Darker.
Darker.
Yet, darker still.
The black faded in and out of a gray that kept you lulled into a deep sleep. A dull ache would occasionally sweep through your body, but you were able to ignore it after a short while. Eventually, the gray grew lighter and lighter until you felt yourself floating among strange symbols and lights.
"Are you awake?"
Despite nothing being near that could utter a noise, you felt the question was directed at you.
"Kalia, can you hear me?"
"I'm awake." Though you spoke the words, they were silent, and you remained lost in a limbo of abstract thought and white distortions.
"She's lost too much blood." Another voice said. You could put a name to it, but you weren't sure who the person was. "We need a transfusion."
"We should have taken her to the hospital." The first voice said angrily.
"Look around! You think this would have been good to have in a hospital full of humans? Especially after what happened to that church!"
"Please, do not fight." A third voice was calm and soothing, and you smiled at the sound.
Church...
What happened to the church? Were you there? You couldn't remember, but it felt very important to you.
Something happened that caused you a great amount of pain and you wanted to scream, the world of white around you quickly flashing red and purple like violent strobes. Then, it ceased entirely, and the waves of the two colors slowly began to dissipate.
"Damn it!"
"Please, calm yourself."
"This isn't a time to be calm! She's dying, Tori!"
"She is going to be alright, Sans."
The names rang in your head, and you wished you could see their faces. You wanted to know what these people looked like. Maybe they were doctors?
Were you sick?
Was your name Kalia?
It felt wrong. Your name was something different, wasn't it?
You felt helpless against your own mind, which stayed blank- perhaps out of spite. You tried blinking, to understand better the strange world you were in. Was this heaven? Maybe somewhere in between? You missed someone, but between the voices talking around you and the emptiness of the white that surrounded you, it was impossible to decide which of the strange voices you missed the most.
"I just want to go home." You whispered, hugging yourself tightly as you aimlessly floated.
But... Where is 'home'? You couldn't decide that either, and in your frustration you screamed loudly into the nothingness.
"What was that?"
You blinked and stopped cradling yourself to look up into the brightness.
"Do you think she...?"
"Hello?" You called out, hoping for an answer. "Can you hear me??"
"Maybe..."
"Let me out of here!" You cried, attempting to swim upward. Slowly, though barely, you started to move. "Somebody! Anybody! GET ME OUT OF HERE!"
"There it is again!"
"Kalia?" The voice was suddenly very loud, and new colors invaded the blank canvas of your inner thoughts. "Baby, it's time to wake up. Please, please wake up."
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The Hell He Created (SansXReader)
FanfictionMonsters have returned to the surface, but that barely concerns you. Your only focus is to work and stay in control. Don't feel, don't lose control. You've spent years perfecting this practice and you keep yourself cold to anyone who stands in the w...