The Day After The End (OLD)

12: Nightmare

A/N: A little warning. I'm not going to lie this gets dark. You may proceed at your own discretion.)

Sans' Nightmare: Judgement Hall

The bright light blinded him at first, Sans looked around as he finally came familiar with his surroundings. The eight towering pillars, seven yellow tinted triangular shaped glass widows with arching sides on the left, yellow and orange checkerboard titled flooring. Sans recognized it all too well. He was next to a glimmering save point at the where Frisk would come into or spawn into the hall.

But, distracted by something new he paused to stare at it. Glowing ember shades of orange light were reflecting off of a puddle of red at the far end of the hall. He put his hands in the large pockets of his hoodie as he smiled blankly not having seen this before he did the rational thing.

"NOPE! I'mma just gonna nope the out of that one." Sans spun in the other direction on his heel, "No, thanks. Not dealin' with whatever fresh hell that is."

He didn't seen it at first, but the moment he spun around to a halt, he saw it. The door that was supposed to be right behind the safe point was gone; completely gone, leaving solid wall where it once was. He couldn't leave.

"Mmhmka..." He dragged out his voice in discontent, "The door...Where's the door?"

"Lemme out." He knocked on the door, and waited, "Noooo?"

"UH EXIT."

"OPEN SEASME?"  Sans tried, but got no result.

"Eh...worth a shot." He admitted.

"Mus' be 'round here somewhere..." He ran his fingers along the rectangular space where the exit used to reside. Sans felt nothing, but smooth paint.

He reached his hands up, bent his elbows, and pressed his hands flat against the wall and pushed, but it didn't give, no yielding of the door, it was just a painted wall, solid as any other.

Having no other choice he went searching for the other door at the end of the hall, but felt something odd, he felt as if he was bringing watched. As if someone's glare was drilling into him, and in an attempt to lift the uneasy feeling he called out,

"Hey, bud. I like pranks as much as the next guy. But c'mon, takin' the door and goin' through all this effort of patchin' it up?"   

No answer. He didn't really expect an answer, he just had hopes that their was a reason for that feeling. He shook his head as if to clear it like an etch sketch.  Nothing in the judgement hall seemed out of place or weird before, but he was pretty darn sure that there was a door right there, and now it's just vanished.

Finally he reached the glistening red blot on the floor. He knelt down on one knee to get a better look. It looked uncooked bacon, that was glazed in watery ketchup. Sans picked it up between his index and thumb. Realization hit him like a truck, it was human, invoking a strong sense of disgust, he shook it off his fingers, which hit the floor which was companied by the sharp slapping sound of wet meat. Then a ruby colored drop of blood fell onto his face from above, than another, and another. The drops began to slow, but then picked up speed, like the light shower of rain violently shifting into a down poor.

Sans disturbed by the wet down poor looked up slowly to see a bloody mangled version of Frisk. Bone attacks pinned her to the ceiling by her hands, legs, and finally her torso. Her eyes and teeth were missing. Blood flowed from her eyes, nose, mouth, and just about every orifice of her upper body. Frisk's body was covered in a thick coating of the maroon liquid. His eye sockets became two empty voids. He felt like he was going to puke again, but from more anger than disgust.To say this rattled him was an understatement, his body was overwhelmed by terror looking up at the gruesome sight. Fractured breaths escaped from his mouth, he didn't want to believe it.