Broken and Fixed - (Reader x Sans)

Ch. 8 ~ Arguments and New Relationships

You were gonna die here, then.

That was that.

You couldn't do anything.

Sans was in the car.

Wait...

Sans!

A giggle slightly shook your shoulders, light and faint at first. Eventually, it morphed into a full-blown howling, laughing fit. The psychopath holding you waited for a moment for whatever you were laughing about to show, then tightened his grip on you.

"The fuck are you laughing at?" He spat at you, a wavering voice through the confusion and paranoia seeping into his tone. You calmed down a little, but you were taking some time to relax. Yet, you hadn't been shot because of the suspense that was drawing out every second.

"Oh, you know," you chuckled, the slyness in your smile undeniably frightening. "Just that my partner will probably find this situation
humerus." And with that, the man's breath hitched to a stop, a grunt escaping his cracked lips, and a spitter of blood flew from his mouth with a gag. He let you go, and fell to the floor.

Dead.

His back had a bullet wound dug deep in his flesh and seeped blood around in a puddle. You let out a sigh of relief, but were cut off by a worry-faced Sans who grabbed both your arms.

"(y/n)? how bad'd they getcha? how's ya face?" He scanned over your body, then saw your bloody nose and busted lip, plus another wince that contorted your face when he grabbed you.

"Watch the back..." You mustered in pain. He withdrew his hands from your sides, and let you wobble where you stood.

How did you not feel this overwhelming pain earlier? Was your adrenaline rush too high?

You didn't know the reason, but you knew that the fiery swarming that flared up your back was real and incredibly painful.

"damn it, (y/n), what happened?" He asked with concern and-what seemed like-annoyance etched into his features. You steadied yourself with a deep breath.

"The guy had two body guards by him once you left. They had guns, but we ended up fighting without them, thankfully, and I almost had them!" Your voice rose at the end to persuade him that you honestly could've beat them. It was your first time against three people because Sans usually only let you go up against one, or maybe two. Considering you could've killed all three if the criminal didn't have his gun at the end, you felt a sense of pride bloom in yourself. A sprinkle of faith drizzled in your gut, hoping Sans would allow you to do more on tougher missions now.

"but'cha didn't." Sans grumbled, losing his concern. He looked like a disappointed parent in their kid. You hated it. "you were seconds away from death. an' lemme tell ya, toriel woulda never let me hear da end of it, had ya fuckin' died!" His voice rose with anger, making you melt back a step.

"I nearly got them..." You muttered with a small and meek voice. Your eyes avoided his stern dimly lit stare, feeling your words trail off and catch in your throat. He sighed, but his gaze kept at its cold and enraged luminous emotion.

"i guess i can't really blame ya. let's train more on multiple targets." He sighed in defeat as he walked towards the busted down door. You hesitated for a moment before following him, a droopy sigh flowing from your mouth and slugging your shoulders. You took a knife from your pocket and finished the job on the other body guard.

Did he really only care about what he'd get from the others? And Toriel? That promise he made her six months ago must've been stopping him from leaving you entirely alone on missions to die.