Stay

Anger

This may be redone. This chapter at least. I wrote and finished it today so it hasn't been properly edited. I wanted to post it though so here it is.

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What happens when one dies?

Do we go somewhere? Or do we simply not exist anymore?

Would we even know? How would we even know?

Questions that don't have answers. Not to anyone who is living... then again. What were you at this point?

Pain no longer filled your entire being and the draining feeling that had been going on seemed to have stopped. Leaving you emotionally numb as you pondered the predicament that you were currently in.

You couldn't see anything other than odd shapes and colors. Sometimes dark. Sometimes lit up so bright that it was borderline painful. Other times it was a muted gray. Regardless, the never ending shapes and patterns remained. They were a constant that was both reassuring and slightly unnerving.

Your body was heavy. You couldn't move your head. It refused to listen to any of the commands your brain was giving it. Maybe... this was limbo? The place that wasn't quite living but not quite dead? If so, it wasn't to bad. A little boring but not a bad place to spend eternity. It would be better if you had the ability of movement.

Was this where your Grandmother was? A plane of nothing but weird shapes, patterns and the like? Could you find a way to talk to her if so? Just what was it that caused you to end up in this odd place to begin with?

There wasn't anything that had physically hurt you. It had been cold from the winter weather but anything that could have harmed you would have been cast aside by one of the skeleton brothers. Due to your lack of HP and poor outlook on life, the brothers were hyper aware of all objects around your person. Anything that could have been used to harm yourself conveniently was moved out of your sight or reach. Within reason. They didn't remove your guest toothbrush even though you could probably make a shank out of it if you tried.

So what had caused you to feel that excruciating pain that seemed to engulf your entire being? Was it... was it something SOUL related? Had your maximum HP reached 0 or something? Could that kill a human somehow? All of this was new territory for humans so you had no idea how any of that even worked. The only thing you knew for certain was that Papyrus was trying to raise your HP.

Desperately.

You had no doubt that after you fell that he had taken you somewhere to be treated. Probably by that Toriel lady they had mentioned before. It was kind of sad that your sorry existence was putting those caring monsters through the ringer. Though they shouldn't have tried to save you to begin with. It would have been better if you had drifted off into the darkness without a peep. No one would have cared. Your body wouldn't have been found until spring. By then, any of your acquaintances would have written you off and gone about their lives. Leaving you as a Jane Doe in a morgue. Now... if you left, you would be hurting people, more than just your Grandmother.

She was probably looking down at you with a somber expression on her face. Wishing that you would get your life on track and get away from the people that seemed to have buried their rusty hooks deeply into your flesh. Making it so that they dragged you down with them.

It was so hard though....

Everytime you tried, it was as though you took 2 steps forward and 10 steps back. There was no escape. Save one. Yet, you somehow managed to botch that up too.

Grumbling to yourself, your anger soared as the muted gray of your surroundings changed to the bright light. A muted scuffling sound was being made but you currently ignored it. This time you were not in the mood to be complacent. It was pissing you off. The fucking light hurt but you couldn't look away. You couldn't move. Why the hell couldn't you move?!