disbelief travels the multiverse somehow

part 8: dreams, new allies, and fights.

We immediately start this part off with Disbelief slowly waking up, and to say he felt like death would be an understatement

Disbelief: UGGGHH, GOD, THAT JUST HURTS ALOT

Classic sans enters the room along with distrust

Classic sans: hey you, you're finally awake

Distrust: DIDN'T WE ALRE-

Classic sans: so bro how do ya feel?

Disbelief: NOT TOO GOOD BROTHER, IT FEELS LIKE MY BACK AND SPINE ARE QUITE LITERALLY DESTROYED

Classic sans: yep, sounds about right

Disbelief: WHA?

Distrust: YOU'RE IN MAFIATALE, GETTING BETTER TREATMENT THAN YOU NORMALLY WOULD BACK AT HOME. WHILE INVERTED FATE PAPYRUS MAY BE SMART AND CAN BE A GOOD HEALER, HE DOESN'T KNOW HOW TO FIX THE INJURIES YOU GOT FROM DUST SANS AND ERRORSWAP PAPYRUS

Disbelief: WELL, THAT MAKES SENSE. HOW LONG AM I GOING TO BE HERE?

distrust: THAT'S THE BIG PROBLEM, WE DON'T KNOW, BUT THE DOCTOR SAID IT WAS GUARANTEED THAT YOU WOULD BE STAYING FOR A FEW WEEKS

Disbelief: OH NO!

Classic sans: Yeah, but he also said that you will be able to walk once your injuries have fully healed. You'll need a cane like swap papyrus for a while though, so there's that

Disbelief: B-BUT I HAVE TO BE BACK HOME! I CAN'T LET IT GET ATTACKED BY NIGHTMARE OR HIS ALLIES!

Classic sans: bro, you really shouldn't try to really do anything right now. Your back is basically constantly dusting. Not to mention your other injuries. You're honestly lucky to even be up right now

Disbelief: BUT-

Classic sans: N O. (Sighs) bro, you almost died twice now. in not even 3 days, you literally have to stay still and not do anything. I know that's not exactly how you are, but you don't have a choice here, or else you'll end up just hurting yourself more

Disbelief: I-I STILL FEEL LIKE I HAVE TO GET BACK HOME TO HELP

Classic sans: bro, we'll be alright. fatal error is staying there for awhile so we'll be fine with him around

Disbelief: OKAY BROTHER, IF YOU SAY SO

Classic sans: alright. Now get some rest, you'll heal faster with it

Disbelief: OKAY

Disbelief slowly pulls the blanket over himself and closes his eyes as Classic sans and distrust leave the room

Disbelief then, goes the fuck to sleep

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Disbelief wakes up to see the familiar black and white box room he was in

Aftertale sans: hey bro how are ya?

Disbelief: I. . . AM NOT DOING SO GOOD

aftertale sans: huh?

Disbelief: I MAY HAVE FOUGHT 2 PEOPLE IN NOT EVEN THREE DAYS, THAT LEFT ME NEAR DEATH BOTH TIMES

aftertale sans: oh crap! What happened then?

Disbelief: THE FIRST ONE WAS A DUST SANS AND THE OTHER WAS AN ERROR, MIXED WITH ANOTHER TYPE OF SANS

aftertale sans: oh god. . .

Disbelief: YES. OH AND DURING THE LAST FEW DAYS I MET A FUTURE VERSION OF YOU