DISCLAIMER: I do not own Undertale or the character, I do own, I suppose, the OC's.
WARNINGS: Will be a Reader x Sans, but it won't be the main focus. Will have OC's. Will have mentions of abuse, both physical and mental. I will try to put trigger warnings before each chapter where I think they maybe needed, but I might forget so please help me with that.
Will have a gender fluid character, and same sex relationships (this is Undertale... so...). Will have violence and death, both descriptive and merely mentioned. Mentions and descriptions of adult activities, such as drugs, drinking, and only mentions of sex. No smut. Will have crude language, like tons. Will have, eventually, racist behaviors and language.
This story will not be perfect. There will be mistakes no matter how often I proofread. I am not perfect, I am no professional, so please if you see a mistake, or something doesn't make sense, point it out and I will work to correct it.
But I will not coddle you. This fic was made with the thought of what would happen to a person whose placed in such a situation, eventually, so if something makes you uncomfortable it was nice of you to check out this fic and I hope you find something that suits your needs.
This fic is also posted on Ao3 under my pen name Melas, so no, this is not a stolen work. I am not that much of a bitch.
Chapter 1
Pokemon Go. The app that swept the world up in the it's fervor. Some of those infected would go to extreme lengths to catch rare and elusive digital monsters. And that's what put you into the situation you're currently in.
But let's backtrack.
It started as a normal Wednesday. Your alarm woke you at six twenty am, you begrudgingly went through your morning routine, and by six fifty or so you proceeded to make breakfast for you and your two roommates. By the time seven fifteen rolled around you had a filling breakfast cooked up and waiting on the counter for the others.
You scooped up your plate and made your way to the living room for the couch. You sat by the left arm of the three seater and ate. You looked at the blank tv and began to reminisce about the boys.
Yes.
That's right.
Boys.
Your two roommates were dudes.
You were a girl sharing a house with two guys.
While others (and your mother) believed you all were behaving indecently behind closed doors they couldn't be further from the truth. You held no romantic, or even sexual, feelings towards your roommates. The guys have simply been you best friends since you moved to Asheville, North Carolina back in eighth grade.
You met Devon ("It's pronounced De-VIN. IN. Dammit!") Hines in art class. You both sat at the same table for a little over two weeks in near silence before you were partnered for a project. From then on you both bonded over how stupid the project was, art, Marvel, Pokemon, and your short statures.
Two days after being partnered with him he invited you to sit with him at lunch where he introduced you to the group he sat with and his best friend, your future second roommate, Ryan McGee.
Now, you love (almost) everyone in the "Group," and still kept in contact with a majority of them, but Ryan and Devon were your BEST friends and you would always be grateful to them.
Devon, for the fact that the black haired midget ("I am not a midget! I am two inches taller than you! Midget!") took you under his wing, and Ryan for the fact he understood the depression you were falling into after your abrupt move from Colorado and only tried to cheer you up with his...strange… sense of humor.
They helped you through some dark times, and you did the same for them. They were the older brothers you never had. The three of you were thick as thieves. That's why you all decided to live together when it came time to go to college.
Once a friend of your family's heard of your plan they offered to rent you their second house for an affordable price. It was a single floor, three room, two bath with a pretty big kitchen and living room. It was a small house but more then perfect for three college students. Plus it was only thirty or so minutes from the colleges you all picked.
You were yanked out of your thoughts when you felt someone sit next to you. You looked to your right, fork still in you mouth, to see Ryan nibbling on the french toast you whipped up while leaning his lengthy form heavily into the couch. His dark brown eyes were half lidded and gazing sightlessly at the wall.
Poor guy was so not a morning person. Well, you weren't either but at least you could semi-function after you awaken. As if sensing your stare Ryan lazily turned his head to look at you, his stringy shoulder length brown hair falling to block his view with the movement.
"Mornin'." He droned.
You huffed lightly in exasperation and took the fork out of you mouth so you could speak. "You went to bed at four again. Didn't you."
Ryan took another bite of toast and looked back at the wall. You took that as a yes.
"How'd ya even have the fucking energy to make french toast so early in the G'ddamn morn'?" Ah, Devon. Always so eloquent.
You answered his question with a simple, "Magic."
He scoffed as he walked over to the final seat with his own plate in hand. He sat down and placed his plate on the armrest. "That doesn't answer my question but whatever you say, Hermione."
You stuck your tongue out at him. He was such a little shit.
