![]() ![]() "But I must look wrecked, and I'm ruining your trash can. "I'm sorry," you reiterate, turning your face into your arm in an attempt to block the horrible stench. You can imagine it wouldn't be, just as the fact that you're trying not to dry heave in a trash can isn't a pretty sight, either. "trust me, pal, it's not a pretty sight." "it's magic." You can hear the amused grin in his voice. "But how? Do you even have a stomach and bile to throw up?" He lets out a surprised laugh, his hand momentarily stilling. "Can skeletons even throw up?" The question slips past before you can censor yourself your filter is still questionable right now. "heh, don't be." His hand lightly rubs your back, and you close your eyes, clinging tighter to the trash can. There's no way they'd want to continue having you around after you made them take care of you over something you inflicted on yourself. Did you call them? You feel as if you can vaguely remember your phone in your hand, and the idea of looking through what you might have drunkenly said makes you feel more ill than the hangover. "I'm sorry," you croak out, feeling utterly pathetic. ![]() It's also either still dark or there's black-out curtains in the room the only light visible is a line from beneath the bedroom door and the soft glow from an en-suite bathroom's nightlight. You fight to hang on to the dregs of memories, but you feel too sick to focus. Did the skeletons join you at the bar? You remember flashes of color and the room spinning, faces blurring together. You're trying to remember what happened, but it's all vague flashes of broken memories. You groan into the puke bucket, curling around it and resting your cheek on the top corner. it's Sans, and he's seeing you at your lowest. The water had dribbled past your chin, all over the front of your shirt, and you had hit it out of his hand and scrambled away to pass out on the couch. He had pulled your hair to tip your hair back and tried to force you to drink water to sober up. For one thing, it's not your boyfriend going to berate you for getting too drunk and doing this to yourself (you can still remember the last time you drank too much with your friends-back when you had them. That voice brings both relief and mortification. Rough fingers scrape against the side of your neck as they bring your hair away from your face. The smell alone is enough to keep your stomach rolling and leave you gagging with tears in your eyes. It's such a violent, disorienting motion that you stagger off the side of the bed, taking half the blankets with you, and wrap your arms around the trash can to stick your head halfway inside. You wake up lurching over the side of the bed to promptly vomit into a trash can. Undertale fan works from experianced authors with good stories, The Best of Sans x Reader (IMHO), Best Undertale Fanfics, (Continue reading), TheFicsThatRockMyWorld, 336 Hours: A Comprehensive and Preeminent Reader-Insert Collection Stats: Published: Updated: Words: 319,184 Chapters: 50/? Comments: 3,748 Kudos: 8,403 Bookmarks: 1,577 Hits: 327,037 ![]()
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