Underfell / Underswap: Severed Bonds

Fearful

Hi Guys! I feel bad for not updating in a while so yeah, sorry about that   -.-  (Ill try to update regularly) so anyways I hope you enjoy this chapter, It kinda sucks cos you know... explanations and stuff I guess..

Thanks for reading :3 

WARNINGS: Mild swearing (<<<< Thats it)

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Underfell Sans P.O.V

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It all seemed so long ago... But now faced once again with what had caused so much pain and suffering the memories are flooding back... My eyes shoot open in absolute terror as I lift my arms slightly upwards in an unnoticeable act of defence as I had done once before with Boss, tears pricked at the ends of my eye sockets threatening to fall out of sheer horror and fear. "This can't happen again.. It can't... i-it.. It... c-c... Can..." I thought to myself in misery lowering my arms back and pressing them firmly into my side, losing hope that I will ever be free of this torture... Still in fear I began trembling losing what little confidence I had left, New Boss didn't seem that bad, although I still don't trust him completely as you had to be cautions of someone if they were nice, it usually means that they wanted something from you, or that they were in heat...

I didn't dare look up not wanting to know the expression of the other before me, hanging my head low I hesitantly took a step forward still shaking and staring fearfully at the floor below me as my breathing became shallow and fast, I tried to make as little noise as possible not wanting to know what New Boss was like when he was angry... And even though I was pretty much across the room from the skeleton that strikingly resembled my older brother it felt as if he were inches away from my body, peering into the very recess of my soul, waiting for commands to be followed that put me through literal hell and back physically and emotionally, scars of pain and torture filled my mind. I almost crumbled to the floor in defeat but knowing that in doing so would give me a harsher punishment I refrained from the act with what little willpower I had inside me. I just couldn't bring myself to take another step, thoughts of terror and fear embedded in my mind, I completely froze feeling that same familiar magic take hold of my soul once again...

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Underswap Papyrus P.O.V

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My heart sunk as I observed the little guy in front of me freeze up in terror, he was still quite the while away from me too, "Why is he so afraid" I asked myself in concern and anger for whoever had made him this way, I obviously made a terrible first impression. I suck at comforting people, knowing full well this was true as I had tried many times before to comfort others but without success, the only time i've ever successfully succeeded in comforting someone was my little brother, the bright happy being that was just about my only motive to continue living...

The other Sans trembled from across the other side of the room, looking as if he were about to fall over. I felt awful, I know i've made some bad mistakes before but I can't help but feel somewhat responsible for him acting this way, I sighed to myself sadly as the skeleton opposite me hung his head downward and stared at the floor his eyes almost half shut in worry, and his arms held tightly to the side of his body as the scent of fear lingered in the air originating from the skeleton ahead of me. I know it was pretty much torture to force him to walk to me in this state as imagine it would pretty much be as if you were approaching the figure that haunted your very dreams, allowing no proper rest until you were so afraid that you could barely sleep at night...

knowing full well that he probably wasn't going to move any further I activated my orange-tinted magic and used it on the terrified Sans, I lifted him carefully hoping he wouldn't freak out that much, but as usual I was wrong... Rapid breathing filled the air along with whimpers of panic as I slowly dragged him closer towards me making sure that he wasn't too far off the ground just incase it made him more scared. Once again regret stinged at my heart as I placed the small figure onto the couch just as I had done before with the dining room chairs. Obviously terrified he cowered and backed up against the armrest holding his fractured arms across his chest in what I assume was an act of defence as I released the dimmed soul from my grasp, He stared fearfully into my eyes unblinking with light breaths, I stared back in concern all the while trying to look less frightening , although i'm sure being the height that he was i'm sure anything would have looked intimidating. Trying to ease the tension that filled the room I sighed as began to speak.