Their ANGEL(og) (Discontinued)

Painful Aftermath

After the pain, I feel a bed beneath me. I feel a hand on mine. I feel tears roll down my face. I groan. Suddenly, I can hear. I hear someone shouting and some sobbing. Then, I open my eyes and see Frisk. I can smell Frisk and many new but familiar scents. I try to move but the pain forces me down, I scream. I hear frantic talking and someone's smooth and reassuring voice. I decide to speak. I gently raise my hand, ignoring the pain. I set it on Frisk's. I remember something and smile.

"Loud... and... clear... Frisk. Just... hurt... everything... hurt... a.. ton. A skele... ton." I state, in between deep breaths. She grabs my face.

"Izzy! Blink twice if you can hear me." She states. I blink twice. She smiles and hugs me. I feel a relief around my soul, relief from the pain. Soon the pain dulls and I can smell, see, and hear other things.

"Relief... from... soul?" I ask. Frisk looks at me.

"Someone is healing you." Frisk states. I squint at her and my hand bolts to my soul, pulling it close.

"Chara, can't heal because she's dead. The only other people that can heal are Papyrus and Sans." I state, clearly. I bolt up into a sitting position, holding my soul close. I look at Sans and Papyrus. "Please, don't. I don't want you to tire yourselves." Sans shrugs.

"I'm always tired, kid." Sans states. I sigh, resting a bit. Then, I feel a drag on my back. I lift my hand and run it across a smooth surface connected to my shoulder blades. I gasp.

"The wings, but how?" I ask. Everyone shrugs.

"We don't know but Frisk had a theory." Chara states. Frisk looks at her hands.

"Well, maybe joining with the human souls unlocked your full potential. Try to summon your magic." Frisk states. I hold out my hand and try to make a small flame. Instead, a purple flaming sword appears in my hand.

"What the hell?" I ask. I examine it and it looks a lot like (Christmas) Asriel's swords. Then, it disappears. I feel a wave of pain and I groan. I grip my soul.

"You okay, kid?" Sans asks. Papyrus looks at me silently. I fake a smile and release my soul.

"I'm fine." I state. Papyrus jumps on me, hugging me. I grunt and hug him back. Waves of pain flood my senses. I continue to smile. I feel my eye start to glow. I feel liquid soaking my back. "I'm okay, Papy. I'll be fine."

"YOU COULD HAVE DUSTED YOURSELF! YOU'VE BEEN ASLEEP FOR TWO MONTHS! I SWEAR YOU SLEEP MORE THAN SANS!" Papyrus yells, obviously distressed. I laugh as I akwardly hug Papyrus, comforting him. I deal with the pain.

"Papy, all that matters is that you are okay. You don't have to pretend to care." I state, smiling. Papyrus pushes me back and looks me in the eyes. He grabs my shoulders. His eye sockets are glowing.

"WHY ARE YOU SMILING?!" Papyrus yells. "YOU MATTER! TO ME! YOUR PARENTS MAY NOT HAVE AND BEAT YOU BUT YOU ARE WORTH GOING AROUND THE WORLD AND BACK!" Papyrus looks into my eyes, searching. I continue to grin.

"Papy, I want you to let me know how you really feel about me. Don't hold anything back. And not just Papy, all of you." I state.

"I BELIEVE THAT EVERYONE IS WORTH DYING FOR! EVEN YOU! I LOVE YOU! YOUR LIKE THE LITTLE SISTER I NEVER HAD!" Papyrus shouts, hugging me. I continue to grin. The comment surprised me. My eyes widen.

"Little. . . .sister?" I ask. I process what he just said. "Papy. . . I honestly don't know how to respond but..." Papy looks at me.

"WHAT?!" Papyrus asks. I smile and hold up my arms.

"Akward sibling hug?" I ask. Papyrus laughs and grins.

"Nyehehe. Of course." Papyrus states, quietly. He wraps his arms around me. I pat his back and he pats mine.

"Pat. Pat. Pat." I state.

"Pat. Pat. Pat." Papyrus follows. I smile. A feeling of relief comes over me. I tighten my grip on Papyrus. Suddenly, I start sobbing into Papyrus's shoulder. "It's okay."

"I DID IT, PAP! I HELPED EVERYONE! NO ONE WAS HURT!" I yell, cheering. Papyrus releases me and stands up.

"THAT PROBABLY HURT YOU A TON, I'M SORRY IZZY!" Papyrus shouts. Sans butts in. My smile falls.

"Izzy, you are... strong. I thought you were going to die for sure. Pap is right. You are worth dying for, little sis." Sans states. My pain hits me like a tsunami. I grunt grabbing my soul. I smile again.

"Thanks, Sans!" I shout, smiling. I remember the souls, Asriel and Flowey. I attempt to make my fire appear again. Instead, a purple spear appears in hand. I groan. I stab the spear into the ground. I squeal and whimper in pain as I stand. Frisk catches me before I fall. I steady myself on the spear.

"What are you doing?!" Frisk asks. I smile at her.

"Asriel, Flowey, Kindness, Justice, Patience, Integrity, Bravery, and Perseverance." I state. Frisk shakes her head.

"We will get them you stay here and rest." Frisk states, grabbing my shoulder. I flinch away. I look her in the eye, stumbling away. I put all my weight on the spear. I feel a bandage on my face. I rip it off.

"Asriel! Flowey! Souls!" I yell, my voice slightly raspy. In a minute, I find myself in the living room with the souls, the goat family, Undyne and Flowey. I quiet and stop in the doorway. I drop the spear and stumble to them. "Mom! Dad! Asriel!" I trip over my wings and fall into their arms. Toriel picks me up and I am pulled into a group hug. Tears stream down my face.

"Izzy, dear, should you be out of bed?" Toriel asks.

"Probably not. Physical therapy could help my condition though." I mumble into her shirt. "I missed you, Mom, a skele-ton."

"I missed you too, dear." Toriel states. I hear a voice.

"What about me?" A small voice asks. I tackle Asriel into a hug.

"I missed you, too." I sob. Asriel smiles, crying into my shoulder. "Your Asriel as it gets." I hear giggling sobbing. I smile. I release Asriel and look at Asgore. I run into his legs. He hugs me back.

"Missed you, my child." Asgore states.

"Dad.. I missed you so much more than you know!" I yell. I hear shuffling.

"What about us?" Bravery asks. I look at them. I let go of Asgore and stumble into Bravery. The other souls surround me in a group hug.

"How could I forget you guys?" I ask. Even though I have only known them for a short while. I feel like they are my little siblings.

"I don't know, do you want to dance later?" Integrity asks. I smile at her.

"I would love to but I am injured so, I will do it when I feel better. Not half alive." I state. "I'm tired so I will see you all tomorrow, night."

"Night!" Everyone calls as I walk back to my room. The skeleton brothers, Chara, and Frisk are still in the room. I look at the bed I was on. I gasp. It is dyed red from my blood.

"You lost a lot of blood. You should be dead." Sans states. I look down at my arms, they are still skeletal.

"Can I have a mirror?" I ask, avoiding the comment. Frisk helps me over to a mirror. I look at myself. I sigh, laughing. "I look very scary."

"Wow, you are just now realizing this." Chara asks. I look at her. My arms remained skeletal and my wings remained. I only kept those features. I sigh and lay down on my bed.

"Please, let me sleep. I'm tired." I state. I quickly fall asleep. A dream comes to me. I sigh and watch what is in front of me. Just as the nightmare before, I was tied to a chair, gagged.