[Discontinued Until Further Notice ]●○Beyond Our Worlds○● (Reaper!Sans X Reader)

Chapter Seven: Let Go

Created: June 16, 2018
Finished: June 23, 2018
Published: June 23, 2918

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First Person Perspective

TimeSkip to a few days , please excuse the Author's lack of Will uhuhuhu

            I've been here in Tori's place for like, two days now. And as the hours pass with me here, I felt like rotting away, in a good way though; Being spoiled by Life with her wonderful cooking, the kids' welcoming company, and not worrying about getting killed by those people.

            But... There's always this lingering fear that creeps up my back when I thought about not being able to teleport to other worlds, not seeing my friends again, and about the possibility of Death getting to me, especially when I see him knock on the barrier frequently, with Toriel shooing him off with anger. When those thoughts enter my mind I try to poison it down with some benefits of a doubt, like, playing with the children, telling stories to them about other AUs, laughing along with Lady Life, and much more.

           Feeling really wimpy today, I decided that I would do some warm ups for my combat skills and my magic, of course Life being my assistant when wielding power.

Thud Thud, Crack!

            The sounds of me abusing a thick bamboo stick echoed the area around me, then silenced when the broken wood came down, making a "crash" sound. I was a little dissapointed when it fell down faster than the last round. With a sigh, I leaned my hand to the fallen stick, raising my hand upwards, the stick following per suit, (F/C) magic surged it as it attached itself back.

            I then continued to punch and kicked on it, feeling the need to be relentless. My body now sweaty making the dress I'm wearing stick to my frame more, yet I continued to beat the bamboo, every hit I give has my body recieve bruises and scratches.

           My reddened knuckles pounded hard but slow while my breathing became heavy. I was about to hit it again when a furry hand stopped and enveloped mine. My tired gaze trailed to the obvious person who owns the hand, my (E/C) eyes led me to red magenta ones.

            "My child, take some rest." Toriel softly spoke, putting another hand above my fist. I looked at her, feirce determination in my eyes, yet it went away when I closed them and exhaled it all away. "Okay Mom." I replied, showing a small smile at her. She then nodded her head, releasing my hand from her warmness, and walking away, not before looking over her shoulder.

            "Tag along if you're ready." "Yes Mother Life." She smiled before walking off to her home. I looked away from her, now looking at my almost bloodied hands, staring at them for a moment then looking up. "Man how I wish to take a bath." I said to no one, feeling really uncomfortable from the bodily fluid covering my everything.

            'Uh, if Frisk and Asriel weren't evil trolls, I would've sneaked a quick dip by now.' I complainly though while I made my fingers point at me, pulling out the sweat from me, my hands doing what it looks like I'm doing. 'Watching Avatar, the Last Airbender really gave me ideas of using my power. ' I said to my brain, copying the WaterBending stance that girl Katara was doing in the show, making my own water move with grace, soon splashing it down on the earth, letting it enjoy the quench.