Secrets [Y!Sans X Reader]

_Faint memories_

The air in your lungs felt stuffy, the room was scented in wealthy perfume, with a hidden scent of flowers. The nice fragrance was caused by the large table that had held bouquet sitting in the middle of a wooden and glass surface dinner table. As much as the hot and steamy rare steak that sat soaking with garnish and blood, smelled somewhat appetizing, you just couldn't stomach to even look at it. Your stomach was in knots, the feeling of guilt eating you up inside. Your father sat at the end of the table, your eyes taking a sneaky glance at his emotional state.

You took note of his relaxed demeanor, he's usually stressed by dinner time, always burying himself in his own work. He was a man who spent his time and his money carefully. The man was even smart enough to move his small family to a beautiful mansion by becoming a well respected engineer. Patenting and creating technology that would highlight his company's name, you respected what he did. You know he tried his hardest to be successful. Lucky for you, you were able to go to a very prestigious college and he even allowed you to stay living in this luxurious home with them while you study for your education.

You don't ever allow yourself to complain, you should be grateful for every opportunity your parents were able to provide for you, but— with such privileges just meant more control over you.

Your father is what people might like to call a helicopter parent. He wanted to know where you were, who you were with, every stop you made, what you purchased, who you talked to. He controlled what you studied, treating you as if you were a doll with no heart. A doll he wanted to mold into a perfect daughter.

Your mother however sat across from you and beside your father, sipping on a fancy glass of aged red wine. She adored decorating her body in jewels, she was once a passionate soul with great taste of fashion, her career started off when she started modeling at sixteen, she later had a dream to study and attend law school but that dream soon fell through when she became pregnant with her first child.

You.

This had put a stop to your mother's dreams... She was once an educated woman but now you could hardly recognize her, her hazelnut hair stayed untamed, although it was tied back into a ponytail you could see the knots creating in her unkempt hair. From the side of your eye you watch as she downs the rest of the wine bottle.

And finally, your eyes landed on your twelve year old brother, who was half heartedly poking at his steak with disinterest. He was small and slouched over the table, your mother repeatedly asked him to keep his elbows off the dinner table. He'd obey for a minute but went straight back to placing his elbows on the table once she looked away, continuing to play with his food. The sound of scraping forks and knives cutting on plates puts you on edge. Your guilt was feeding your anxiety.

Probably because today, you had done something bad.

You could feel your sins crawling on your back as you tried to swallow the guilt of disobeying your parents' rules. As much as you'd like to smile and talk about your new skeletal friend and the sweet goat like monster you had met today, you knew very well not to mention your new monster friends to them. Hell your father had just finished reading a new article about the conflict that's been going on between human and monster. Since the barrier had been broken two years ago everyone's been losing their minds.

As amazed as the human race had been when finding out monsters had been right beneath our feet this whole time, humans were also divided in opinions about the strange creatures resurfacing. The uncertainty towards the monsters made sense, 'We humans tend to fear the unknown' you think. And your parents were very fearful of them. Manifesting the phobia into hatred and disgust for them. Your parents weren't the only ones who felt that way, there's a whole community of people who protest that they should be shoved back into the hole they came from.