"You're a little shit, you know that right?" Ryan's monotonous morning voice agreed with you it seemed.
Devon, it appeared, did not though. His right hand twitch and his face spasmed in annoyance. You sighed and went back to eating. You had a feeling you knew where this was going.
Devon grabbed his plate, put it on his lap, viciously tore into his french toast and spoke with his mouth full, "And you're a fucking sasquatch."
You sighed again. "Language."
Ryan shrugged. "Don't tease me with jerky then, otherwise I'll fuck your bony ass up."
You stayed silent and continued eating, there really was no point to trying to stop them. They continued to go back and forth with meaningless insults all the way through breakfast. Usually you'd join them but it was to early in the morning for your brain to come up with anything awesome to say.
Once you finished your breakfast you went to wash your dishes. On your way to the sink your eyes widened when you noticed the time. Eight twenty five and your first class started at forty. Crap.
"Devon! It's twenty past eight, hurry your scrawny butt up or we're gonna be late!"
You heard Devon jump out of his seat and run towards his room to finish getting ready for the day. "SHIT! See what you did Mc'Goo!?"
"I didn't do jackshit but eat my food and be a good little boy. At least I know what day it is today."
"There is seriously nothing little about you!" Devon's muffled voice yelled.
"Damn straight."
"THAT'S NOT WHAT I MEANT AND YOU KNOW IT!"
A chuckle escape you as you picked up your backpack and headed for the door. You hollered over your shoulder too you're rushing friend, "I'm gonna start the car, if you're not out in five minutes I'm leaving you behind!"
A thud and a string of curses was your only answer.
With you hand on the door you looked at Ryan, who was bringing both his plate and Devon's into the kitchen. "Have a good day!"
"Don't crash and kill yourselves."
"Pfft," You saluted him, "I shall try my best, Captain"
Ryan grinned and said in a terrible Yoda imitation, "Do, or do not. There is no try."
You chuckled and finally left to go start the car. Since you were the driver you had control of the radio, so you plugged the aux cord into your phone, played your current favourite song, and waited.
You don't have to wait long because within a couple minutes of sitting in the car you're black haired friend came running out of the house, jumped right over the porch stairs, and continued on towards the passenger side.
Your right eye twitched slightly. If you attempted to do what he just did you'd end up falling flat on your face.
The car door slammed shut and you heard Devon's frantic voice. "Step on it!"
"Don't tell me what to do."
And yet you did as he said. You didn't park in the driveway the night before so you had a clear shot to the road. You weren't quite speeding, but you were apparently going fast enough to bend time to the point you both weren't going to be late if you ran to class. When you parked the car you both did just that.
"I'll see ya for lunch!" Devon said as you parted ways.
"Sure!"
You ran to your building, so focused on getting to class and not tripping that you don't notice something important.
There was barely anyone on campus.
It took you nearly breaking your nose on the locked front entrance door to get you realize anything.
"FUCK A DUCK!" You yelled nasally. You held both of your hands to your nose. Why the frick-frack was door locked? It was never locked! It was the main building for Pete's sake! The only time it was locked was on holidays and teacher work….days….
You narrowed your eyes at your reflection in the glass door. Then you leaned forward and lightly smacked your head against said door several times. How could you have forgotten!? Irritated, embarrassed beyond hell, and still cradling your nose with two hands. You quickly spun around and began swiftly walking back to the car.
You made it back to the car in near record time and noticed Devon laying spread eagled on the hood. Hearing your footsteps he turned to look at you. You both stared at each other silently for several moments before bursting out into laughter.
His forehead was a bright red. He obviously had an intimate meeting with a door too.
Tears were streaming down your face and you hands migrated to hold onto your aching stomach. Your laughter drove you to your knees while Devon's laughter rolled him off the car so that he was lying on his side in front of you.
"W-we *huff* we are s-such *wheeze* *cough* such idiots." You managed to say after you calmed down, somewhat.
Devon chuckled a little more at that, nodded, and got up of the ground. "What breed of dumbasses forgets when they have the rest of the week off?"
You snickered, which lead you and your friend to some more, needless, uproarious laughter for another minute or so. Finally you both truly calm down and get in the car. You lean your head on the steering wheel and sigh.
"My stomach hurts. I think I bruised a rib."
Devon rubbed his head. "My head hurts like a bitch."
"Meh. I think I left behind some snot behind on the door. The poor janitor. My poor nose. Please let there be no security footage of that. I don't wanna be on Youtube."
