The worst way (gaster Sans X reader)
Normal days. In your huge...lonely....stupid house that was given to you by your mother and father. They gave you everything. But not out of love. Just to get you out of the house. 16. You could drive. They bought you this house. Bought you a car. A nice one, and gave you your uncles motor cycle. It was nice. Then they left this world. A ring, all you had left to remember your mother, and a necklace, all you had left of your father. And this stupid house. It was lonely. Besides your pets. And eventually, the monsters. Now you were 18. And were looking for a job. You had good grades, and everything you could ask for. Now all you needed was a special...someone.