I'm From Another Dimension

The beginning of beginnings

Erza, Isa, Tamashi, Vortex, and Mimu all carried Sans to the halfling village in the time span of 30 minutes. It turns out that flying really was faster. Everyone on the streets worried when they saw Sans beaten. They couldn't conjure who would be able to defeat her. Little did they know it was her own fear.

They rushed her into Bonnie's little clinic and watched the old lady's calm face break into worry. She escorted Sans to the back where she had many rooms for busy days, which were rare. She lay Sans down on a bed and attached her to multiple machines. She placed a cool towel on her head and began to work. She told everyone as nicely as possible to wait outside, even Isa, as this was something that required a professional.

They sat outside in the waiting room in silence. Finally, Tamashi broke it.

"There's something you're not telling me," he muttered at Erza and Isa. Vortex and Mimu looked at each other and took it as their cue to wait outside.

"Tamashi, it's nothing to concern yourself over," said Isa reassuringly.

"SANS IS MY CONCERN!" he shouted in anger. He quickly covered his mouth, his eyes became watery. He put his head in his hands and took a deep breath. "Just... just please tell me. I need to know," he whispered loudly enough to have the two girls hear him.

Isa and Erza looked at each other, sighed, and Isa looked towards Erza to tell the tale. Erza pushed away her bangs and tucked it behind her ear to look at Tamashi with both eyes, ignoring the mess that the goop made on the floor.

"Sans, Isa and I met when we were young, we became close and soon, we were inseparable. But, no matter how much we longed for friendships like that, it usually never happened. We both got a new group of friends and were no longer considered loners, we had no need for each other, but the friends we made," she shivered and took a deep breath before continuing, "weren't good ones. I made friends with the wrong type of crowd who pushed me to do things I didn't want to do. I never did those things, but they made me feel weak and pathetic about it. They... didn't make me feel good. I hid my emotions for so long, I began to feel they didn't exist and got depression without even realizing it." She looked toward Isa before continuing into the next part of the story. She looked up and nodded before putting her head back down.

"Isa hung out with the popular kids. She had been so desperate for a group of friends that she realized she didn't know how to act. She panicked whenever they asked her a question and got stressed out whenever they were around. She was so desperate to keep them, that she didn't realize that the stress between that and school had almost destroyed her. She got Stress Response syndrome. It's something that means you sort of... break down under even the slightest of pressure. She didn't realize it until her outbursts caused her so called 'friends' to leave her. Sans... Sans had no friends. She would spend her days alone at a table with her sketchbook. People would often ask where her friends were and she would simply point down at her sketchbook and gave them a smile. People took it as a joke and kept walking, but it wasn't. Sans did and said what she wanted without a care. Sans was often bullied for her confidence. Anything they could find to make fun of her for; her height, her weight, her attitude, anything, they would say or do anything to bring her down. She always had a salty, sassy remark up her sleeve when someone did say something. They would make the whole class laugh at her and she would sit there with an intimidating grin. Though, she often got into fights and into all sorts of trouble, but not the good kind. She was never free no matter where she went. Home, school, in public. People would make fun of her for what she wore and her tomboyish attitude. Her parents would tell her it was just a phase and eventually, she became torn. She had no one to talk to and felt alone. The only place she could find comfort and security was in was her sketchbook. She created endless characters, each different with unique personalities. When people asked her what or who she based them off, she simply said the people around her, which was true. Sans' loneliness had caused her to get something called Psychosis disorder, or psychotic disorder. It causes someone's view on reality to distort, such as seeing things that aren't there or hearing voices. When people caught her talking to herself more and more, they thought her insane. Eventually, we both heard what people now thought of our childhood friend, so we found her, and began to bond again. She helped us both push through what we were going through and feel... happy again. Sans was still just eccentric and wild as the day we left her. We thought Sans had gotten better, considering she hadn't been seen talking to herself anymore. Fast forward a couple years, and we end up here. I suppose that by then we had forgotten she even had it. We only remembered when she refused to tell us about the soul weapon. We could obviously see it was why Sans refused to tell us about it. It was a mystery to us, until we remembered. Our theory is that she thinks she's finally lost it. That she thinks Majikku is a figment of her imagination and her real body is off in a mental asylum  somewhere. At first, she went along with it, but I think when she found the soul weapon and had to fight, she thought that she wasn't fully in control of her mind. Whatever this was, I don't think it has made Sans' situation any better. We thought, maybe you talking to her might show her that you are real. We thought it might help her out, but...," Erza paused. Her expression was blank, but her eyes were tearing up. "But it didn't," Erza closed her eyes and let tears roll down her cheeks.

Suddenly, a blue glow illuminated her face. She looked down and saw what was causing it. The gem on the axe was glowing dully. Erza passed it to Isa, and it began to glow brighter. They realized that it had become a sort of tracking device. They already could tell what it was leading to.

"Hey, why'd you stop?" Mimu popped out from behind the door to the hallway. He immediately covered his mouth. Vortex face-palmed herself and began to follow the rest of the group.

They all followed the axe to the door of Sans' room. It was glowing brightly. They went into the room and looked at Sans in the bed.

She was sweating and dirty. Bonnie had taken off her sweater to reveal a once white tank top, now red with blood. She had taken off the ponytail and arranged Sans' hair to be spread upon the the pillow above her head to keep her neck cool with a towel she had placed there. Bonnie was checking the machines as they walked in. One of Sans' hands were hanging over the edge of the bed.

Erza picked it up, carful not to mess with any of the wires coming from her wrist, and Isa placed the axe in Sans' hand. She immediately grabbed it.

As the axe touched her palm, the light became blinding. When she completely grasped it, all the machines and lights in the facility shut down, but quickly powered on again afterwards.

Bonnie was pleased with her work. She let the friends take a moment to be with their friend in case she didn't wake up again for a while.

Erza and Isa sat adjacent to each other on Sans' bedside. Isa had her head in her hands and was crying. Erza walked over to her side of the bed and tried to comfort her by rubbing her back. She did so awkwardly, but sincerely. Vortex and Mimu leaned against the wall in front of the bed, watching Sans wearily.

Tamashi was on the other side of the bed. He was sobbing into the sheets, muttering about how he should've tried harder, or how he should've payed more attention to Sans. He looked up at her and saw the peaceful look on her face.

He was reminded that Sans was strong and that she would make it through whatever was happening. He found his hand trailing towards hers and he held it. Her hand was large, warm, sweaty, and rough. It greatly contrasted his smaller, ice cold and soft hands. Of course, it was a bad time to be judging her hand. Most people would find this quite unattractive and let go immediately, but Tamashi held on for his dear life.

Tamashi lay his head down on the bed once more and continued to hold onto Sans' hand. Suddenly, her hand moved and gripped onto the sides of the bed. Sans quickly sat up and gasped for air.

"Sans!" they all said in unison. She began to cough out black goop, but Tamashi didn't care he jumped onto her. He pulled her into a hug, letting the goop roll down his hoodie. Everyone soon joined in. But Sans didn't hug them back. She shoved them off and looked them all. Her eyes held fear, sadness, and despair in them. She jumped off the bed, grabbed her axe and sweater, and ran out of the clinic.

"SANS WAIT!" called Tamashi as he ran after her, but she had already teleported away.