Undertale Fanfic SansxReader (Prepare to cry)

Cracking

The peeking gaze of sunlight between the slits of your window curtains reminded you of the passing time. You glance at the clock on your bedside table..

1:13 PM

-Sigh-

You've been lying on your bed all morning but still felt tired.. Thoughts kept flooding your mind. Thoughts about your aching arms.. thoughts about your friends... and thoughts about Sans.

Last night, you dreamed about walking with him as he lovingly gaze into your eyes, holding your hand like a delicate flower within his own.. like how he always does. You are filled with warmth and content. Happiness.

You let your eyes close as you savor the feeling of your fingers, snaking in his hand, to intertwine with his boney ones, but you felt your hand go empty. As you snap your eyes open, Sans was no longer by your side. You felt the warmth turn ice cold. Content turn to dread as you whip your head and saw Sans walking away, holding someone else in his arms..

Pain.

You woke up.

You never wake up in a start. No. You wake up as your eyes flutter open. Your arm travel to the other side of the bed seeking comfort out of habit. Empty.

Oh. You remember...

-Sigh-

The blinking light of your phone caught your attention, you didn't notice that you got a text this morning.

GOOD MORNING, Y/N! I HOPE YOU FEEL BETTER AFTER A GOOD NIGHT'S REST! IF YOU NEED SOMEONE TO TALK TO, REMEMBER THAT THE GREAT PAPYRUS, YOUR MOST AMAZING FRIEND, IS A GREAT LISTENER AND COMPANY!

This made you smile a bit. Papyrus has always been the most considerate friend, a contagious ball of sunshine and positivity but... not everything can be influenced by the great Papyrus. Maybe if... No. You refuse to be the cloud on Papyrus' beautiful sunny day. So you put your phone back down and sat up. Your arms hurt. Somewhere deep inside in your chest hurts... but moping around will get you nowhere. You already cried your eyes out last night and this morning. You're tired of crying...

After a shower, you felt a bit refreshed with a pinch of relief. You go to your room but the unintentional ball of sheets that gathered beside the unmade bed reminded you of him...

Relief immediately turned back to (pain) numbness..

Averting your gaze, you thought of things you could do instead.

But numbness can do wonderous things.

You don't feel hungry even though you haven't eaten since... the other day.

You don't feel like cleaning a cold home. Home? Is this really home? Is this really yours and Sans' home? Every corner of this house held tender memories of you and him. The warmth of his embrace. The laughter from his ridiculous puns. The stains on the table from your food wars. The dents and marks on every corner from your shenanigans... It hurts.