Chapter 8: Cold Tea

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You wake up, again surrounded by darkness but this time you aren't cold. Looking around you come to a conclusion you are in some room but it's not you room that's for sure.   You are struck with a throbbing sensation, causing you to reach up and touch what seems to be a wrapping of bandage around your head. You were taken care of, you remember the warm feeling of blood trickling down your forehead, then hearing Sans voice.

"Sans.."

You say under your breathe, you are shocked to hear how coursed your voice sounds. It's dark out, or it may just be super dark in this room. You couldn't tell.

You stare at the doorway from the bed and see the light peeking through.

"Goodnight kids, sleep tight."

The voice echoes in your mind. It hurts, all at once you remember the horrid dream of the past you just woke up from. Watching your parents burn right in front of you. Tears welling up in your eyes, your throat tightens making it hard to breathe. You grasp your head, the throbbing is growing intense, despite all of it. You don't make a sound. You watch as the tears fall onto the blanket on your lap leaving dark circles in the fabric. It hurts so much, yet you contain it all.

Soon, you run dry of tears and start to feel numb to everything and anything. You lean against the wall that he bed was pushed up against, feeling the cold surface against you heated skin. It stings. It hours before the sun starts to peak through a window you never noticed. Its still early,during all that time you were trying desperately grasping onto reality. Your eyes were puffy and your cheeks stained with dry tears of the terrible night. You sat up properly, taking in a deep breathe then letting it all out.

You turn your head when you hear the door open.

"Hey pal.."

It's Sans.

"Sans.. What happened? Where am I?"

Sans rubs the back of his neck looking down.

"Well you are in my room, in my house, well me and Papyrus's house that is."

"Last night, what happened..."

Your voice grows a bit weak, it sounds so hoarse. Sans looks up at you.

"That dirty.... what he was doing wasn't right.. He shouldn't have done that to you. I'm sorry _____, Im sorry that happened to you."

His voice was soft, shaken but comforting.

"Ha, yeah. I sure know how to pick em right?"

You laugh shamefully.

"Ow..."

Sans eyes shoot looking at where your pain was.

"It hurts doesn't it?"

"A little, but I'll survive."

There was a kink in your neck, it was becoming sore. You cracked your neck along with the kinks in your back sending a small sensation of relief through out your sore body. Looking over back at Sans you notice a small blue tint on his face.

"A-ahem. I'll go make you some tea, just stay put okay? Try to keep it down though, Papyrus is still asleep."

You nod and watch as he leaves through the door. Blue tint huh..

The door opens back open again after a few minutes, and there is Sans with a tea cup, he walks over to the bed closing the door behind him and handing you the cup.

"Here you go."

grasping the cup between your hands, you notice it is oddly cold. You look up at Sans, who is visible with the limited light given looking at you.

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