"Congrats. Ya just jinxed us. We are now YouTube famous."
"Oh hush you."
Silence filled the car for a good fifteen seconds before you started the engine and lazily make your way home. Speaking of home….
Devon sighed. "You know Sasquatch is gonna hold this ov'r our head forever, right?"
You make a groan of acknowledgement. Ryan was never gonna let this down once he was told about what happened. Then it hit you while you waited at a stop light.
"THAT DICK!" You yelled, startling Devon.
"What!?"
"He knew!"
"He who? Who knew whaaaaa…" Devon trailed of as realization hit him as well. He thought back to this morning to what Ryan said.
"I didn't do jackshit but eat my food and be a good little boy. At least I know what day it is today."
"At least I know what day it is today."
"What day it is today."
"…...HE DID! That fucking twat" Devon continued to grumble about the taller boy all the way home.
While Devon and yourself went to the same college, Ryan did not. Even though the schools you went to were different they still worked around the same schedules. That meant every holiday and teacher work day off at one school was the same at the other.
"He...he just let us walk out. Let us make fools of ourselves. Let us waste gas." You black haired friend stated as you turned into your driveway and parked alongside Ryan's 'Mom Van.'
You both got out of the car and made your way to the porch stairs, only to be interrupted by a loud "HONK" as you passed the 'Mom Van.'
You stopped in your tracks, put a hand over your heart, and let out a little yelp but Devon… Devon let loose a high pitched scream and clung to your arm.
Muffled laughter could be heard from inside the van where Ryan sat in the passenger seat laughing his ass off. He was leaning over the steering wheel and hitting the dashboard with his hand in mirth.
"YOUR A FUCKING JACKASS!" Devon released your arm to run over the car and proceeded to yell profanities at your laughing friend while trying to open the locked door.
You sighed heavily and lightly pat your chest several times. Yes. Your heart was no longer trying to jump out of your chest.
"Hey!"
You looked over to see Ryan with the window rolled down and Devon pouting with his arms crossed. The taller of the two had his head sticking out the window and was dramatically sticking his hand out at Devon.
"Come with me if you want to live."
You walked to the guys and questioned Ryan about why you should get in the car with him when he almost killed both of you via heart attack. And his response was rather simple.
"Because we are going on a Pokemon camping trip. Get in. I already packed your bags, we can go now."
You and Devon looked at each other, shrugged, and got into the 'Mom Van.'
Why the bloody hell not?
You had a five day vacation, that you totally forgot about, the three of you have gone camping loads of times when you all lived in Asheville, so Ryan knew what you liked to pack. Why not take a spontaneous vacation? You sat in the front while Devon got situated in the middle seat behind you .
"So where we going?" You asked Ryan as he pulled out of the driveway.
Your driver shrugged. "Where we always go."
Ah. That meant you had over a two hour drive until you reached Asheville. Might as well take a nap. You leaned your seat back and got comfy.
"Wake me up,"
"When September ends? Sure. No prob." Devon chuckled from somewhere behind you.
"...when we get there." If you were more awake you would be surprised at how quickly you drifted off into a dreamless sleep and question yourself on why couldn't you do that at night?
It was around eleven when you found yourself being shaken awake and forced to walk around the town of Asheville.
But sweet baby Jesus the Pokestops.
All the Pokestops.
For about a solid hour you and your friends walked around and chatted while collecting the little digital monsters, but every now and then your attention would be taken from your phone or conversation by the "Missing" posters of a local child. Slowly but surely you found your good mood evaporating as you were dragged into your thoughts.
It always sickened you to see such things, be it on the wall in Walmart or on the news. The simple thought that one human could do vile things to another disgusted you. You really hoped the kid ran away and weren't kidnapped. Seeing as they had been missing since July and it was now mid September their chances were poor if they were kidnapped.
You sighed and stopped walking, eyes trained on the youthful face that stared back at you from the piece of paper taped to a lightpost.
An arm snaked around your shoulders from your right, and pulled you close to their owner, disrupting yours thoughts. You didn't have to look to see which of your friends had caught onto your morbid thoughts, seeing as Ryan's thought process more than likely was mirroring your own.
You sighed again, "People suck."
Devon nodded from you left, eyes not leaving his phone but still listening, and Ryan raised his left arm in the air with his phone in hand and all yelled, "PREACH IT!"
Devon finally looked up and glared at him, "We attract enough attention as it is. Look what you done did, the soccer moms across the street think you're insane. And by association they must think that of me."
