Broken Souls

II

Here we go

Sans hummed to himself, almost skipping as he left town. He was in a strangely jovial mood today. He hadn't even felt like teleporting to his station, instead choosing to walk.

Upon reaching his sentry station, he noticed that a large tree had fallen, barely missing the small shack.

Must've been that storm last night. It was really loud, He thought to himself.

He walked around the station and stopped in his tracks. Someone was stuck under the tree. Immediately, he ran forward to get a closer look. His stomach dropped.

"P....Papyrus?" His voice wavered.

No, that wasn't right, Papyrus had gone to Undyne's house for training. ...right? Still, though, Papyrus or not, this person needed help. Sans was quickly able to tell that there was no way this person was getting out from under the tree if it wasn't lifted. He took a deep breath. He hadn't used his powers in awhile, but he didn't see what else he could do. He stretched his hand out and the tree was surrounded by a blue aura. It lifted a miniscule amount. Sans kept trying, and he was finally able to hold the tree up about a foot over the other skeleton. Quickly, he pulled them out from under the tree. He let go of the tree, and it fell back to the ground with a crash.

Sans looked at the damaged monster on the ground. He breathed in sharply and covered his mouth with his hand. They were missing half of their arm, their ribs appeared to be completely desecrated, and their spine was almost snapped. Numerus scars and cuts dotted their bones, and bone marrow was already staining the snow around them. On top of that, there were icicles hanging from their face, snow all over them, and frost clinging to their eye sockets and to their clothes, which were also in a shocking state of disrepair.

Sans picked up the wounded monster, draping their non-broken (yet still in a terrible shape) arm over his shoulder. The shorter skeleton prepared to use one of his "shortcuts". Appearing back in his house in a matter of seconds, he dragged the skeleton over to the couch and set them down.

First things first, he needed to make sure they were stable. He checked them.

Papyrus: 1 atk, 1 def.
Hp: 0.0001/1
*Almost beyond repair. Almost.

Sans was confused. Wait... Papyrus? That's not Papyrus... Who is this? How is he not dead...? That hp amount isn't supposed to be possible... unless... He shook his head. Questions later. I need to help him.

He ran up to Papyrus's room and opened the closet. He pulled a pair of baggy black sweatpants and red sweater out of it, not bothering to pick up the other clothes that had fallen off the shelf in the process. He dashed back downstairs. Taking a deep breath, he pulled this monster's shirt and jacket off. He almost gagged. His upper body was stained red with bone marrow, and he was missing more than a half of his rib cage. What was left of it was riddled with cuts, fractures, and old scars. The skeleton was shivering violently, but Sans had to focus on cleaning him up first. He couldn't help if he couldn't even see what was wrong.

He hurried into the kitchen and grabbed a few wash cloths, using his magic to float one up to the tall sink and dampen it.

Sprinting back out to the couch, he began to clean the marrow and caked dust off of this skeleton as gently as he could. The skeleton whimpered in his sleep a few times, and every time he did, Sans flinched, apologizing over and over in his head.

As he kept going, Sans could see that he would have to heal this monster very soon. He wouldn't last much longer. He summoned his magic and placed his hands on the mangled skeleton's spine, as there wasn't really much of a rib cage to speak of. He let the green energy flow from himself into this other monster. Some cuts scarred over, while others didn't change at all. Sans sighed. He'd never been very good at healing.