Saved From The Light (Bad Sanses x Blue)

Chapter One: The Healer

Cross had a bad habit. Every weekend, when he knew there was nothing to do, he'd take everything chocolate related out of the kitchen, and hide in his room for the rest of the day. This Saturday was no different.
As he was filling his jacket pockets with Killer's not-so-secret chocolate stash, he heard Error come downstairs. He walked right past Cross, looking lost in thought, and opened the door.
"CrOsS!"
Cross jumped. "Yeah?"
"C'mErE, i'Ll NeEd YoUr HeLp..."
Curious, the monochrome skeleton approached the door. Lying on the ground outside was a smaller skeleton with a blue bandana, gray boxer shorts, and a full female ecto on full display. Cross flushed and quickly made a mental note to only look at Blue's face.
"I'lL gIvE yOu My JaCkEt, AnD yOu CaN bRiNg HiM iNsIdE."
"O-okay."
Error quickly covered Blue's chest with his jacket and Cross gently laid him down on the couch inside. And that was when he saw the scars.
They littered Blue's arms and legs, and Cross would have bet that they'd be everywhere else if he'd have lifted the jacket.
Nightmare stormed into the room. "Error, why the fuck did you think it was a good idea to-" He stopped as he saw Blue. "What the hell is he doing here?"
Error handed him a note scrawled on pink paper. Night only glanced at it, then frowned. "Call the others."
A few minutes later, everyone was in the living room, all confused about why Blue was on the couch wearing boxers and Error's jacket.
"The Star Sanses have left us a...gift, in their words."
"Blue is a gift?" Horror frowned. "That's not how sentient beings...work."
"Yes Horror, I know." Nightmare held up the note. "I'm not going into the details of this, but in summary they want us to have him, kill him, and generally do what we want with him."
"So what are we gonna do?" Dust looked concerned. "And why's he all cut up?"
"Uh...ShE..." Error coughed. "CuRrEnTlY."
"They covered that too...they gave Blue some potion. He'll have a female body permanently summoned for another 2-3 months..."
"Why would they do that?" Killer spoke up.
"I don't know."
"What are we going to do?" Dust asked again.
At that moment, Blue bolted upright with a gasp, clutching his chest. Tears spilled from his eyes as he doubled over. He flung the jacket off. Cross gasped. There was a large gash across his chest. Cross immediately set to healing it as Blue cried in pain.
A couple minutes later, the wound was healed as best as Cross could have achieved. He pulled the blanket back up over Blue's exposed chest. "You're okay now. Ink and Dream...whatever they did to you, it's over now."
"They took it..." Blue was still crying.
"What? Took what?"
"My baby...the little soulling...it's gone, they cut it out..."
There was an uncomfortable silence in the living room as the the full truth sank in. Killer sat beside Blue, letting the smaller lean on him.
"That's it." Nightmare growled. "He stays with us. Killer, give him a room."
Killer nodded and helped Blue up, leading him up the stairs. And somehow, in spite of his tears, Blue managed to smile at each of the group as he passed them.