Chilled (Yandere Sans x Reader)

Chapter 3

All such feelings were shattered in the morning. You awoke to loud banging outside the door. Papyrus, who had been up since an insane hour that morning, rushed to it.

"HELLO! YES? ... WHAT?! I CAN NOT BELIEVE...! SANS! HUMAN! YOU HAVE TO GET UP NOW!"

You shoved the cover off of you, groaning, and trudged over to him.

"What is it?" you asked, wiping sleep from your eyes.

"THERE'S BEEN A DEATH!"

"what?"

You looked behind you to see Sans. He was blinking quickly, sleep still on his features but trying to be shaken off.

"Someone was found dead in front of the library," said a small voice.

You turned to see Library Lizard standing in the doorway trembling.

"someone... died?" asked Sans.

The lights had gone out in his eyes, and his body completely froze.

"Yeah," said Library Lizard, "I was going in to work today when I saw a large pile of dust. Library Loox's clothes lay nearby, so we think it was... her..."

Her voice drifted to silence.

You trembled. What should you do? Reset? That seemed the logical thing to do, didn't it? But... what if was something that couldn't be prevented? And you had promised yourself... You should check first. Yes, think before you acted.

So, you all quickly dressed and walked outside, trodding behind Library Lizard to the scene of the crime. Papyrus looked shocked and sullen. Library Lizard was downcast. Sans still had a blank look on his face.

Finally, you arrived at the scene. It was true. A pile of ashy dust lie on the steps, monsters standing reverently around it. Intertwined in between it were the untouched clothes of Library Loox. For a while, it looked like nobody was sure what they should do to it.

"We should probably put her somewhere until we can hold a proper funeral," said someone.

Several monsters nodded, and it was agreed that they would put the remains in her house until the boulders were moved and the Underground could mourn together.

"But how did she end up like this?" someone asked.

That's true, how did Library Loox die?

"Maybe she tripped on the way home?"

"That's just stupid! She's not Sans for crying out loud!"

"hey, i take offense to that!"

"Maybe she was murdered!" said Library Lizard.

The crowd silenced, almost seemed to flinch.

Murdered? Intentionally killed? But who would...?

There was only one person that came to mind, but he was sealed away in the Runes, right? At least you had thought so...

You shuddered in the wind and felt tears spill over, wanting to reset, but to afraid to.

***

Sans, meanwhile, was in an internal frenzy, his mind reeling. The day, the very day after he had decided he would change for the better, someone dies. Somebody had to be playing a cruel joke on him. He just knew it. Was it the kid? No – no, no, no. You were bawling, the snot rolling out of your nose like ice cream down a melting cone as you walked back to their house. It couldn't be you.

Who was it then?

And would this be the only murder? Sans only had fuzzy bits and pieces from his past, but he had often had nightmares of being in a dark place, alone. And there was almost never only one death, it was almost always everyone. He was all alone in a world of dust and taunting echo flowers. He didn't completely understand it, especially the latter part, but he was sure it meant something, something important.

What if more died? What if Papyrus died? What if YOU died? Was that the anomaly's plan? Use you to create a world of hope and dreams just to crush it under its tendrils? Life would again become a dark world of misery if you died. And then there was that promise he was supposed to keep...

He couldn't let that happen. Sans was trying to be logical about this. Though he hated to admit it, he was too emotional about things. No, not emotional like Papyrus, who would yell and jump and run around like a five year old at the least little thing. Sans was a different kind of emotional. When something happened that got to him, he let a single solid emotion obsessively take hold of him. For years, it had been depression. The empty, not quite sadness had ruled him, dictating that he not care or think or feel anything but that same empty emotion. In those dark dreams, all he could feel was a revengeful rage to totally destroy what had destroyed all that Sans cared about. He could now feel another emotion slowly taking hold of him. Obsessive paranoia. Paranoia of losing you and all the hope you represented.