Endless possibilities (Underfell Sans x Gender Neutral Reader)*BEING REWRITTEN!*

Chapter 31

(A/N)

I,,, I don't have any more pictures of Sans. So take a picture of Papyrus-

(REMINDER THAT I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THE PICTURES. CREDIT TO THE RIGHTFUL ARTISTS)

also ty for 3k reads! :D I appreciate it sm! <3

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"✋︎■︎⧫︎♏︎❒︎♏︎⬧︎⧫︎♓︎■︎♑︎📬︎ 👌︎♋︎♍︎🙵 ♋︎♑︎♋︎♓︎■︎📪︎ ✋︎ ⬧︎♏︎♏︎✍︎ "

(Interesting. Back again, I see?")

A groan escaped your lips as you attempted to sit up.

"👎︎□︎■︎🕯︎⧫︎ ⬧︎♓︎⧫︎ ◆︎◻︎ 🙰◆︎⬧︎⧫︎ ⍓︎♏︎⧫︎📬︎ ✋︎⧫︎ ♍︎□︎◆︎●︎♎︎ ♎︎♓︎⬧︎❒︎◆︎◻︎⧫︎ ⧫︎♒︎♏︎ ♒︎♏︎♋︎●︎♓︎■︎♑︎ ◻︎❒︎□︎♍︎♏︎⬧︎⬧︎📬︎"

(Don't sit up just yet. It could disrupt the healing process.)

"W-what..?" You gasped, once more trying to sit up and winced at the immense pain that shot through your leg.

"✋︎ ♎︎♓︎♎︎ ⧫︎♏︎●︎●︎ ⍓︎□︎◆︎ ■︎□︎⧫︎ ⧫︎□︎ ⬧︎♓︎⧫︎ ◆︎◻︎📬︎"

(I did tell you not to sit up.)

"W-who are you.. Where am I? Where are you?" You asked, your eyes darting around the room to find the owner of the voice.

What language were they speaking? You couldn't make out a word they were saying.

"✋︎⧫︎🕯︎⬧︎ ♌︎♏︎♏︎■︎ ♋︎ ⬥︎♒︎♓︎●︎♏︎📪︎ ♒︎♋︎⬧︎■︎🕯︎⧫︎ ♓︎⧫︎✍︎ ✋︎ ♋︎⬧︎⬧︎◆︎❍︎♏︎ ⍓︎□︎◆︎ ♎︎□︎■︎🕯︎⧫︎ ◆︎■︎♎︎♏︎❒︎⬧︎⧫︎♋︎■︎♎︎ ⬥︎♒︎♋︎⧫︎ ✋︎ ♋︎❍︎ ⬧︎♋︎⍓︎♓︎■︎♑︎📬︎"

(It's been a while, hasn't it? I assume you don't understand what I am saying.)

"C-come out! Now!" You demanded, trying to make yourself sound braver than you felt. But in reality - you were terrified. The last thing you remembered was seeing something - a dream? A memory? Before you even had time to process it, you had passed out.

You were terrified that Papyrus had offered you to King Asgore. Were you dead?

"I-I'm not dead, am I? God, I don't want to be stuck here alone."

"💧︎□︎ ♎︎❒︎♋︎❍︎♋︎⧫︎♓︎♍︎📬︎ ✌︎■︎♎︎ ⍓︎□︎◆︎🕯︎❒︎♏︎ ■︎□︎⧫︎ ♋︎●︎□︎■︎♏︎📬︎ ✡︎□︎◆︎🕯︎❒︎♏︎ ♓︎■︎ ⧫︎♒︎♏︎ ❖︎□︎♓︎♎︎📬︎ ☟︎□︎⬥︎ ⍓︎□︎◆︎ ♑︎□︎⧫︎ ♒︎♏︎❒︎♏︎ ♓︎⬧︎ ♌︎♏︎⍓︎□︎■︎♎︎ ❍︎♏︎📬︎"

(So dramatic. And you're not alone. You're in the void. How you got here is beyond me.)

You were about to demand that the stranger step out from wherever they were hiding until you saw a figure walking towards you. Something was distinctively familiar about this individual. The way they dressed looked like a combination of both Sans' and Papyrus' style. He wore Papyrus' signature red scarf, although it was a lot shorter, and less tattered than the original.

They wore a red turtleneck that dragged below their wast, followed by a black coat. A science coat? Could they possibly be a scientist?

You observed their facial features. On their face was a scowl that seemed to darken extremely fast, two scars that dragged from his eye sockets to their chin, followed by cracks on the top of their skull.