Escape

Chapter 1: Trapped

Sans lay silently on his back, on a slab of metal, unconscious. His mind however, was restless, and after a minute or so, his face hardened and opened an eye.

"Mfffff. . . . . What happened last night? . . . And why is my back so stiff? . ."

Groggy, disoriented, and queazy, Sans attempted to turn into his side, only to fall face first onto a cold, hard floor. "Ow!!" Now fully awake, Sans shook his head and sat up, rubbing the sore spot on his skull with a jointed hand. After several minutes, his white eyelids slid open, his black eyes glaring at something pricked into the back of his hand. To his surprise, it seemed like some sort of dart. That would certainly explain the feeling he was currently experiencing. Furrowing his brows, he yanked the dart out of his hand. With that out of the way, he turned his attention to surveying his surroundings.

Beyond where he was sitting, was a gigantic metal grey room, filled with tubes brimming with a warm, orange-colored liquid. In between all that were several desks cluttered with papers. A small distance from the desks was a small tray filled with tools that Sans couldn't really make out.

Shaking the dizziness from his head once more, he stood up, trying hard not to let the nauseating feeling keep him from getting on his feet. He wobbled slightly but kept his balance. Then, taking a deep breath and slipping his hands into his coat's pockets, started walking forward. . .that is, until he smacked an invisible wall, causing a very surprised and annoyed Sans to tumble onto his back. Standing up again, he placed a hand on the invisible wall. As it turned out, it wasn't invisible at all. It was, in fact, a glass wall.

"What the heck?"

It was then that Sans noticed something wrong with his reflection. In all other aspects, he looked normal, with the exception something grey snapped onto his neck. Pulling his jacket collar down a bit exposed a metal collar bolted around his throat with a little tag dangling down. Gripping the tag, he pulled it around to where he could see what was written on it.

"Subject number: 8375? What's that supposed to- wait a sec."

He turned his gaze back to where he had awoken. To his great shock, there was a slab of metal that he could only assume was a bed in this empty cage-like room. There were two bowls, a water and food dish like animals have, which the short skelly found mildly insulting.

"Is this. . .a. . .laboratory?"

As if to answer his question, a buzz was heard and a door at the far end opened. Turning his head towards the noise he watched two odd creatures that he had never seen before stride into the room. They seemed like snakes, with their arching necks and long fangs, but the fact that they had six appendages didn't make them snakes. But as far as Sans could tell, they were definitely reptilian. But both of them wore white lab jackets. Sans face fell. "Sometimes I hate being right. . ," he muttered.

To make matters worse, no matter how hard he tried, he just wasn't able to hear anything outside this cramped prison he was in. So he slammed a fist angrily on the glass and shouted at the top of his lungs, (well, you know what I mean.) trying to get the two reptiles' attention.

"Hey!! You!! Lemmie outta here!!"

Hearing the banging, The snake things looked up from their papers and at Sans. To them at least, Sans seemed to be speaking to them, but they couldn't hear a word he was saying.

"Hideous I tell you," one said to the other. "Truly hideous."

"At least it's up and about," the other said. "That way we don't have to go in there with it. That thing looks a little. . .violent. . ."

Sans stared at the reptiles. It had become obvious to him that either they couldn't hear him in here or they didn't care. But dwelling on that thought, it was then he lost his temper.