Masochist! Underfell Sans x Sadist! Reader part 6

WARNING!!! loads of swearing in here, mostly from you. I would prefer you to be 12 or over to read this, but that's all up to you since I'm not your parent/caretaker. Enjoy anyways.

Last Ch; A spark was forming in your open palm, attracting the remaining flares around it from the former explosion. They all circled for a while before joining, the spark growing until it was about the size of your whole hand. You guessed that was enough.

~Your POV~

You covered your open palm with your other hand, covering the spark in it. Then you got down onto your knees and unfolded your hands just above the snow. You pressed your wrists into the ice cold substance. It wasn't really. It was a comfortable cool to your burning hot hands.

You were being passive. Also, it had been too long since you had seen real grass.

The spark began to spread over the white surface, and turned to small strings that centered from your palm and wrapped around your fingers. The light they emitted was a soft yellow. You closed your eyes, and gave a slight tug at them. A pulse resonated through them, continuing into the dense woods and beyond them. The snow began to melt, slowly but surely, and bright green grass began to uncover from it.

Your soul followed a few of the lines, and with your eyes closed you could see where you would have to stop. At the edge of the woods you pulled them back a little so no one would notice the light, and then traveled back to your still sitting body. You got a good look at yourself; (h/c) hair, dark eyelashes from the mascara that was still on them from just before you fell, and (s/c) skin. You had an old jumper on, because your choice of clothes was lazy the other day.

Wait.

Scratch that, you had shorts too, so your choice was horrid.

You let out a sigh as your soul returned to your body, and opened your eyes to find sans sitting in the same position as you, facing you but looking down and poking the grass. It was a really funny sight, and you couldn't help a small giggle escaping your lips. He looked up immediately, and a red dusting came over his cheekbones as he realized how weird he must have looked.

“You never seen grass before?” you asked, half-joking.

“Y-yea. Kind of. Only seen it in pictures tibia honest.” he replied, making a pun to try and shake the awkward feeling that hung over him. He rubbed his neck bones.

“Do they not have grass here?” it sounded more like a statement when you said it, but everything counts.

“Nah. Only in waterfall, but I don't think seaweed is grass.”

“You're right, it isn't.” you paused, and thought. “Do you want see something else besides grass? I mean like flowers and shit.”

“Y-yea. Sure.”

Which flower to choose, which flower to choose... ugh. I have no fucking idea. Umm... daffodils? Nah. Uhhhhhh... tulips? No way. They're too popular Above. That's boring. Wait! I got it!

You focused on the image on your head, and sure enough, the woods around you began to clear away a bit to make place for lovely purple crocuses. Dang, you loved 'em. Your garden was full of them. Would explain the color of your soul.

“Wooooowwww...” you heard sans sigh.

“I know right? They're so pretty!” you smiled. Finally, someone who would accept the fact that you just adored flowers in purple. You actually loved purple in general, but seeing you also had a flower obsession, it was tripled.

Unfortunately, this peace didn't last long.

“Ugh!” you doubled over, and started coughing like there was no tomorrow. You felt the copper taste of blood in your mouth, and groaned as a puddle of blood began to form under your face in the grass from where it had come up.

You hauled yourself up again and wiped your mouth with your sleeve. You looked at sans, who was looking really worried, and smiled apologetically.

“Happens. 'll go away soon. No worries.” you tried to reassure him, but you failed seeing as another load was making it's way up.

~Sans' POV~

Nobody expected this. Well, I sure didn't. I just sat there, frozen in panic as (y/n) began to hack up another pool of blood. This wasn't good. She tried to keep her facade, but failed to keep a glint of panic crossing her (e/c) eyes.

I stood up hastily, almost tripping in the process, and draped my arm around her. Then I focused and teleported to Grillby's. As soon as (y/n) realized where we were, she put her hands over her mouth in a quick attempt to stop most of the blood dripping on to the floor.

“Grillbz! Can you bring me some napkins, quick! I know you have them so don't try to pretend you don't.” I called to the bartender. The guy almost face palmed and bent down to grab them from under the counter.

“You owe me” I heard him say.

