Unrequited LOVE

•Chapter 29•

WARNING: This chapter contains suicidal thoughts, extreme pain, and death. Be afraid - be very afraid.

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Gaster was behaving... strangely. He was far more attentive than before and constantly watched you. The stupid prick was worried you'd die before he could perform a living autopsy, moat likely.

And yet, your animosity towards him stayed the same. At least he wasn't experimenting on you any longer.

But the relief was short-lived, especially when it happened.

The first time you felt it (anyone getting deja vu?), you dismissed it as nothing. Chest pain was becoming increasingly normal for you, after all.

And so, when the pain increased in both frequency and sharpness, you relayed the information to Gaster. Said skeleton had demanded to see your SOUL, and what he saw wasn't good.

The cracks had increased in number and size. At this point, your SOUL looked more like a shattered-then-fixed vase than a SOUL.

It was... concerning. Scratch that - it was wholly terrifying, knowing you would die if this kept up.

The knowledge that you could very well die before escaping left a very, very sour taste in your mouth.

You needed to find a way out of here.

***

Gaster knew you were dying. It was clear as day, really; the bags under your eyes, how lethargic and... sad you'd become, and even the way you talked.

And there was nothing he could do.

Not that he cared, but you were a one-in-a-lifetime subject. He couldn't afford loosing you to something as trivial (or is it...?) as a cracked SOUL.

For now, the best he could do was maintain your general health and wait. Whether you lived or not was a matter dictated by you, it seemed, and your SOUL's DETERMINATION.

...Perhaps he should have waited longer before injecting you with artificial DT.

It was too late now, however, and Gaster knew he would have to live with the consequences.

***

You lay in the cot, covered by a soft blanket. Ever since telling Gaster about your chest pains, he put you on bedrest.

...It was boring as hell. All you did was stare at various things in the lab, sleep, and question your life choices.

The pain was worse, like someone was stabbing your chest with a red-hot knife. Sleep became a far-fetched dream, even as you lay in the cot, panting with exhaustion.

At this point, I'll do anything to make it stop.

It was true, to an extent. Pain made you nearly delirious with the desire to end it all, but Gaster made sure there was nothing that could end this living hell of a life.

He was just too smart.

Until one day, the pain became so unbearable that you screamed and screamed, writhing weakly against the restraints Gaster put you in.

It hurts.

Another cry left your bloodied lips.

Make it stop.

You jerked violently, the cot rattled.

Please.

"-eep still-!"

Comprehension was a myth. Life simply wasn't worth it anymore.

"go to sleep, kiddo."

You knew that voice.

"Sans!"

"it's alright. i'm here."

Your body was engulfed in warmth. The pain seemed to melt away.

"come on, the others are waiting."

Stars, yes. You thought of the others; sweet, gentle Blueberry... rough, flirtatious Red... carefree, creative Ink... kind, selfless Dream... and all the others.

The though of leaving them behind stung, but you couldn't bring yourself to regret it.

"let's go home, kid." Sans' voice echoed in your ears.

For once, you want to be selfish.

***

Well damn. That was deep... and heavy... and just about everything between.

For those who either chose not to read it/didn't have a clue what just happened: The reader's SOUL is cracking, which ultimately leads to death. Gaster (the sociopathic bastard) tries to reverse the effects, but there is little he can do. With Sans' encouragement (?), she goes to sleep. Forever (or is it...).