2 Skeleton Bros Plus a Skeleton Sis (Handplates)

Chapter 11: Over Mine

~~~~~~~Your POV~~~~~~~

Gaster had taken us back to our cell. The whole walk there I was resisting the urge to scream and cry out in pain. Seeing Gaster hold the cause of all that pain in a firm grip finally made me realize something.

I am utterly useless.

I have no power.

I can't help us get out of here. At least not with that handplate. I need to get rid of it. But how? And wouldn't something like that hurt? How can I get rid of that terrible hand? I guess I can keep those questions for when we get out of here.

Once we got back to our cell, I watched as Gaster left with my broken hand. Once He was out of hearing range I let a few tears slip as I hiss at the pain I was still in. My brothers tried to comfort me, which suprisingly worked. As they hugged me all I could do was stare blankly at the ground outside of the cell. And the entire time he was fixing the hand that he broke, all I could think is "why?"

Why did my brothers and I have to be here? Why does he treat us this way? Why did he make us? Why does our life have to be here? Was this normal? Did everyone get treated like this? But that doesn't feel right.

Now I sit against the wall with my brothers. I have my hand back but it is wrapped in bandages and kept in the right position with a splint.

I am still gazing at the ground, my eyes dull. I memorized that ground, imprinted it in my mind. I engraved it in my mind. I won't ever forget this flooring. I won't ever forget this dull pain in my hand. I will remember this for as long as I live.

The sound of S-1's voice hand knocked me out of my trance. "So still think he has good in him?" That's not a good thing to say to us. And I know that's true when I hear P-2's begin to sob. Those sobs made me realize that I had even shed a few tears do to S-1's words.

S-1 almost immediately begins to apologize saying "oh jeez, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it. Maybe you're right, alright? C'mon it's alright, don't cry."

I try my best to console P-2 placing my non-broken hand on his shoulder and move it down to his back to rub soft comforting circles. "We'll be ok. We'll get out of here. It's ok." I repeat a few times.

I hate seeing them like this. S-1 completely devoid of hope. P-2 so afraid and upset. And I? I don't even know what to feel. I'm crying so I guess I'm sad? Or maybe I'm angry? Maybe I'm mad that my hand can be in pain even when it's nowhere near me. Maybe I'm sad that my brothers have to experience such pain. Maybe I don't feel anything and these tears are just a trick.

I don't know anymore.

"I-I'm so scared, brother, sister. I'm scared all the time-" he gets cut off by his own sobs before continuing "-and it's so hard- it's so hard to keep believing, but it's all I've got, and...."

"I know- I know. I'm sorry" S-1 says just trying to make P-2 feel better.

I hate this. I wish I could stop this. For both of them. They are both so miserable.

I want all of them to be happy. Including Gaster. I've looked into his eyes. I know he feels things. I know what he thinks. But if Gaster can't be happy then I at least want my brothers to be happy.

Just let them be happy. Their happiness is over Gaster's. And their happiness is over mine.

~~~~~~~End~~~~~~~