Money, Jokes, and War (Sans x Reader)

Chapter 5

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"Y/N! Don't make me wake you up again!" Mark shouted through your bedroom door. You knew he didn't fully hate waking you up in the mornings, and you knew he would find humor in it on most days. Either way, you rolled out of bed and opened your laptop to check the time before your busy school day. It was nine in the morning on a friday meaning you first had another psychology class, then after that a quiz on current mental health procedures. You groaned and closed your laptop lid. You had about an hour and a half till your first class which lasted an hour, then an hour of break --which you'll use for studying--, then the quiz.

You changed into what you would be wearing to class that day and went to go eat breakfast before you finished getting ready. You stared at your clothing rack, shoe rack, and dresser trying to formulate an outfit mentally. You started with pulling out a pair of grey sweatpants and changing out of your pajama bottoms. You then grabbed a F/C crop top from your clothing rack that had an image of your favorite fruit sewn onto the front of it. The grey sweatpants had a higher waist and paired well with your white hightops. For accessories you added a pair of hoop earrings, a watch, and some bangles on your wrist.

You left your hair in a bedhead mess for now, planning on styling it after you ate breakfast. Leaving your room was like walking into a booby trapped pyramid tomb. Every turn there was either: your mother, your father, your brother, or the news. Every single one of those could get you into serious trouble if you weren't careful enough. Thus causing you to cautiously walk into the kitchen to grab a bowl of fruit and a glass of ice water. Though while grabbing the ice for your water you bumped into your mother. You could tell she was still pissed at you for ditching because of the evil look in her eye and her soul pulsating with annoyance and disgust.

You muttered an apology and grabbed your breakfast trying to return to your room. Keyword: trying. Your mother and father swiftly cornered you in the kitchen. You knew they wanted to talk to you about yesterday but you still weren't ready for that conversation with them. They knew you had different ideas than their own and wished to 'convert' you into their way of thinking.

"Good morning mother, father." You spoke while looking around the room for an exit, you still had the food in your hand but they were blocking all feasible exits. You could always hop the counter but they would kill you for that. They didn't say good morning back to you and you stood there awkwardly. There was nothing you could say if you wanted to keep up the innocent act, which you had failed to do with Sans. Taking a second to cringe at yourself before beginning to try and walk out the room helped you shake that from your head for the time being. As you stepped forwards your father spoke.

"I'm sure you know why we want to talk to you, am I correct?" He spoke with genuine curiosity, which made you angry. Do they really think you're that oblivious? You hummed in conformation which ticked your mother off, causing you to grin inwardly.

"Very well, then you know what my question is. Are you with or against us?" He got straight to the point giving you no time to choose the side you were on. You knew you were against them but could you ever tell them straight to their face? You hesitated on your answer before coming up with your own solution. You twisted your hands respectively to the left and right and grabbed for your parents souls. It was now or never in your head. You saw them look confused but everything stopped or slowed down extremely while you did what you had to.

Going for your father's soul first you quickly picked out what you could about his plans. It was hard trying to breach through the walls he had put around his soul after he learned you could do this sort of magic. You breached them and tried to dig deeper, to see if he really hated the monsters as much as he said. It didn't surprise you that they had deeply bothered him, though it still stung. You did what you needed and changed his memories around to see this morning in a different light, to see you grabbing a snack and turning to leave the kitchen, without him or mother in the way. You sighed and wiped your forehead, it was draining doing this but you seemingly had no other choice.