The Knife Game|Horrortale!Sans x Reader

"Hey, kid. Come on over here."

You only stared at the skeleton with wide eyes. Shaking you head, you mutely declined his offer, knowing very well what happened the last time you got too close to him...

"I promise, I got nothin' up my sleeves this time," Sans tried to reassure you, though you still saw through his little "act". The never-ending grin on his face was still evident as he tapped his skeletal fingers against the decaying wooden post.

"C'mon, don't leave me hanging," he chuckled. Clearly, you did not enjoy his sense of humor in the slightest. Some of his puns made you smile..only a little, though, since others were usually dark and chilling to the bone (no pun intended).

Still, you refused to walk over to the sentry post.

"Y'know," Sans started, "If you trust my bro, who is a human-eating fanatic that you somehow befriended..how am I any different?"

'That's right..Papyrus is my friend.' You thought, looking down at your feet. Papyrus lend you his boots when he noticed that your toes were turning purple from the freezing snow. The orange boots were awfully big and went up to your knees, but you were fine with that.

'Maybe, just maybe..I could trust him this one time.'

*You accepted Sans' offer.

Sans' grin widened as you walked over to the post. Suddenly his hand grabbed your thin wrist, yanking you towards him. You whimpered in pain as he pressed your palm firmly to the surface, feeling a splinter digging into your pinky.
A million things ran through your mind, and you instantly regretted ever trusting him.

Sans only snickered, amused by your panic and confusion.

"I've heard of this sick little game humans like to play," the skeleton told you, before he pulled something out of his pocket.

"Called the "Knife Game".

Your eyes widened in horror. You've seen videos of people who were brave (or stupid) enough to try to play that game without getting any of their fingers stabbed. Typically, you were suppose to be the one holding the knife..not the other person, but it seemed like Sans wasn't gonna let go of you anytime soon.

So it was inevitable..you were going to play the game his way.

"Sorry to use ya as a guinea pig, kiddo," Sans apologized, yet the crazed look in his eye told you otherwise. "So how 'bout I make a deal with ya: we can either do the short version, which I'm more likely to mess up on..or we can do the long version of the song~"

'Ohgodohgodpleasedon'tmakemechoose!!' Your heart was starting to race as your clammy hands shook with fear. You didn't know what to do. Should you yell for Papyrus? Refuse to choose either one?

"Try to keep your hands still," Sans growled, "or else I am guaranteed to screw up. Since you clearly wanna get over it we'll do the shorter version. But don't worry, I won't chop off any of your fingers, not on purpose at least. If I do leave any marks I'll be sure to patch you up."

'Yeah right,' you rolled your eyes. But maybe he was right, maybe just getting this stupid game over with was the better option.

With a audible sigh, you nodded. 

"Great!" Sans' grin widened. "Let's begin~" Then he began to sing, and as he did, he moved the dull kitchen knife between the space of your fingers to the beat of the music:

"Oh! I have all my fingers!
The knife goes 'Chop! Chop! Chop!'
If I miss the spaces between,
My fingers will come off!
And if I hit my fingers,
The blood will soon come out,
But all the same
I play this game
'Cause that's what's it's all about~!"

Surprisingly, he didn't lay a scratch on your fingers, which made you relax a bit....until he began to pick up the tempo.

"Oh, Chop! Chop! Chop!
Chop! Chop! Chop! Chop!
I'm picking up the speed!
And if I hit my fingers,
Then my hand will start to bleed-"

You yelped in pain as you felt the knife stab your index finger. Immediately Sans let go of your hand, which you pulled away as soon as he did.

Drops of blood began falling down into the snow, turning it red. "Woah, sorry there, kiddo," the skeleton apologized, "But erm..that was fun don't ya think?" He shrugged.

If looks could kill, you'd be sending Sans straight to Hell in two seconds.

That would officially be the last time you EVER trusted him.

"Wait kid, before ya go get that patched up," Sans began when you started to walk away. "I got a question." You shot him a glare, but cared enough to listen to what he had to say..even if he did make you bleed.

"What's Russian Roulette?"