In a timeline where Eliza had yet to fall, (Y/n) had fallen instead. This was the world of the 'Eat or be Eaten' and (Y/n) did not belong here. Definitely did not belong here. -.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.- The air was stale and thin. The slience burdened my soul. I trembled in the wind as I planted my back against the trunk. -.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.- This story is a slow-burn, Horror!Sans X Fem!Reader. This story may contain the following sensitive themes Gore, Toture, (slight) Vulgar language/foul language and more. You will be warned in the beginning of the chapter(s). The art contained with the book is not owned by me (unless said otherwise). I do not own the Au [HorrorTale], it belongs to Sour Apple Studios.
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