You and Ryan looked to where Devon indicated and, indeed, there was a group of soccer moms with their kids at an ice cream shop that were look at your group with judging eyes.
Nothing new. The people you hung out with were so diverse that the judging stare of the masses was normal, nerve racking and irritating, but normal.
One mom glared and jerked her child behind her.
Okay. That was actually a new one.
"Oh, hey McGoo! They just hid their child from you. Ha!"
Ryan sniffed and turned away, "How rude."
You laughed once, your morbid thoughts forgotten, "You rhymed, Devon.
It took a moment of confused silence as both young men went over what the shorter of the two said, then Ryan groaned and buried his head into you hair while Devon smirked.
"Well, what can I say? I'm a rhymer all the timer."
A muffled "Strike me down!" came from your hair, and you laughed harder, momentarily erasing any dark thoughts about humanity and missing children.
Another hour or so passed of you three being geeks when it was decided that you would all stop for lunch at small cafe. A usable outlet was quickly found, so Ryan plugged in the multi charger that could charge all three phones at once. Ah, the wonders of technology.
Meals were being eaten in silence when you noticed that Devon's attention keep being stolen by a small table nearby that held local business cards. Scanning the table you realized he wasn't interested in the cards, but the small pile of "Missing" child posters.
"After this we should go to the mountains for some hiking."
Devon chuckled and turned his attention to Ryan a smirked. Ryan looked at him in suspicion.
"What's going on in that head of yours, you sprout?"
"Keh, the lazyass is now a mountain man. Who said gaming was bad for your health?"
"You never left the house either."
"The humidity sucks here."
"Yes, yes, it messes up your delicate hair. We know. Your pretty anyways."
"It's not my hair! It just to damn hot here!"
You decided it was time to chime in, "He's right you know, North Carolina needs to stop it with the humidity. I like breathing a little too much and humidity prevent that. Plus, they're hills."
The two looked at you in confusion, the abrupt change of topic throwing them off. Devon looked at you in concern.
"You okay there dude?"
Ryan placed a hand on your forehead, "You don't have a fever."
You looked at the amused and elaborated. "The mountains aren't mountains, they are pathetic little foothills."
Devon's head hit the table and he groaned in annoyance while Ryan's hand, which was still on you forehead, moved back slightly so he had room to flick you.
"Oww! What was that for?"
"Stop dissing our mountains, they're b-e-a-u-t-ful."
You heard snickering from Devon, whose head was off the table and leaning against his hand. "Don't you mean," he lifted the salt up, "in-salt-ing our mountains?"
You and Ryan got up and headed for the door.
"You're paying for that joke by buying our lunch." You said.
Devon grinned and all sang, "Worth it!" as he made his way to the cashier.
Halfway to the door you turned around, walked to the small table, grabbed a flier and pocketed it. Your walked back to the exit to see Ryan holding open the door and just looking at you.
"What? We're heading up the mountain anyway, might as well keep an eye out for the kid. Besides, it not like we will actually find them."
"Or their body." Ryan droned.
Devon walked over and punched the taller boy's shoulder. "Oh, shut your trap, ya negative Nancy." Ryan shrugged and walked away, leaving you to quickly grab the door to keep it from hitting. You glared at your taller friend and was about to follow after him when Devon suddenly turned and pointed towards you.
"And you! Go knock on some wood!"
You blinked and went cross eyed looking at the digit in your face, "Eh?"
"You should know your luck by now, for fucks sake! Every damn time you say something can't happened to you, it usually does!" You both began walking after Ryan's distant form, "It's like you have some strange sort of voo-doo magic shindig that grants you wishes that aren't actually wishes, ya know?"
You eyed Devon,"...What are you on?"
"Forget it. Just... just go knock on some wood."
"Do I really have to?"
"JUST DO IT!"
"Fine fine! Don't get your panties in a twist, you high strung little midget." You drawled as you knocked twice on a wooden bench you were passing.
"THAT IS REDUNDANT AND I AM TALLER THAN YOU, FOR FUCKS SAKE!"
"LANGUAGE!"
"Will you two short stakes hurry your asses up! There's a rumor that a Dragonite has been spotted around Mt. Ebott and I neeeeeed one!
That got you both moving. You grinned as you ran to catch up to Ryan, "Mt. Ebott here we come!"
Devon snickered from beside you, "Camera pans upwards and que the narrator from Pokemon."
