I'm Not Normal! (Undertale)

Chapter Fourteen: Barrier

I look around the golden room, I see Sans stood there, his eye flaming yellow. He's looking at a silhouette, that I can clearly see is holding a knife. I run to the fight, but it isn't coming any closer to me. I try teleporting to Sans, but it still doesn't work. I see the figure approach Sans closer, but Sans isn't moving. Is he asleep? I finally break free from the invisible barrier that held me in and sprint towards Sans and the figure. I see Sans in every detail, the shadow still not being revealed. All I see is a glistening silver object slice infront of my body, I instinctively step back, but look at where it probably originally aimed - Sans. He groans in pain, I try and comfort him, but he starts to turn to dust. The sound of it seeming as if it was cracking.

'When I heard that sound
When the walls came down
I was thinking about you
About you
When my skin grows old
When my breath runs cold
I'll be thinking about you
About you'

I think about what I just experienced. And how close the knife was to injuring me. Watching Sans disappear from my arms.

'Seconds from my heart
A bullet from the dark
Helpless, I surrender
Shackled by your love
Holding me like this
With poison on your lips
Only when it's over
The silence hits so hard'

It never occurred to me how quiet it was when Sans isnt around. I've been so used to hearing his puns. Of course, it would shortly be followed by a bit of Papyrus shouting at him to stop.

'When I heard that sound
When the walls came down
I was thinking about you
About you
When my skin grows old
When my breath runs cold
I'll be thinking about you
About you'

My body feels as if it is too weak to keep itself up, the air suddenly becomes too cold to inhale, as if I was breathing in sharp icicles.

'When I run out of air to breathe
It's your ghost I see
I'll be thinking about you, about you'

I look at the silhouette, a bright white smile emerges. Is that what they think this is? A game? A stupid game.

'We bleed ourselves in vain
How tragic is this game?
Turn around, I'm holding on to someone
But the love is gone
Carrying the load, with wings that feel like stone
Knowing that we nearly fell so far now
It's hard to tell'

I look back at Sans - well, what was Sans - what is now a pile of dust, jacket and slippers. I felt as if my world was falling apart, without Sans. Who would I speak to about subjects too touchy for Dad or Papyrus? because I can't face to see the murderer who killed my brother in front of me.

'When I run out of air to breathe
It's your ghost I see
I'll be thinking about you, about you'

I think about what death might look like, and if I die now, I get to see Sans again.

'While I reached out for your hand
When the walls were caving in
When I see you on the other side
We can try all over again

When I heard that sound
When the walls came down
I was thinking about you
About you
When my skin grows old
When my breath runs cold
I'll be thinking about you
About you

When I run out of air to breathe
It's your ghost I see
I'll be thinking about you, about you'
(Rag n' Bone Man - Skin)

I wake up on my floor, on the other side of my room to my bed, which is weird. This has never happened before - and to be honest, I don't want it happening again. My head is weirdly raised above any other part of my body. I turn my head to investigate - Sans is holding it from underneath, as if he is cradling my head, or protecting it from hitting any hard surfaces. He looks relieved but also emotionless.