKFAST?" You cringed, shrugging, "Not really hungry Paps, but thanks." 

He nodded, calling out to you, "HUMAN Y/N, I AM GOING TO UNDYNE'S TO TRAIN, I WILL BE BACK SOON." You replied, "ALRIGHT, HAVE FUN PAPS!" You trudged towards the guest bedroom filled with boxes. You managed to open it all the way after squishing a few boxes behind the door. You scanned the room, looking at the closed closet and bed. You sighed and walked away, Sans looking in the room shortly after you left, one box catching his eye. A box that had HIS name scrawled on it, a few splotches on the box, guessing it was tear stains. He grabbed it and kneeled down, opening it. It was pictures, hoodies, anything of them together. He chuckled, grabbing one of the old photos and rubbing it. You came back and looked at him, your eyes wide and horrified. "SANS, NO." You shouted and grabbed the box out of his reach and closing it back up. He looked up at you and stood, the picture still in his hands. His pinpricks were dim, a small frown on his face. "Y-Y/n? you still have them? I-I mean, I thought you burnt them or something..?" You clutched the box to your chest as if it was your kid. "N-No! I would never! I-I mean...It was your fault!!" You shouted, pointing your finger at him, you kept saying that over and over as if to reassure yourself he left you. But something deep, deep, DEEP inside of you told you it wasn't him. "It was all your fault!! YOUR FAULT, YOUR FAULT!!" You shrieked at him, hot, wet tears rolling down your cheek. 

To this point, your voice was hoarse and scratchy. You were shaking, now just mumbles as you crouched down, dropping the box and holding your head while the voice inside you got louder and louder, "It was YOUR fault, not HIS." "YOU KNOW IT WAS YOUR FAULT." WHY WOULD HE DO THAT TO YOU, YOU DID HIM WRONG." "YOU DISGUSTING DISGRACE." You began to murmur to yourself, "No, no..I-I'm sorry. I-I didn't mean to.." You quivered, your usual sweet voice now crackly and rough. Sans bent down and tried to shake you out of your trance. After what seemed to be hours, you shot up and to the bathroom, clenching the toilet as you threw up your lunch from yesterday until now you didn't notice that your stomach was pleading for food, after forgetting about dinner last night. You gasped, more tears threatening to fall but you blinked several times to keep at bay. You took a shaky deep breath and stood, visibly shaking. 

A/N

Tada! Sorry for not updating-

I'm kinda just winging it...(I actually have no idea what I am doing-)

So, Yeah hope you enjoyed this disgusting chapter!

See you soon, My reader and ketchup eaters!

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