Misguided soul- Horrorfarm

Chapter one - Not a very traditional hello

"And don't come back"

Hatchet in hand Horror looked around, the Au he found himself in was unlike any other. The leaves on the tall beautiful trees were orange in color along with red and yellow.

He loved it. It was so much nicer than his old Au. Standing up he winced as a gust of wind blew over his cuts and wounds. Shivering a bit he realized his jacket was all torn up too.

He didn't feel most of the pain as he was used to it but he wasn't used to the cold. Despite his former Au having some snow in it he was mostly in his warm jacket and never took it off.
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Walking for what felt like hours he finally collapsed on the ground near what looked like a house. At least he hoped it was a house. He felt light-headed. His vision faded in and out before finally going black. Maybe this would be his last time ever seeing the Aus maybe he would wake up without his physical body.

Maybe he just wouldn't wake up at all constantly being in a coma-like state. But he didn't want to die. He didn't want to go. Not yet. Not like this. He couldn't die from a broken arm and a few cuts, right? Opening his eyes Horror felt something soft under him. Something light and fluffy.

Maybe it was the clouds he saw up in the sky every time he looked up. Blinking the sleepiness out of his eyes he was able to scan the room he was in quite clearly.

He was on a bed one with a fluffy blanket. And his arm was bandaged? Was someone else with him in the house? Rubbing his head he heard small footsteps coming up then closer.

So this house had a second floor? The door opened with a soft squeak and Horror turned his head instantly unintentionally hissing in pain when he did so.

"Oh you're awake no need to be scared bud in just checking in on ya after all you were in quite the bad shape when I found you"

Horror tried to sit up to confront the unknown skeleton but he just couldn't his arm providing no support and his other arm along with most of his body is weakened.

"Need help?"

The skeleton reached out only for horror to quickly snap at him.

"Don't fucking touch me!"

The skeleton pulled their hand away in surprise before nodding and letting it fall back against their side. Horror just gave up resting his head against one of the three cream-colored pillows.

"Where am I? Who...who are you?"

The skeletons expression was calm and welcoming unlike the sly mischievous smiles of his former comrades.

"You can call me farm or farmer sans and you're currently in my house"

"Oh..."

"What about you?"

"Huh?"

"What's your name?"

"Horror...my names horror"