|| Philophobia || {Gaster!Sans x Insecure!Reader} (DISCONTINUED FOR NOW)

Meet Kumori Carson, the daughter of Miyako Carson. She lives the simple ordinary life of a sixteen-year-old, right?

Sure.

With being neglected, and her most prised possession gone, she decides enough is enough. With enough bruises to cover the entire human body, a sister that has only bad intentions, she takes off into the big, bad city of New York, her little terrier Bella by her side.

What would happen, when she is incidentally at the wrong place, at the wrong time?

Only time will tell.

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Meet Sans, a broken soul. Getting torn from his father, his brother becoming dreadfully ill, he doesn't have it that easy.

Being constantly told to go out, do things, that its not healthy to be cooped up in a lab all day, he decides he might just leave.

With the exception of a soul, that is. Or more detailed, a broken soul.

Her soul prick's away in the dark abyss, her tears and cracks caving in the more time goes on.

What will happen when two of the most broken people are brought together, by chance?

Or, more likely, by reality?

With lots of laughs, tears, forgiveness, pissed off flowers, what could these two souls possibly have in common?

Well now, that's easy. .

A little something we call. . .

' Philophobia '

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"We all have our hero's. . you just haven't found yours yet. ."

"She's like a marionette. . she hides everything behind a mask . ."

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"Sadness is like a drug. . it takes you away from reality and makes you see it a whole new way. ."

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"I'm crying . . . They're coming for me. ."

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"I can't control this awful energy. ."

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"I have seven. . A secret never to be told. . ."