Faint Memories {G! Sans X Reader}

𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚃𝚠𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚢 𝙾𝚗𝚎

"New Memories"

"Oh you gotta be kiddin me.."
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In front of my eyes was another door. I raise my eyebrows and look to G. "Don't be impatient Twirlzy" he scowled at my unamused face. He opened the next door to reveal..
Another door.
Okay this was getting old. So unoriginal.
"G...just one question. What the fuck?"
"SHHHH JUST WAIT!"
"WELL WHAT IF I DON'T WANNA?"
"WELL YOUR GONNA"
I took his hand in mine when he attempted to open the next door. "Look here G in the future tell me when we are going to participate in a fun house because I am tired of this door stuff." He just nodded and looked at the door in front of us. I was wondering why he wasn't doing anything until my hand moved towards the door handle without me moving it. Oh yeah! I chuckled and moved my hand out of his.

He opened the door slowly. The ground was a velvet purple with dark black wood as the walls and ceiling. Walking in I almost felt bad dirtying the beautiful purple ground with my shoes. The ceiling was black, my mind of course knew there must be a ceiling but the ceiling was not there to normal eyes. In the middle of the room was a magnificent vehicle, gold rimmed and big off road tires. The hood was retractable as it was currently down so you could see the flawless black seats. The steering wheel was a golden brown, the stereo was old school fashioned but decked out with new inventions from the recent engineers.

"G...Oh my goodness.." he smiled at me and went behind the couch that sat in the corner, hearing a switch flip the lights to the other half of the room lit up. The lights revealed the walls wide showcase of different cars, each surreal and unique.
"I told you they were known for their cars"
I was left jaw dropped in amazement, not responding to his remark. I sprinted to a different car every few minutes inspecting the details, the engine, the wheels, and especially the boosters that very few cars were installed with. "G oh my god you are forgiven for everything you've ever done" I said amazed and thankful with my eyes glued to the hood, wanting to open it. "Twirlzy please, you flatter me, do go on~" he chuckled and his cheeks turned a light shade of yellow from being flustered. "G seriously this is amazing! Wait-are we allowed to be here?" He scratched his head and yawned. "Chill Twirls, this place is literally known for being the automobile hot spot of course we can check out the cars"
I sighed being relieved.
"For a little fee that is.." he whispered.
"For a little what? G did you pay for us to be here?" He laughed
"G?"
"Maybe"
"YOU DIDN'T?"
"I SAID maybe!"
"OH SHUT THE EVER FLOWING SPEWS OF NONSENSICAL WORDS G! WE BROKE AN ENTERING!"
"We didn't break anything! And the door was unlocked!" He folded his arms and squinted his eyes,
"Oh lord I knew this was all a big red flag.."
He strides over to me and takes my hand while leading me out. He opened the various doors and we ended up back at the restaurant portion of the building. "See? We're fine" he let my hand go and reached for his pocket again, he stopped and sighed letting his hand rest back by his side again.
'He really likes to smoke..'
"Yes now stop whispering about me so creepily you stalker" I jumped and face palmed again. "I apologize that was meant to go in my internal journal G" he sighed and nodded while walking towards the door out. Passing the little amount of patrons I caught up with him and grabbed his hand and let go. He stopped and brought his hand up to see his pack of vanilla scented cigarettes in his palm. "You took 'em?" He looked at me disappointed and slightly irritated. I sighed and looked up into his eyes. "I did, I'm sorry. I was just trying to play a trick on you before, I didn't intend it to ruin your mood or cause any harm. I'll buy you another one despite the fact I hate smoking" I bowed my head in an apologetic manner. He half smiled and pet my head. When I looked up he was already out the door and walking down the street into a clothes store.
I smiled.

It's been two hours since then and G and I have gotten clothes for Frisk and bird food and toys for my new bird that I did not want but will love beyond reason. Time to go home!

Huh.
Not a single recalled memory..
It feels, new, new memories.
I like these new memories. Maybe I can finally-ᠻꪮ𝘳ᧁꫀ𝓽.

"Don't forget the past. Don't linger in it either. Because the sorrow never lasts. It's just an odd procedure."