I do not own Undertale or DanceTale. I do not own any Characters unless said otherwise. I do not own the cover. I do not own any art in this book unless said otherwise. Credit will be given where credit is due.

I have a lot of inspiration for this project! So I should be uploading updates frequently.

Enjoy my Candies!

-your relatively faithful author, KitKat.

On with the story!
----------------

     I gulp quietly, fidgiting with my locket. The locket is like my comfort item. It is a picture of me, my dad, and my mom before... Well, this.

The seats in the court house are hard and uncomfortable, especially in the front. I try really hard not to constantly shift. My lawyer, Julie, sits next to me, throwing me the occasional comforting glance.

Julie is a very soft-hearted woman, but that quickly changes in court. Her long black hair is almost always pulled up, usually in a tight bun on the top of her head. Her family and I might be the only people to have ever seen her hair down.

Her facial features are soft and beautiful. She has full lips, but not so big that they can't be real. Her mouth is curved into a smile, and her faint dimples pop out in the corners. One side bears an extra dimple, throwing her smile a little lopsided.

She doesnt wear a lot of make up, either. Her small cheeks are lightly dusted in blush, and her big green eyes are accented with mascara. Her small ears are a little lopsided too, and her eyebrows are a little too thick. But she still manages to be very pretty.

Her forehead has worry wrinkles, which dull her young looking face. It makes me sad knowing that I caused those worry lines. Julie has been really trying to watch out for me.

Julie is wearing a purple jump suit, so dark it is nearly black. Her black high heels raise her a few inches taller than her normal 5'7. Either way, Julie is taller than my measly 5'1.
(You are now short, if you aren't already. FEEL MY PAIN!!!)

Julie's jumpsuit has black buttons on the sleeves, and she has a black undershirt poking out the top of her suit. Overall, she is dressed professionally, as usual.

Julie grips my hand in her own, squeezing it gently before rising. It is her turn, to plead my case.

I feel eyes burning into me, so I look around the court. But, I already know where the death glares are coming from.

Despite my best interests, my eyes fall on the seething forms of my mom and dad. I can almost imagine steam coming out of their ears. I quickly burn my gaze into the floor. Even here, in an actual government building, I am still scared of them. Especially father.

Father used to be a caring man. He was always a little rough, but in a joking way. He has touseled (h/c) hair, and medium (e/c) eyes. His face is otherwise completely different from mine.

He has a chiseled jaw, and a square chin. His kinda-hooked nose made it easier to look down on me when the abuse started. His ears are (opposite size) and nearly pointed.

My mother shares more similar facial features to me. We have the same nose, chin, eye shape, ears, eyebrows, and almost everything else. The only difference is her eyes are a dull, brown specked grey, while mine are (e/c). (If you also have grey eyes, then say her eyes are a different shade)

Julie begins to speak, and my gaze glides off the floor and over to her. She talks about my life at home, which isn't good.

She wields my journal.

Reluctantly I had allowed her to take it. In that book I recorded every beating from my parents, specifically for this situation. Back then I never though this day would come. But here I am.

She reads my entries, and I can practically see my parent's court defense shrivel in the judges eyes.

Next Julie raises a vile into the air. It is a vile of my own blood, removed from the floor of the kitchen in my house. Of course it was collected under police supervision.

She pulls out a few more pieces of evidence, and I feel the glares of my parents once more.

Why did they do this to me? What did I ever do to deserve the blunt of their drunken rage? What changed when I turned 10?
Why have they been set on making my life hell, for a whole five years?

" Daisy, are you ok to rise?" Julie's voice completely obliterates my jumbled thoughts.

My real name is (y/n), but Julie calls me Daisy. She says it is because I am sweet and pretty, just like a daisy. I don't mind.

I quickly shake my head, squeezing out a shy "N-No". There is no way in HELL I am getting up on that stand. My case is fine without me defending it.

Julie nods, and shakes her head at the court master.

The court drones on and on, and occasionally I find my head dipping to the side. I fight to stay awake. Julie helps, by updating me on the court meeting.

So far, we are winning.

I sit in that chair for what seems like hours, when finally the judge pounds the hammer.

"We have our decision!" He booms. His voice echoes through the room, meeting my nervous ears. At those words, my exhaustion immediantly leaves me.

"Miss (y/n) is to be removed from the household of Mrs. (Mom's name) and Mr. (Dad's name)!"

Finally.

I'm free.

The court brakes into happy chaos.

It seems as though the entire gathering was on my side. The idea that I had all of these people rooting for me, makes me cry tears of joy.

Knowing that people you don't even know have your back, it fills you with determination.

People cheer, and the tears flow freely from my eyes.

It's over.

But now that it is over, I need to get out of this crowd. Lots of people make me nervous.

Julie sees my expression, and immediantly understands my desire. She plants a comforting hand on the small of my back, guiding me quickly out of the building.

Thank god the press aren't authorized to take my picture.

Although, that doesn't stop them from getting my parents.

Julie opens a car door, and I am pulled from my thoughts as I step into the vehicle.

"Are you ok daisy?" Julie asks me worriedly. I smile at her, the most joyful, happy, child- like smile I have worn since my 10th birthday.

"I am now."

This was the prologue for my DanceTale Sans X reader! I hope you all will enjoy this story. I have been hounding myself with ideas for something like this. Built up behind a dam. Now, the river of DanceTale ideas are flowing into Wattpad.

I AM SO EXCITED!!!

I am also very confident that this story will be my best one yet.

Like a good little author, I have actually started planning my plot 😂. unlike my other stories.

Enjoy my Candies!