Rising Storm [ Ink!Sans x Reader ]

4. Don't Stop

You wondered if this was how death was seeded; not from the last song of dying lungs or eyes staring into lights they could not see, but from the mind slowly fracturing, breaking apart day by day unnoticed until there was nothing but an empty shell of what once was, decayed completely with no memory of the person that had once been, eyes twitching with the madness that they contained underneath.

You thought this as you gazed upon the black skeleton that held you hostage, blue strings wrapped around a heart that beat to your chest, slowly tearing the life away from your blood and veins. You gasped for air but found nothing, black dots the only thing to greet you, the tendrils of unconsciousness all too tempting. There was no opportunity to see how Fresh was fairing, he too most likely imprisoned by the blue strings.

Blue, how you hated that colour.

It was naught the colour of the sky or of the sea and eyes. Those were the trademark stains of the earth that you had once grown up upon, the blue of the strings that wrapped around your limbs and every universe in existence was something foreign, a colour that no human or other living thing had ever before laid eyes on. There was nothing familiar about the colour of these blue strings and you hated them for that, hated how the cords seemed to have a life of their own, gradually increasing the pressure on your legs, cutting off the blood flow.

"You're a long way from home," the skeleton chuckled, cocking his head to one side as if marveling upon some museum piece. Anger surged through the essence of your very being, hated being so damn defenceless, hated being vulnerable and having no option other than to remain the way you were, knowing that there was nothing you could say or do to change the way you were.

The skeleton seemed to sniff the air, which was an odd sight indeed given that skeletons do not have noses or the ability to smell something. You tilted your chin upwards, refusing to let this damn creature get the better of you, even if you were suspended several feet in the air against your will and he could kill you in a heartbeat, the one thing he could never win was your mind, you would not show fear, you were determined of that.

"I'd say you're from Mafiatale," the skeleton droned, chuckling lightly. Your eyes flickered to Fresh who was several feet away from you, purple flames crackling like purple serpents from underneath his glasses, his once arrogant and free demeanor morphing into one much more demonic. "Which is curious, I would say. I was expecting the two I sent after you to get the damn job done, to kill you in your sleep and we wouldn't be having this little conversation. And yet, here you are, walking in the Void and still breathing. But that can be fixed."

The glitch of a skeleton was looking at Fresh now, malice in his gaze. You felt your blood turn to ice, all life evaporating from your veins. You felt a sense of urgency now at the way the anomaly was glaring daggers at Fresh, the way his left hand twitched as if preparing to deliver a killing blow. Fresh was the only thing that had shown you any sort of compassion, any form of mercy in the last few years of your life. Everyone else in your world cared for no one except themselves, such the way the world worked. "You leave him out of this," you hissed between your teeth, struggling against the blue coils that held you prisoner.

The skeleton ignored you, the only acknowledgement that he heard you came from the light flick of his wrist and two more strings slowly climbed up your ankles and wound around your mouth, holding your tongue hostage. "We wouldn't be in this mess if it weren't for you," Error sighed, floating over to the PSA skeleton, tilting his chin upwards. "And yet you had to interfere, didn't you? You could have held your tongue and remained in the shadows and yet you continue to oppose us, even when all reason and logic is stacked against you. You even think that there's hope for your leader, that Ink will somehow materialise out of thin air and save you all, do you? I hate to break the news to you, but your leader is dead, he's dust. And the two of you will be joining him shortly, I'd say. And then this little rebellion of yours will end, game over."