“Sure man, just help me out here.” I replied. Much to my surprise, Grillby actually bent down next to me to inspect the almost unconscious (y/n), who I was barely holding up.

“I think you should take her to Alphys.” he said, and sat her down on a chair.

“And... not trying to be rude or anything, but since when do you care about someone's health?”

“Since this person actually paid for her food, surprise surprise. I prefer to keep customers that bother to buy their food, unlike someone I know.” he shot me a glare.

“Whoa, man. Calm down.” I backed away slightly and held my hands up.

“Aaaaand... she passed out. I really think you should bring her to Alphys if you want her to live.”

He had a point. She looked a lot paler than normal, and had probably lost a lot of blood. Yet...

“Uh... Grillbz? She said that this had happened before. I dunno... maybe we should keep her here. You know Alphys. She's kinda very loyal to Asgore. And she wants to get to the surface too, and she has Undyne. It may seem selfish to say this, but I really think it's not a good idea.”

“That reminds me...” Grillby started. “Since when do you care?”

“Ugh. Can we not talk-” I was interrupted by a glare. “Fine. Since... she kinda reminds me of Papyrus I guess.”

“OK. How the fuck-”

“Ya haven't seen her for real, ya know.” I sighed, and put my hand under her head to keep her from choking on her own blood. “She can be real badass if she wants to be.”

Grillby looked around, and then back at me.

“Sans? Let's go into the back room. We're making a scene.”

“Ok.”

Within a few minutes we managed to get (y/n) into the kitchen. Grillby went back into the restaurant to usher everyone out and close it, and then came back.

“Do you think this can be solved with healing, or is it something else?”

“I'll have to check her first. If it has something to do with her HP, I can fix it. If it doesn't... we'll just have to see.” he paused for a minute. “No promises.”

He pulled her into battle and checked her, but was then still.

~Grillby's POV~

I know I shouldn't be startled, but her HP was even higher than Undyne's.

(y/n) (l/n)

ATK; 86

DEF; 79

HP; 287

She had only lost a quarter of her HP, probably because of the cold. That didn't explain the 287 HP she had.

“Um. Hey, sans...?” I looked at him.

“Yea Grillbz?” he answered, looking genuinely worried for once in his shitty life.

“There's no need to worry about her hp, she only lost 72.”

“Wait... what!? How much HP does she have!?” he almost yelled. I guess I was lucky I decided to close the bar before... this scene happened.

“287 to be precise. Also, no yelling.” I shot him a glare.

“But... how!? I mean... there are not that many monsters around here and behind the doors. Besides, I still see a lot of them just shitting about here and there.” he argued.

“Most likely? She killed humans. At least a dozen of them.” I stated.

“Makes sense... so. How did she lose the HP? In battle? She would have been fixing herself up by now if that was the case, wouldn't she?”

“My blind guess is the cold stuck to the inside of her lungs and teared them a bit, causing her coughing up blood.”

“Heh. I never thought you would know about human anatomy” Sans snorted.

“Sans.”

“Yea?” sans asked, wiping tears from his eye sockets.

“I strongly suggest you stop.” I didn't wait for him to answer. “Also, did she seem to have any experience in battle?”

“Yea. A lot of experience, actually. And EXP.”

At that moment, (y/n) stirred.

“Is she waking up?”

“I think so.” I answered.

(y/n)'s eyelids fluttered, and then opened.

“Wh- what the fuck...?” she groaned. She sat up in the chair, and held a hand to her throat. “Um. Can I have water... please?” she asked, voice raspy.

The blood. Of course. I got a glass from one of the cupboards, and filled it at the sink.

~Your POV~

“It may not seem very water-like, but trust me. It isn't poisonous.” The flame monster tried to assure me as he gave it. At that moment, sans snorted. I shot him a glare, and he shut up. I downed all of the weird substance in one go, relieved that my throat was now clear of any leftover dry blood. I sighed.

“H-hey. (y/n)?” I heard Sans say.

“Yes?” I snapped.

“U-um, does that h-happen often? I mean, you said so...” he stuttered.

I sighed. I was gonna have to explain a lot...