Undertale x Child!Reader Scenarios

Sticks and Stones (Skelebros x Injured!ChildReader)

Two people made suggestions involving the skelebros so I combined them into one! Thanks to @Ambulance555 and @NoxStalgiac for the requests!

"Freak!"

The bullies shoved you to the ground and began kicking you while shouting insults.

"Nobody loves you!"

"Gonna go cry to your skeleton dad? Ugly freak!"

"Your real parents left 'cause you're a freak, and your dumb skeleton dad only took you 'cause you're ugly like him!"

They weren't very clever insults, but they were kids, so the standards aren't that high to begin with. And you were a kid too, so the words still hurt... not as much as the kicking, though.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity of pain, the kids got bored and left you, alone and hurting in the dirty field. They even took the ball that you had gone there to play with in the first place.

Everything was sore, but somehow you still managed to stand up and limp home.

You knocked on the door weakly, and your adoptive father, Sans the skeleton, answered.

"Holy... kid, what happened?!" He picked you up and took you inside.

"What's wrong? What happened?" Your uncle Papyrus was in the living room trying to solve a jigsaw puzzle laid out on the coffee table.

"Yeah, kiddo, what happened to you? Ya look like you were hit by a truck." Sans set you down gently on the sofa.

You were crying by now. "There w-were these kids at the field, a-and they... *sniff* they beat me up and took m-my ball, and they said w-we were f-freaks."

Sans' expression darkened. "Who? Who did that? I swear, on days like these, kids like that should—"

He was silently interrupted by a stern glare from Papyrus, who then turned to you with a kinder look.

"Don't worry, the great Uncle Papyrus will make everything better! I'll get you a ball ten times better than the first, and then we'll go out for Nice Cream! And don't worry about their silly insults! They couldn't be more wrong! We're the coolest!"

"That sounds like a good idea for later," Sans stated. "But for now we should get (Y/N) to a doctor. I wouldn't be surprised if there were more than bruises going on, by the looks of things."

You sat on the patients' bench in the exam room at the doctor's office, Sans sitting across from you in a chair.

"You'll be okay, squirt," he assured. "Like Uncle Papyrus said, we'll get you a treat after this."

"I don't care about the ball," you mumbled. "They said we were ugly and dumb."

"I know," he said darkly. "And trust me, when I find out who those brats are..."

Just then, the doctor came in. He blinked in surprise at the sight of a living skeleton, but shrugged it off.

"Okay, why are we in here today?"

"Some big kids beat me up," you answered quietly.

The doctor grimaced. "I see. Does anything still hurt?"

"A lot of it."

"Can you show me?"

You showed the doctor the bruises on your arms, legs, and torso. He looked horrified.

"Well... Mister, uh..."

"Just call me Sans."

"Right. Sans, these are some serious injuries. I think after this visit you're going to need to find out who did this, because... well, I'm no lawyer, but I imagine this kind of assault may warrant legal action against the assailants' parents, or at the very least an intervention. For now, though, I'm going to have to get some x-rays on (Y/N) to make sure there's no internal damage. There won't be any need to go to a hospital, as we have a machine here in this facility. Are you alright with that?"

"Sounds fine."

"Right. (Y/N), will you please follow me?"

When you got home, Sans sent you up to your room to get some rest per the doctor's orders.

"So how did that go?" Papyrus asked.

Sans waved a bunch of papers stapled together. "Doc took some x-rays, said nothing was broken, but the kid should still get plenty of rest. Also, he gave me a legit excuse to go after the brats who did this."

Papyrus crossed his arms. "There's no need for violence, brother!"

Sans flipped through the papers. "Eh, whatever. You wanna see these or not?"

"Ooh, yes! I—" the taller skeleton froze at the sight of the sheet that showed photographs of the x-rays. "What is that?"

"The x-ray."

"What is that skeleton doing there?"

"It's inside (Y/N)..."

"OH MY GOD! There's somebody trapped in them?! No wonder they're hurting!"

"Bro... all humans, and most monsters, have bones in them. Bones aren't usually alive, they just support the body. We just happen to be living bones. How... how did you not know this?"

"My life... is a lie."