Sans woke to the feeling of dampness and leaves sticking to his face.
Groggily he push himself up onto his forearms with a loud groan. Looking around it seems to be sunset, and god it was still raining. He was in almost all ways literally soaked to the bone because it seems he been laying here for a bit.
Mumbling curses sans sat up and rubbed his skull. God did he have a headache! He heals out his arm and checked himself over for any new cuts or any breaks in his bones, sighing in relief he found he had only opened a small self inflicted wound on his ribs.(lucky the gash was still closed)
Slowly sans looked up....
"Where the hell am I!" Calling out in panic. Surely a short fucking fall (I think it was short) like that wouldn't leave him confused and in a completely different place. But yet again maybe he's suffering a skull injury??
"Can skeletons even get skull injuries...??? Or even concussions??" He mumbled to himself as he slowly got up.
"Oh wow"
Sans swayed as black dots swam in his vision and his head spun. God it feels like he's been laying there for days!
Sans steadied himself, looking around he snapped his fingers.
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He snapped again
And again
Again
Again! But nothing was happening. He was absolute lost without any magic. He's basically a dead ,dead triple dead man walking!
(Sorry this chapter is basically a boring filler till I can make more 👍
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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...
