Blowing Smoke [A Gaster Sans x Reader story]
Everything was okay, that is, for a little while. Life seemed perfect, until the one day curiousity took over. A small blade and soft, tender skin. You didn't know why. Marking your skin has cast you out, and there was no place to go but rock bottom. Or, bottom of a mountain. Running from all you meet, afraid to trust anyone, there was one monster that caught your eye. And he caught you.