Tw- cuts
sans grabbed his shirt back down and yawned, I guess I could try sleep? He thought to no one in particular.
Sans got up stretching his arms out before he walked over to his draws and pulled out some new bandages for his wounds.
I wouldn't want these to fester I guess?* He mumbled to himself. Walking over to his rooms bathroom he shut the door and locked it.
-sigh-
He put the toilet seat down and peeled of his stained shirt, before throwing it on the floor. Here we go again-* he growled.
He looked down and a small look of disgust pulled on his face.
Fuck I need a shower* he thought as he rid himself of the rest of his clothes and slowly started to tune the taps.You don't really deserve the feeling of warmth- the voice in the back of his head muttered. He frowned for a second before settling on a full on cold shower.
He stepped in.
He looked down with a shiver as grime melted off his bones along with a fair amount of blood from the cuts and scrapes all over his body. He was in all word disgusting at the moment, sans thought.
+After+
Sans was out of the shower as he snatches up a new shirt and pants (party clean in his defence) and threw them on over the bandages and salve on his bones. At least he stopped the thoughts and horrible feelings? He opened the bathroom door to his room and trudged to his bed.
He practically threw himself at his bed as the small tug of unconsciousness slowly consumed him.
- Notes -God it feels good to be back!
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Sad sans- ( Remade And Continued!)
FantasySans is honestly a strange person and well who ever knows what is going on in that bone heads empty skull... Time will only tell if it's to late or not THIS STORY CONTAINS- Self harm Scars And other dark themes if these upset you please do click awa...
