Waken (UT×MLP) [STC]

Stiff

"S-Sans! W-WAKE UP SANS JUST WAKE-UP-WAKE-UP-WAKE-UP-WAKE-U-"

Sans lay there.

Stiff.

Everything felt like a deafening grey.

Stretching across him like a tight blanket.

Binding him like the hands of a clock, ticking on for eternity.

Alphys was screaming for him.

He tried to scream, but couldn't.

His mouth tasted dry.

He tried to open his eyes again.

Nothing.

He tried to scream again.

Nothing.

He tried to breathe.

Nothing.

He tried uttering but a single letter, tried everything a flutter, a twitch of his eye, a flicker of life, a sign he's still there, and not gone for good.

Nothing.

Nothing.

Nothing.

He bashed against the walls of his own skull, screaming louder and louder until all he could hear was himself.

The endless strings of numbers running through his head, leaking out his mouth and bursting through his eyeballs and streaming down his face and scarring his chest and breaking his neck and cracking his bones and mending them all together into one big lump of agonising warmth.

He didn't want to hear Alphys cry for him helplessly.

He wanted to cry back.

He searched endlessly through his mind for an escape, for some kind of loophole.

But everywhere lead nowhere, his mind a twisting labyrinth in front of him.

He eventually found how to move, a sensation tingling his fingertips.

But his arms were too heavy, too stiff.

So were his legs.

Arms stiff.

Head stiff.

Mouth stiff.

Soul stiff

why

won't

his

heart

just

beat?

He pushed himself as hard as he could.

Something.

Anything.

He tried gulping air down, but in all the mess, his throat cracked and squelched into a tight grasp.

He felt his airway clog, noise seeping into his lungs.

His head was flung backwards with the pressure, hands clenched against his cold throat.

His eyes snapped open.

And he started choking.