Chapter Three

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A/n hey guys sorry last chapter was all messed up wattpad keeps screwing with me. See I'm on vacation and the internet sucks so its harder to get these chapters out. I woke up this morning its 4:37am by the way. So a recap of what's happening since last chapter wasn't very clear due to wattpad being mean.

Sam was killed by horror Sans while he made his famous Head dog  out of her probably to feed papyrus. When she woke she was in the original timeline. Sans somehow knew her and tried to wake her up. When she woke she was terrified because she thought Sans meant her harm due to him looking pretty much exactly like the Sans that just killed her. Our poor confused heroin has a lot ahead of her wish her luck!

     Sans told me I wasn't going back. I was so confused and I felt sick. I was scared and my head pounded I wanted so badly to just go to sleep and not wake up. Sans kept holding me I didn't like it I wanted to be let go. Why was I alive? Was that a nightmare? How did he know my name? What the heck is going on!?

     I hear the door click open and my head jerks towards the noise. Toriel. I scream and thrash around. He's gonna let her kill me. Her hideous laughter screams its raspy tune into my head. I thrash and fight sans is saying something they both are but I can't hear them I'm not listening. Get away get away get away my mind repeats over and over again but they both hold me there.
"My child please calm down!"
Toriels voice is calm and smooth but desperate I feel my soul be wrapped in the soothing blanket Sans likes to use on me and I can't help but relax. My eyes stare into his,his left eye ignited by a blue flame that captures me and refuses to release me. It crackles like a campfire comforting me.
"She's a friend Sam nobody here is going to hurt you."
I just feel myself nod but I don't want to I don't believe it. Sans slowly loosens his arms around me but he doesn't let go he pulls me into his lap I sigh leaning into him. Toriel slowly  lowers herself down to sit on the bed looking at me as if I'm a frightened animal.
"Sans what happened to them?"
She asks never looking away from my eyes. Sorrow collected in her own I can't look away from them.
"She isn't the Sam i know Tori but she needs us. My Sam is in idaho."
Toriels eyes flicker to Sans's and stay there much to my relief.
"What on earth are you talking about?"
Sans chuckles and I feel his face burry into my hair causing me to shiver.
"Its hard to explain it has to do with timelines and resets and well its just a messy business, but this Sam is from a very scary timeline where we are all killers and I look like this."
He shows her my drawing and Toriel gasps covering her mouth she looks at me. I'm still confused about the timelines Sans was talking about.
"My child are you hurt? Injured in any way?"
She sounds mortified.
I self consciously try to cover myself up more from the multiple wounds stretched around my body. Some of them are still trying to bleed. My ribs are sore and they ache. My head is split open in the back my hair matted with blood. Multiple bruises covering my body.
"N-n-no i-i'm fine."
I stutter out but Sans intervenes.
"She's got a cut on her head that's at least four inches deep defiantly a broken rib and multiple cuts, deep bite marks, and bruises that cover her body under her clothes.
I shiver and shake in fear afraid of what Toriel will do to me for me lying.

     Toriels pov.

     Before me was a broken little girl she looked about sixteen she was filthy and hurt but she wouldn't admit it. When Sans described her injuries I did everything I could not to vomit from the sickening thought of what this poor girl has went through. She shakes in fear of me I get closer she tenses and braces herself as if I intend her harm as if that's all she knows. Instead I wrap my arms gently around her and pull her to me Sans doesn't protest for long and doesn't try to keep her knowing that it could hurt her. She stiffens even more as I cradle her in my arms and hum her a song. I'm mothering her. Something I'm sure she's never had. Her breath shakes a few times before she breaks down and cries sobbing in my arms trying to burry herself into my stomach. Sans smiles and leaves the room giving me a few minutes to talk with her alone and for her to let out all of this grief and pain she carries around so heavily.

     After ten minutes of crying Sam heaves trying to regain control of her breath. She shakes in my arms due to the pain in her side from the broken rib I'm sure.
"I can heal you if you like."
I say gently careful to keep my voice soft. She nods slowly and I smile.
"I can take away the pain and heal most of it but I'll need assistance to heal it all."
Again she nods and curls into me. Asgore is not going to believe this. I can hardly believe it myself. I doubt this poor girl realizes she's on the surface. I get to work healing her the pain that comes off of her wounds and attacks my own soul is excruciating until it fades into nothing. I can't take any more on my own. I've healed her head and her rib and a few deep cuts on her body. The obviously infected bite marks are something I can't handle by myself I'll need help from papyrus or Sans.
"Dose that feel any better my child?"
Sam nods and yawns rubbing her eyes.
"You can't sleep quite yet I wish to have you fully healed and cleaned up before you sleep."
She nods but yawns again curling into my fur snuggling her face into me she yawns a third time and closes her eyes.
"Perhaps a small nap won't hurt."
I whisper to myself with a small laugh while she drifts into slumber.


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