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Prey

Sans sits in the dark cell, hunched over his arm. The glow from the cell door is enough for him to see by, and he examines his forearm. Several fractures lines criss-cross the larger of the two bones, and the smaller one is snapped completely. He tilts his arm closer to the light, wincing as the movement jars the break.

It looks serious, and he estimates the pain would be enough to make another skeleton pass out, but somehow the repeated visions have been affecting his health point level. Not raising, it, oh no, but making it tougher, strengthening it. Gaster's hypothesis is that repeated exposure to the future can raise the durability of your health, but Sans thinks it's just the affects of repeated agony. Pain is gain, right?

The fractures suggest Gaster used large amount of force - no kidding, Sans thinks - but the doc did have to put all his weight behind it. He isn't strong enough to break it normally, it seems. Furthermore, Sans knows many more effective, easier ways to break someone's arm. Ones that Sans now knows Gaster isn't aware of. The mission was a success - Gaster proved that he doesn't have any experience in battle. 

Sans chuckles. Dr. Gaster was awake, as planned, and was close enough to hear Sans throwing the coffee cup to the ground. The doc's anger made him blind to the suspicious fact that Sans was sitting and waiting for the Doc, in full view, having made no attempt to hide. And, Sans congratulates himself, his acting was superb. It was almost as if he really was scared. The doc didn't notice a thing. 

To be fair, he expected Gaster to punish 2-P instead, leaving Sans happy and unscarred, but a few broken bones could easily be fixed, he reasons. Besides, what was the point of a plan if it didn't involve pain?

Sans clenches his fist, gritting his teeth through the hot, sharp pain coursing up his shattered arm. In the light of the cell, his snarl looks like a smile. He knows the old fool will reset his bones in the morning. So in the meantime, he grins at the wall, and thinks of the Doc's glorious demise. 

***

Meanwhile, Gaster won't find anything touched on his computer. Everything will be clean and unread, and the browser will show no signs of searches. He will think it's strange, but assume that Sans hadn't had time to look before he came in. 

That's because Sans' had read anything worth reading on it more than two weeks ago. 

Oh, how the hunter becomes the hunted.