under our skin (sans x reader)

healing

Yet again, you find yourself in darkness... At this point, it's beginning to get old quickly. You aren't sure what is happening, but at least you know you aren't dead.

You try to move or feel anything, but nothing comes of your attempts.

You don't know what to think of this dark space. As many times as you have been here - yet all of them were fleeting.

What are you talking about- This isn't a place. It's just the back of your eyelids.

No- of course, it's not - you would be able to feel your body... What a fool.

Hell, you would be conscious of the outside world, too. Feeling, sound, smell... you feel nothing. Even if this were a dream, you should have some sort of manifestation of yourself.

You grow irritated for a moment. You can't tell if this is the same as the other similar experiences. But you suppose

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You hear an echo...

Hear? No- you can't hear. It was as if the sound just entered your thoughts?

The strange unknown thought seemed to jumble in your mind, giving you a sense of fascination and surprise- along with shock and fear- but the sets of emotions separated from each other- the fear and shock stronger and more pronounced.

And then it all faded as you gained awareness of your body.

You groan as you blink awake, annoyance budding as you realize that you have no reason to be awake currently.

What the hell is the dark pocket dimension bullshit you keep entering?? As cool as it is to be a multidimensional being- you're dealing with waaay too much shit right now!

You sigh, sitting up. It's definitely not some science fiction thing - you have to figure out what's going on - and what the hell kind of intrusive thought is just an incomprehensible jabber? Did your brain malfunction???

Too much going on... You almost want to cry.

Sadly for you; you lost that ability years ago.

Years? Has it really been that long??

The thought brings up another headache.

You look around the room, noting a few books in the bookcase.

You decide that it might be best to distract yourself - or hopefully even learn a little bit about the situation down here.

With your decision made, you fold the blanket off yourself, taking the opportunity to examine... that your clothes have been changed. Now that you think of it... you pat your face, noting that it has a few scratches but is otherwise clean. Your next check is your hair, which you note is, indeed, absolutely disgusting, matted with who knows what, and tangled to hell.

You groan as you begin craving a nice shower, hating how your mess of hair sticks to your face, smudging and leaving residue.

Delightful...

On the other hand, you decide to look at the rest of your body, noting that it is relatively unharmed save for a few scratches- but what you really note- is the fact that both arms are fully functional... as if you didn't just break one.

Toriel's healing magic truly is incredible. If not for the scratches and your hair, nobody would have a clue that you just almost died.

You slide your feet off the bed, sitting on the edge, wiggling your toes to ensure that both legs function as intended as well. To your delight, you seemed in healthy condition! With your health cleared in your head, you stand, slowly, of course, just in case. All seems well then.