Orange Broken Bones

Madame Toriel

((Huge HUGE credit to the artist of this Toriel art))

Fogginess stirred in Papyrus's head while a ringing that never wished to stop for a minute for other sounds to enter into his non existent ears. If he could see any other color besides the blackness and thick foggy thoughts, then it would be a stainless red. Was it possible to feel color drip down your arms, ribs, hips, legs, fingers, hands, or even your head? It didn't make as much sense as to that sweet voice back behind him finally answered the question to the purple wall. He was almost flying before that crash almost broke his skull into four or six multiple pieces from the back to the scapula. But it somehow unlocked more questions that papyrus wanted to be more alert on.

How was there someone's voice behind him when he saw his cloaked brother walking to him in a slow trudge, not even saying a word or letting magic escape his hands or eye sockets. Better yet, why didn't his brother respond when Papyrus finally revealed his full weakness when half his vision was red? He didn't know you can see color mixed into your vision of wondrous sight, or was it only another thing that humans experience? Flying around wasn't through his bones anymore, but he was now just laying still and not feeling anything beneath him. However, he wasn't falling down nor did he go up into the 'stars.' Just before he could look around and cough up more blood, a voice channeled over his floating skeleton bod.

"....ild!....Ch..ild! Young ....an you ear me?!!" said a sweet feminine voice, just so close but not too much to startle him.

She sounded upset. Tearfully upset. Why did she sound so scared and drastic? Did something happen? Was she someone from Snowdin town and they found Papyrus's unconscious body just laying in the snow? Was it one of Sans' female friends who saw Papyrus and took pity of him? Why was she so upset? and scared? Did she accidentally witness him perform his new attack?!?

While feeling like he was afloat, Papyrus almost felt his soul drop right through his rib cage and down into the unknown pits underneath him and he couldn't move or do anything to retrieve it. By that, he reached down and felt the ringing stir louder that made Papyrus rank his arm back into its place with a small crack on the inside and felt the screaming agony pour from his non existent lungs. If he did have lungs, they would've been lost before Papyrus could figure out what was going on.

"My child!! Please, wa...up!! Please, can you hear me!" said the cries of the tearful voice.

Then came a shock, pouring through his skeletal body, blood inside his bones began to rush again and all the pain Papyrus felt before traveled to his skull, silencing his internal screams and a softening light came above him.

Papyrus's eyes shut almost immediately before a small gasp escaped him with yellow petal magic grasping his neck and all along the path where the blood dripped from the cracks under the bandage wrap. he could see a blurry orange pink environment of a room around him before a figure next to him lets out a small cry-gasp of air. His own cling to air resulted in stuttered pick-ups of air now starting to enter into his soul, letting his head clear the fog from that blackening place he floated around in.

"My child! Oh my goodness!" Yes! Yes there we go!" said the feminine voice, now much clearer than before, but just now taking Papyrus into a firm but softening grasp of a hold.

"...wh-wha...?"

"No no no no shhhhh, don't try to talk. Try to stay up for me, okay? My goodness, thank goodness." said the calm voice, holding Papyrus close.

Her touch felt cold at first but then it got warm extremely quick. Her motherly hand gently holding the place where she didn't wrap his skull. He wanted to strangle himself out of this and beg her for answers on where and how he got to live after such hit from the massive wall ending his flight from battle, but she silenced him before he could even make another peep other than coughing some wise. The other loving hand, and her arm also, carrying the mid to lower half of his body up close to her own figure with what felt like soft bed sheets, falling off and revealing his limp legs.