Fangs (A Sans AU Story)

Chapter 15 - ChainSaw

No one couldn't have blamed Ink for being a bit... doubtful that this was actually his torturer.

After Fell demanded about the book Ink had lost, and he told them he didn't have it, Fell threatened that they would have to torture him for the information they desired. Ink told him that he had no idea where the actual book was at, but the vampire obviously didn't listen to him.

He had stuck his head out of the door, and yelled, "DUST!" very loudly. Ink froze, because he only had one H.P, and that meant he was probably going to be dusted.

And that obviously wasn't the case.

The bound up Jury member just sat there as a skeleton, another vampire named Dust, had walked into the room with a duffel bag over his shoulder. And the first thing that left his teeth was, "He looks like some sort of circus clown."

At that moment, Ink knew this guy would be an interesting person.

First off, his name was Dust, which was what he would turn into when he died. It was like naming a human child "Dead body" or "Corpse". Second off, even though he may of looked slightly terrifying, the way he said the sentence sounded like he wasn't taking anything seriously. And third off, he was making a face at Fell, who left the room.

If the situation was different, he would've probably wanted to become friends with this Dust person, and he would've made sure to introduce him to Blue, since they would probably get along with each other. However, he was tied to a chair with Dust standing in front of him with a bag most likely filled with torture equipment, so the situation obviously said that they were enemies.

Which sucked for Ink.

"Just make this easy in yourself, I don't mind putting away my weapons and letting you go," Dust said, pulling up a chair from outside and setting it down in front of Ink, sitting down on it, "Then we can go and do demonic summonings, eat cake, do whatever Jury people do I guess."

"I already told that Fell skeleton that I don't know where the book is," Ink grumbled.

"Yeah, I bet he didn't listen, Fell can be himself, he doesn't listen to anything," Dust said, pulling out a large sludge hammer from his duffel bag, "Hope you like chipped bones."

Crack

Before Ink could even react, the hammer slammed down onto his left leg which Dust had leaned down to hit, cracking the bone in multiple places as pain invaded his body. The poor skeleton screamed, the pain sudden and unwelcome. He didn't even have time to tense up, it just happened like that.

"So, how about that book now? Is it still eating soup god knows where or are you ganna tell little old me where you've gone and hid it," The vampire asked, grinning as he tilted his head.

Ink whimpered as warm blood ran down his leg, collecting in a pool of crimson below him slowly. His H.P had only dropped .2, since it wasn't a fatal blow. Just an incredibly painful blow, but not deadly.

"...I... I swear I don't know," Ink said, taking a moment to find his voice.

"Eh, too bad. I'd say I don't want to do this, but I do."

Crack

The next hit was like the first, sudden and with no context. Ink didn't even see that Dust had switched the arm that contained the hammer before it had slammed into his other leg, emitting another painful cracking soundand much more pain. Ink had screamed louder than before, grinding his teeth as he felt more blood leave his body.

If he could think straight, he would be wondering how important that book was anyway, and why they were going through all of this trouble just to get it. However, both of his legs were currently cracked, which meant he wouldn't be able to walk until he was healed, which depended if they got him to a hospital or not.