AU sans x reader one-shots

Nightmare!Sans! x Underfell!Sans!Twin!Sister!

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

This Chapter was written by 23whitecrystal and requested by Kitty Kitty-chan  (Quotev) (Another loyal reader^^) so go show them some love!

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

[Y/n] 's P. O. V

The red liquid was oozing out of the small monsters skull, his snowy white fur was tattered from his body. Showing his inner pale rose water colored flesh, as life was draining from the dogs face.

Another child had been killed.

My eyes flickered with sorrow, feeling an empty feeling within my soul.

The monster slowly started to dissipate into the thin, frosty air. His body leaving small dust particles imprinted into the snow.

I let out a small sigh, my arm clutching onto the other, holding back the feeling of sorrow.

I couldn't let anyone know how I was feeling. Otherwise your weak, and a pathetic monster. Sans and Papyrus have burned that into my skull, but I still try to reach out towards the weak ones and protect them.

"Somethin' wrong? " A low barbed voice had spoken up, causing me to jump onto my toes.

I glanced over to see Nightmare, with his tendrils flickering in the air. I let out a small smile, and took a few steps closer towards him.

The snow crunched underneath my torn shoes.

Nightmare let out a few grumbled curse words, glancing down towards my torn apart shoes.

"You got everything? I'm supposed to take you shopping. " Nightmare muttered out, a small cyan blush dusted his cheek bones. He kept his hands in his pockets, fiddling with the interior.

"Oh! " I let out a little gasp of surprise.

Usually Nightmare would take my brother out to do some sort of mission, then force me to go shopping with them. Though I never really like going shopping with my siblings.

They often critiqued my sense of style, and ridiculed my body in some moments. I know it's more of tough brotherly love, and brutally honesty but I hated it.

The unnecessary comments always left me feeling less confident, and ashamed to head out in public because of my body image.

My stomach started to churn with anxiety. I've never had gone shopping with Nightmare before, and from the complaints I've heard from Sans is that Nightmare's 'a walking landfill in needing of decomposing.'

Though Nightmare's scent is often apples and dark brewed coffee. He never smells of rotting bodies nor a landfill like my oldest brother says.

Nightmare meekly holds out his skeleton hand, his sockets avoiding my [e/c] eyes. I blankly stared for a moment before giggling lightly, taking his nice gesture.

Soon I felt my head spinning, then my eyes wondering around to my new surroundings.

There were loads of people, as a bunch of varieties of shops were jammed into this one large building.

We were at a mall.

Human eyes started peering over towards my figure, slowing down their walking, to steal a quick glace of us before quickly walking away. I hate this.

Nightmare started grumbling incoherent words, tugging his hood over his face. Nightmare's sockets glared around him, jabbing fear into the others as he slowly absorbed his tendrils into his back.