You woke up in your bed in a cold sweat...three days later. You were shocked,scared and most of all very confused. You found yourself sobbing uncontrollably, your chest tightening and your breaths coming out labored.
You were so overwhelmed with emotion that you felt like throwing up,but after 3 whole days there was nothing left in yoir system to throw up. So your body dry heaved once,twice until you collapsed on the carpet,tears streaming down your face
Then you heard it,a small voice barely noticable.
"Your soul"
You sat up shakily and put your shaking hand in your chest. Slowly,asif not by your own hand,your soul was pulled out of your chest glowing a soft (f/c). You moved it closer to your face,feeling the warmth of the glow,when you noticed a mess of thin blue lines spanning across the heart shape in your palm.
You heard a soft growl from the voice as you trailed a finger across one of the lines. You pulled your soul closer, intending to put it back in your chest before something else caught your eye.
There,in the dead centre of your soul sat a small red heart,glowing, almost pulsing in the mas of (f/c).
You shook your head,more tears streaming down your face as you pushed your soul back into your chest.
You lay there feeling...nothing. You weren't hungry,you weren't tired,you didnt even feel the need to let you friends know you were okay.
Did they even notice? That you were gone for 3 whole days? Probably not seeing as you were all alone,in the same clothes you were in when you were with Sans.
Your soul ached at the thought of Sans,and tugged softly,only for the voice to growl again,a bit louder.
You burried your face in your hands. He didn't care,Undyne didn't care,no one cared. For three whole days no one even bothered checking on you.
You felt....alone
Betrayed
Disappointed.
"I'm here"
The voice was louder now. It felt asif it was right next to you,but you couldn't bring yourself to turn and look.
The voice kept whispering,talking fast and ordering you to move,to go somewhere to find something. But you couldn't. Sadnes enveloped your being as you curled in on yourself sobbing softly.
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Sans was, for lack of a better word,absolutely miserable. Undyne had called him,saying that you weren't answering your door,or your phone. She later discovered that your phone was in her back seat with a low battery,but that didn't explain why you didn't answer your door.
The landlord of the apartment building told Undyne that you weren't home. She said that a friend of yours came to her telling her that you were out to see family,and that you wont be back for some time.
Undyne said that it was impossible l,because your family lived in a completely different state across the country,and that you wouldn't leave alone let alone without telling her.
She couldnt get into your apartment, because security was strict,ansld wouldnt let her pass no.matter how many times she threatened them.
Sans could tell that you were close,but he could also tell that you were sad. Very sad. And definitely not alone.
Thats what led him to your apartment building. Where he was just in time to see you leave,in nothing but a pair of short pajamas and a backpack.
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This was the place you were told to go.
You stood in front of a pair of boarded up broken glass doors,the words 'Miss Melody's ballet school' were written in faded pink leters at the top of the door,the name bringing back a strong feeling of...something.
Without hesitating,you pulled a tomahawk out of your backpack and braced yourself on your scuffed up feet and swung the axe with everything you had,breaking the boards with only a few good swings.
You stepped inside,failing to avoid the glass littered on the floor. The sharp shardes dug deep into your feet,but it was asif your body was moving on its own,not even stopping to pull the glass out.
You made your way down the pale pink and blue hallway,looking at all the old recycle flyers and ballet posters lining the walls.
You stopped in front of a lilac door,a soft melody coming from the inside. You slowly pulled the door open,dropping both your backpack and the axe on the floor.
With hot tears streaming down your face,you moved over to the corner closet,pulling out a pair of frayed ballet shoes.
You slowly pulled them onto your bloody feet,your body definitely not obeying you at all.
You whimpered as you stood up on your toes,the melody seeming to get louder and louder as you started swiftly moving,dancing in a rehearsed pattern,leaving a trail of blood in your wake.
It was perfect,every step was flawless,every movement skilled and with purpose. But you felt faint. Your skin was burning cold,your feet were seering in pain and you had trouble catching your breath.
Then it all stopped. The music,the movements and seemingly also the hold whatever had on your body,as a slow clapping moved towards you in the darkness.
You wobbled on your sore feet,fighting to stay upright as a familiar grin emerged from the darkness
"I thought you said you couldn't dance tiny"
