Alrighty, so, I'm giving you guys ExClUsIvE access to a fan-fic I'm currently writing. As you could tell my the name, this is a Sans X Reader. So, I might be giving you guys drafts and stuff too, because I maily post this stuff on Quotev. Anyways, Enjoy!~
That's it. It's decided. I'm done with this horrible, cruel world. This monster that couldn't take the time to save Ethan. The one that couldn't protect Ava from that murderer. I quit.
You put on your favorite sweater as you close your curtains, sheltering you from the sun. You took a last look at your small phone, the IPhone 2, and smash it. You had texted all of your "friends" to say goodbye, and that they should burn in Hell. You think about that last part for a moment, and feel no regret. You take your backpack after filing it with clothes, protein bars, huggies, water, band-aids, gauze, some fruits, and your most valuable object: your laptop, and head to the door. You open the door to your apartment, and look around the home you've known for the last two years.
You never did decide to fix up the chipped paint in the living room, and you forgot to mop the kitchen floor after you spilled juice on it. You sigh as tears well up in your eyes. You knew you were never going to return, so you quickly grabbed the photo of you, your brother and sister, and parents. The picture soon becomes moist from your salty tears, and you shove it into your pants' pocket. You put on your strongest pair of boots (not very attractive, but they held up quite nicely), and walk out of the small two room apartment, slamming the door behind you, causing the painting on the wall to shake.
The neighbor pokes her head out of her door, confused. You give her your most frightening smirk, and she quickly shuts the door. That woman had always been scared of you, even when you were only 16 and moved in next door. You look down at your gloves. You clench your fists and walk downstairs.
You look at the one person that had truly been your friend: Christopher. You told him your plan, and he was obviously extremely angry, but sad at the same time. You quicken your pace as to make sure that he doesn't see you, but to no avail. He looks over at you, tears falling down his cheeks. You grab a book off of the book shelf next to him. You take a glance at the cover. The Legend of Mount Ebott. You take Christophers' small hand, and look up at him. He's full blown balling his eyes out. "A-Are you- su-sure that you w-wanna go?" he says, sniffling between almost every word.
You shake your head, and he pushes away from you. You look up at him, shocked. "Y-You know w-what, (Y/N)? I- I never like-liked you..." he rushes off, leaving you and some curious bystanders alone in the room. You wipe your eyes and run out of the building, screaming.
People on the streets look at you, giving you weird looks. Your single (E/C) eye and one silver one were almost completely cut off from the outside world, for a wall of tears was building up in them. You shake your head, and continue running to Mt. Ebott, the place you would jump.
That's it. It's decided. I'm done with this horrible, cruel world. This monster that couldn't take the time to save Ethan. The one that couldn't protect Ava from that murderer. I quit.
You put on your favorite sweater as you close your curtains, sheltering you from the sun. You took a last look at your small phone, the IPhone 2, and smash it. You had texted all of your "friends" to say goodbye, and that they should burn in Hell. You think about that last part for a moment, and feel no regret. You take your backpack after filing it with clothes, protein bars, huggies, water, band-aids, gauze, some fruits, and your most valuable object: your laptop, and head to the door. You open the door to your apartment, and look around the home you've known for the last two years.
You never did decide to fix up the chipped paint in the living room, and you forgot to mop the kitchen floor after you spilled juice on it. You sigh as tears well up in your eyes. You knew you were never going to return, so you quickly grabbed the photo of you, your brother and sister, and parents. The picture soon becomes moist from your salty tears, and you shove it into your pants' pocket. You put on your strongest pair of boots (not very attractive, but they held up quite nicely), and walk out of the small two room apartment, slamming the door behind you, causing the painting on the wall to shake.
The neighbor pokes her head out of her door, confused. You give her your most frightening smirk, and she quickly shuts the door. That woman had always been scared of you, even when you were only 16 and moved in next door. You look down at your gloves. You clench your fists and walk downstairs.
You look at the one person that had truly been your friend: Christopher. You told him your plan, and he was obviously extremely angry, but sad at the same time. You quicken your pace as to make sure that he doesn't see you, but to no avail. He looks over at you, tears falling down his cheeks. You grab a book off of the book shelf next to him. You take a glance at the cover. The Legend of Mount Ebott. You take Christophers' small hand, and look up at him. He's full blown balling his eyes out. "A-Are you- su-sure that you w-wanna go?" he says, sniffling between almost every word.
You shake your head, and he pushes away from you. You look up at him, shocked. "Y-You know w-what, (Y/N)? I- I never like-liked you..." he rushes off, leaving you and some curious bystanders alone in the room. You wipe your eyes and run out of the building, screaming.
People on the streets look at you, giving you weird looks. Your single (E/C) eye and one silver one were almost completely cut off from the outside world, for a wall of tears was building up in them. You shake your head, and continue running to Mt. Ebott, the place you would jump.