Blood Like Honey (Horrortale sans x reader)

Ink

I screamed in pain as bones pierced through my shoulders and my good knee, demobilizing me. I cried on the floor, noticing my HP was down to 5 and dropping each moment. Where was Sans?

Sans...

Sans...

Sans help me!

Please help me!

"Sans!" I screamed, calling out his name, wishing that he'd come and save me from the monster before me.

But no one came. 

Error chuckled at my cries, but frowned as he saw my HP drop to one. He sighed, wrapping his blue cables around my wounds with a tight grip. I yelped as the gashes were squeezed, hurting me even more then I already was.

"C-can't let you d-d-die just yet now." Error said, his usual permanent smile back on his face. 

"w-why are you-" I was interrupted by myself as I coughed up blood onto the floor, the cables allowing me to lay on the ground from the pain instead of making me stand on my broken kneecaps. Error chuckled, put stopped suddenly. From my place on the floor, I could see Sans with another skeleton, this one looking a bit more like him, though he wears beige clothing with a scarf, a stash across his chest with different color vials and a light blue jacket tied around his waist.

Sans' eye sockets widened at my poor condition as I laid on the floor. I smiled weakly up at him, a weak attempt to comfort him and his worry.

"s-sans... you.." I coughed up more blood, seeming now to be a new habit of mine as a puddle of the stuff surrounded my form. "c-came..." I mumbled, my voice low and raspy from screaming and crying. His hand trembled and I saw his eyes flickering between the white pinpoints to red. I realized, he hadn't had a proper meal since I fell and now the perfect victim was laying on the ground, covered in blood and already cut into.

"Y-yea honey... I came..." he mumbled, his shaking and trembling more violent and seeable now. I smiled at him again, but I also wondered why he came.

Was I important to him?

Sans/Horror's POV

My hand shook as it was still reached out to where honey was just moments ago before Error took her away. I was tense and I didn't understand why he had taken her.

Was it because she wasn't supposed to fall?

Aliza was supposed to be the only human with control over the timeline now. 

She wasn't supposed to be here.

But I can't help but feel like she was. 

Has he been watching us?

Did he notice I've been a bit different?

That I was helping her?

That.... I was changing?

I was supposed to kill her for good a long time ago. A permanent erase. Does he know that I didn't do this? Probably. He's always watching his 'workers', never fully trusting them. I slowly moved my arm down, still staring at the space that was just occupied by the kidnapped girl.

Why does it hurt?

My chest hurts... 

no... my heart hurts...

my SOUL hurts...

why does it hurt so badly...

she wasn't that important...