It's Your Fault. (SansxReader)

Chapter 7- Confuzzled.

#EDITED

       You looked around, now aware of your surroundings. You were currently in the bathroom, the toilet filled with chunks of your digested lunch and stomach fluids. You sighed, going up to the sink and looking at yourself In the mirror. While examining yourself, a baritone voice called out to you, "Y/N?" You hummed, looking to the open door. "A-Are you okay?" He stuttered, leaning on the doorframe. "I'm fine. Just a little shaken up." You managed to say, your throat sore and scratchy. You lied. You washed your face to hope that you were just dreaming, just a nightmare. You were wrong. Sans sighed and out of nowhere sneezed. You looked to him and tilted your head in confusion, "Are you okay?" He shrugged, "I've been sneezing a lot lately." You pointed out. Sans shrugged again, taking off his hoodie. You raised an eyebrow, He never took off his hoodie. He seemed to notice your staring and rubbed the back of his skull, looking away, "I'm feeling a bit hot." You playfully smirked. "N-Not in that way! Y/N!!" He waved his hands, his cheekbones dusted with a turquoise blue. You slightly frowned, suddenly concerned about him. Stepping close to him and gently touching his forehead with the back of your palm, it was deathly cold. (hehe, get it? Deathly? No? Okay, ill get out sorry- *Drags self out of the room*)  

"You feel cold." You stated, crossing your arms, that didn't sound good. He audibly gulped. You sighed, Walking out of the bathroom and waving Sans over. "You have to rest." "Why?" He asked, crossing his arms and pouting, "I think you have a cold." He frowned, "I am not cold though, I don't need you to take care of me!" He looked away, Pouting childishly, his hoodie tied around his waist. His white t-shirt baggy, He looks so cute...Wait no. Stop it Y/N, He left you. He broke your heart. You sighed, scolding yourself mentally. "Do you want to get really sick? Maybe even die?!" He shook his head, his eyes widening. "Y-You can die from a cold?!" You held in a laugh. "Y-Yeah. It's happened b-before." You covered your mouth, stuttering. He saw a small smile start to take form on your mouth and frowned. "Your lying aren't you?" You burst out laughing, holding your stomach and hunching over, tears falling from your eyes. He started to stomp on the floor, with a childish grin. "That's not fair!!" He chuckled, doubling over and giggling. Eventually, laughter turned to gasps for breath and you slowly stood straight up. "Alright. I'll make you some soup, you go to the room and lie down." He groaned, and fell over, lying on the carpeted floor. "Too lazy...Too.Much...Effort." 

You groaned a bit after giggling and grabbed one of his skeletal arms and tried to lift him. "Why are you so...heavy!" You heaved, giving up. "Hey! I am just big-boned!" He grunted, not making a move to get up. You sighed, starting to walk away. "Guess you won't get any ketchup~" You taunted him, striding away. He instantly got up, and raced to the room and slid into the bed. You chuckled, opening the door to the kitchen. You quickly made some chicken soup and pulled out a bottle of ketchup from the fridge. Placing it all into a tray, you heard something thump in your room, racing to the room with the tray in your arms, your eyes met with a pair of blank sockets with the left one ignited in a navy blue, flames encased in it. "S-Sans?" You timidly asked, clutching the tray for dear life. He didn't respond. "Sans." You called out again, more loudly and firm. You didn't break eye-contact, you couldn't. He seemed to stare into you, judging your every decision in life. You felt exposed, nervous. He stood, the blanket sliding off him. You gulped as he came closer, and closer until you were backed into the hallway wall. He looked down at you, a creaking sound being made in your head. "You." Your heartbeat quickened, mind telling you to run. Yet, your feet were seemingly stuck to the floor. Your breathing shallowed, a faint memory returning to you. Sans wasn't there anymore, a lanky, tall man loomed over you. Tears pricked at your eyes. He chuckled slowly, his deep voice becoming distorted. "Wanna play, BabY?" He asked you, his voice becoming more and more distorted by the second. "It'll be LoTs oF Fun...JuST YoU AnD Me." 

You shook your head quickly, trembling. "I SeE, yOu deNyInG Me aREn'T YoU? wElL, I aM InEvItABlE. seE YoU LAtEr...FrIeNd." With those words, he disappeared, bringing you back into reality to see a Sans on the floor passed out. You dropped the tray of food and medication, crouching down to him. "Sans! Sans!? Wake up, Please!" You grabbed his skull, making him face you. His eye sockets closed. You pressed your ear to his ribcage, feeling and hearing the slow pulse of his SOUL. You let out a breath of relief you didn't know you were holding. "Alright-" The door slammed open, Papyrus striding in. "HELLO! I AM BACK-" He looked down at you and his eye sockets widened in surprise. "SANS?! WHAT HAPPENED TO MY BROTHER HUMAN?" He asked you replied calmly, "I don't know. " You lied to him, keeping him unaware of what really happened. "OH. HE MUST REST, I SHALL PUT HIM TO BED!" He raised his bony finger in the air and carried his brother to the room and tucking him in. "Thanks, Paps." You thanked him, Papyrus nodding to you and striding out of the room. You came closer and sighed, tracing his eye socket as he slept, small snores now coming out of him. "Hope you feel better." You stopped, eyes furrowing, analyzing the situation. "What happened to you?" You shook your head, confused. Pecking his cheek, you walked out of the room. Not aware that the skeleton was viewing the action.

Hey! So so so sorry for not updating even if nobody complained, I am still sorry. Here you go. 

Okay thanks bye-

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