Diamond Scales (Sans x Dragon!reader)

Who I'm meant to be

Warning: kinda intense but not really.

Your thoughts ran wildly as you stared in horror.

Frisk is in danger!

Snapping out of your funk, you suddenly lunged and snatched that child out of the knights hand.

But before you could run, he caught your bracelet, and time seemed to slow down.

Your eyes widened and the string snapped, sending the charms flying.

You don't know what came over you, but you grabbed the closest one and made a mad dash back to Snowdin.

. . .you just couldn't help the feeling of something deep within you snuff out, like a candle blowing out in the wind. . .

--

Sans had been watching from a tree.

He knew he had to access this situation with a level head.

And if anything went wrong, he would just have to wait for the next reset.

The mystery person, which sans had now dubbed 'dusty', walked foward with purpose. He seemed to know exactly what he was doing, even if it wasn't good.

"I know your there."

He knows. . .?

"No point in hiding little monster."

Hm.

". . .heh."

He 'ported in front of dusty for a quick entrance.

"You've been busy, huh?"

Dusty stood there, just watching sans. Well, sans had to assume since his hood obscured him from seeing his eyes.

"I believe you know something about what I'm looking for."

Blunt isn't he?

"Dunno. . .can you tell me why your committing mass murder?"

Not that sans really believed he would answer.

"I asked first, filth."

"I'm pretty sure your the one covered in dust, buddy."

. . .that was so close to a pun he almost laughed.

Almost.

Dusty scowled, and ripped something from out of his bag.

It took sans less then a second to realize what it was:

It was Papyrus' scarf.

--

You were running.

Running, running, running.

You definitely were not the althletic type, so it came as a surprise as to where all this energy was coming from.

You need to drop your bag.

And leave my sweet doggo behind? Yeah no.

Fine.

And suddenly, you couldn't control your body.

You continued to run, but you quickly placed Frisk down, and they began to run beside you.

That's when you felt it.

Pain.

It crawled over your body like fire ants, and you ripped your bag off, mindful of the charm in your hand.