Reaper Sans and Bitty Reader
A/N: I was suddenly struck with inspiration O.O And I haven’t the time to read over it loI. I hope you enjoy (and find few mistakes :3)
The night was empty and still. No moon or stars shone overhead and the only light came from the gas lamps that burned in the alleyways between buildings. Nothing moved save for a single shadow that slipped through the dark places with nary a sound.
So wrapped up in his thoughts was he that he almost missed the sudden, excited chattering of rats that came from somewhere behind the dumpsters of a Grillby’s Bar. Lifting his head he turned to see a pack of three hovering over what he guessed was the remnants of a long expired meal raided from the trash.
Overwhelmed with a curiosity he could not place, he slid closer going completely unnoticed by the rats until he was on top of them. They scurried out of the way on pure instinct but hovered in their holes, baring gleaming, sharp teeth at being disturbed from their meal.
Paying the vermin no mind, he glanced down at the object of interest. At first he thought that the rats had nicked a scrap of spoiled, uncooked meat but his second thought was that no Grillby wasted food like that. Upon closer inspection he squinted and was able to make out what appeared to be shredded cloth dyed dark gray.
In fact it almost looked like a…Reader’s…Sweater…
This poor creature. Scattered around the tiny body were spots of blood and tufts of fur. Obviously it had gone down fighting but was no match for three large rats. Bowing his head for a moment, he decided that it would not do for such a brave, little soul to be consumed by vermin. He debated on what to do. A burial was the most appropriate idea but where? He couldn’t bring it to the Shelter, stars only knew how Rivet would react to the sight of a mangled Reader body. Perhaps Toriel would consent to have him buried in her garden. She was tenderhearted enough to take pity on it.
Shifting his black cloak, Sans bent down close to the Reader in order to pick it up when something caught his eyesocket.
No. It couldn’t have been…it was a trick of the light, or a soft breeze. No, there it was again. A barely noticeable movement of the chest.
By Asgore’s Beard, it was still alive.
Shock gave way to sense and Sans stopped his hand from reaching out and scooping it up. Sudden movement could cause the blood to drain completely out of it. But, he could also tell that there wasn’t much time left to get it to the shelter. The Reader was going to die regardless.
Sucking in another breath, Sans reached out again and gathered the Reader into his hands. May as well put the poor thing out of its misery quickly. He waited for the stuttering heartbeat to slow and stop altogether.
Confused, Sans peered down at the Reader and startled. What before was a mass of shredded flesh had been recollected into the shape of a Reader once again. What was more, the flesh appeared to be deepening in color to a dark blue and the ears lengthened to a point. A soft yawn revealed sharp canines and when the eyes blinked open they shone silver and pupilless. Sans was in complete shock. Never had such a thing occurred before.
He attempted to speak but before he could make a sound, an impish grin flashed up at him and the tiny voice of the Reader piped, “Hi!”
OoooOOoooO Timeskip (three weeks)OoooOOoooO
A few weeks had passed since Sans had found his Reader. Immediately upon its awakening the death skeleton had made a beeline to Toriel’s to see if she could explain this new phenomenon to him but she had been just as baffled. After spending a few hours telling of his story and her fussing over the Reader’s well-being, she finally prompted him to give it a name seeing as it had become quite attached to him in the meantime.
It took a few days but finally the Reader was given the name Sprite, after Toriel’s favorite fairytale creatures whom the Reader resembled.
Sprite was enamored with his new name and new owners. While his memory of before he was attacked was somewhat spotty, he knew enough to tell them that he had never been so happy. All was rainbows and sunshine for this Reader. Until he was well enough to accompany Sans back into the mortal world.
Their first stop was a young bunny monster who had passed away from an illness just a few moments ago. Sprite watched in silence as Sans gathered the soul, looking back and forth from the still, rigid form to the grieving parents who could not see or hear him and where to busy holding onto one another to pay him any attention even if they could. Sans stepped back again and they stood silently for a moment. An unfamiliar pang was twisting Sprite’s heart and he looked to Sans for comfort, only to see his Monster’s sockets pearled with black moisture before he blinked and it was gone again. Sprite slowly reached out to place a hand on Sans’s cheekbone, watching as he turned to meet the Reader’s eyes. Not a word passed between them but they seemed to communicate nonetheless.
No words did Sprite have to express the emotions coursing through him now but Sans’s sockets acknowledged him regardless.
Life asked Death, “Why do people Love me and Hate you?”
Death replied, “Because you are a beautiful Lie and I am a painful Truth.”
*gasp* Ohmygodmyheaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaart! This is perfect, and amazing. I love it!
