Underfell / Underswap: Severed Bonds

A Familiar Face...

WARNINGS: Bad memories

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Underfell Sans P.O.V
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I have to get away! What did that guy want with me? What did he do to me? Questions kept flooding my thoughts as I ran through the strangely different snow-covered land. Although without paying much notice to the surrounding area I kept running deeper through the woods, each tree I passed urged me to go forward remembering the figure that lurked behind me, hidden in the shadows with unclear intent...

Just as I reached the beginning of the darkest part of the woods I felt a familiar yet horrifying magic grab my soul and drag me away, I could do nothing but watch as the forest ahead of me got further and further away slipping into the darkness that smothered the surrounding of trees. I shut my eyes tight as I was forced to face the strange skeleton that strikingly resembled my older brother.

"W-who a-are you?" I asked in panic as I tried to get free from the magic that grasped my very soul. The other monster sighed to himself and he slightly released his grip on me but still not releasing me from his restraint. The taller skeleton looked straight at me with an unreadable expression as if he were thinking about something important and a feeling of fear overwhelmed me as the empty silence continued.

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Underswap Papyrus P.O.V
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"If I release my grip he'll surely run, what should I do?" I thought worryingly to myself. I lifted Sans a little higher to see his reaction and sure enough I predicted correct, his breathing became shallow and rapid, his eyes filled with pure terror as he trembled at the very sight of me. "Poor dude, what has this guy been through?" I reflected while observing him carefully with an unnoticeable look of worry and concern, the small being shaking intensely trying desperately to escape my firm grasp.

Without saying another word I headed hastily towards me and my brothers house once again with slight regret as shrieks of terror filled the air coming from the skeleton trapped within my magic...

I strolled casually into the house and gently sat the small Sans onto a sturdy wooden chair in the kitchen, bright lights illumined the white room as a scent of food flooded the air. Sans looked at me paralysed in terror, I sighed and examined the condition he was in, he seemed to have opened a few wounds as I spotted fresh blood pouring from a previous injury on his right arm.

Whoever this 'Boss' was I was sure that he treated this poor little skeleton inhumanely and with complete disrespect, I shivered as I remembered the collar the little guy was wearing a while ago, the scars that lay beneath the worn out piece of leather. He quivered just at hearing my voice which would definitely make things more difficult, not to mention the fact that he flinched at almost every movement.

I sat opposite him and gazed around the room attempting not to make too much eye contact in case it freaked him out.

"W-what d-do y-you want f-from m-me?" Sans asked in fright as he tensed up slightly expecting some sort of intense reaction from me.

"I don't want anything from you, I just found you injured..." I explained probably sounding completely suspicious and nervous.

"I'm not going to hurt you, okay?" I told Sans in an attempt to reassure him, although nothing seemed to work and he didn't calm down in the slightest, as he continued to shiver I noticed that his wounds were still active.

I knew that I would have to heal the little guy eventually, but by the looks of it he probably wasn't going to let me near him, so trying to break away from the tension and awkwardness of the situation I asked the smaller skeleton a question. "Are you hungry?" I questioned lazily as I peered non-aggressively into the other's eyes, even though he was avoiding my gaze completely. I sighed to myself and got up from the table and went to the fridge. Of course it was a stupid question to ask, the poor guy looked half-starved to death, although for someone that fatigued he sure could run. I shrugged unknowingly and grabbed a couple tacos from the fridge. My brother would always make tacos and sure enough there were leftovers, they didn't taste bad he just made so many... I put them in the microwave for a few seconds and practically slid them across the table to the other Sans. He looked scared and confused. He glanced upward hesitantly into my eyes without saying anything, I was also very confused as to why he wasn't eating, although secretly I knew why...