Click.
The pill sessions have been upped from twice a week to daily.
Click.
The snapping sound of the colour cube fills the silence between Sans and Pap.
Click.
This empty need to feel something has been satisfied.
Briefly.
Click.
It's replaced with anger. With a fiery hatred. With a lust for the power only the vision can give him. With determination.
Click. Click.
That's the sound of white pills against chapped bone.
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Handplates - Pills -
FanfictionTwo white pills sit in front of Sans. They're white, whiter than his chapped bones, and they're round and smooth. Where did they come from? Certainly, he never saw the Doc making them, and they haven't been out on his desk... So, by all logic, they...
