The collapse of a timeline can be a life changing event. What happens to someone when they manage to survive such an event? What about the collapse of their entire Universe? Or their entire multiverse? What happens when someone survives such an eve...
"Jilly-Bean..." Sans got up and went to look out the front window, but there was nothing ot see except for inky blackness, "Where are we?"
"Jillian!" Papyrus was kneeling at her side, holding her right arm at the wrist and shoulder, "Are you okay?"
Jillian looked up at the two young skeletons, her left eye was wide with shock while her right was nonexistent. The MTT Brand Glamore Creme she wore, to hide that the right side of her face was nothing but bone and eye socket from her hair line down to her upper jaw, had burned away. The creme had burned away from her arms as well all the way up to her elbows where it tapered up into skin and flesh like that of a human. She'd scorched the rolled up sleeves of the black thermal sweater she wore, in a rage, just before they'd made a desperate escape. She'd told Bitty, the Miniature Gaster Blaster mounted to the from of the truck like some kind of deranged hood ornament, to teleport them 'Home'. But Bitty didn't take them home.
The boys were scared, worried, and needed answers but for the first time in nearly 20 years, Jillian didn't know what to tell them. She didn't really know what had happened. She didn't know where they were exactly, but had a pretty good idea, and that meant that they were in trouble. If they were where she thought [Surprise! Welcome to the void!] then it was unlikely they would be going home anytime soon, if at all.
"J-Jillian?" Papyrus' voice cracked from fear, with a side of puberty, as he tugged the collar of his cook's shirt, like it were choking him, "Jillian, you're hurt..."
"Huh?" She was disoriented and confused, her Soul felt like it was on fire, but maybe nearly having it torn to shreds had something to do with that, "What?"
Hurt? The word came to her on something of a delay, Hurt... is he talking about this? She looked down at her hands... well... bones... but he couldn't be talking about that. She'd been in this condition for going on eighteen years, so he knew it didn't hurt anymore. It was about the time Papyrus told her to lean forward and she felt the pressure in the back of her right shoulder, that she finally felt any pain.
"W-what the-?" She looked over her shoulder and saw the handle of a carving knife sticking out of her should, "Holy shi- there is a literal knife in my back. That's... that's not funny. That's not funny at all."
"J-just hold still Jillian... I'm gonna try to-"
"Nah, Pappy, it's cool... you do you."
Jillian was trying to wrack her brain to remember when she'd ended up with the knife in her back while Papyrus was trying to help her remove it. It didn't take her long to figure up out when she looked around her and then up realizing that the shelf above the food truck's grills had collapsed. She remembered that. She'd tried to shield the boys with her body when that glitched out freak had slammed... something... into the side of the truck. The force of the collision had rocked the truck with so much force it had nearly rolled the whole thing and had sent dishes, pots, pans and a knife block raining down on them just before Bitty had Ported the truck. They're okay... We're okay... okay... okay.
"Jilly? Where are we?" Sans repeated his earlier question.
"I don't know yet, Skellie. I-ow!! Nonono! Up Baby Bones! Up! Not Down! Oh god, ow! Sans! Help!
"Huh? Oh!" Skellie jumped an overturned chair and rushed over to help them, "Here, Paps, let me do it; you get ready to heal bro. On the count of three... one... two..." He yanked the knife out with both hands, "Three!"
"ARGH!!! You pulled on TWO you evil little-!" She dissolved into incoherent cursing and muttering inot her leg so she wouldn't have to put a million G into Papyrus' stupid 'Curse Jar', "That friggin' hurt so bad!"
"I know. Sorry, Jilly. I learnt it from Dad. Remember when I broke my arm?" Skellie tossed the bloody knife into the sink and then turned back to his baby sister, "Here, Pappy put your hand here. I got here. Ready? Go!"
"Twice... you broke your arm twice."
'Yeah, but Dad wasn't the one takin' care of me the second time. You guys were."
Jillian gritted her teeth for a moment as that familiar burn of Sans' iffy healing magic hit her wound and then sighed when the cooling sensation came with the wound healing into a scar line down her shoulder blade.
"I think... that's the best were gonna get. Pappy's end looked great... at least the bleeding stopped on my end."
"It's okay, Skellie-Bones. You did your best like always and besides... that... guy... that was... that was some crazy... Shenanigans."
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[O-o-oh m-m-me? I-I-I'm from the C-Codes D-D-Department. Your t-timeline h-h-has been d-deemed a-a-a s-serious v-v-violation o-of M-M-Multiversal C-C-Code L-Laws. A-A-As a 3,653,243,123 to 1 p-possibility for ex-existance y-y-your timeline has been d-deemed a G-Glitched Timeline and h-has been selected for DELETION.]
That weirdo spawned in right on top of us... and what were all those weird strings... and the red lights? And what did he want with Sans? The strings came out of the glitched guy, what did his face say? Error? But the lights that had filled up the sky and started disintegrating the buildings, the cars, the trees, even the people. What the hell was that? The strings were latching on to people and pulling out their souls, Jillian hadn't seen anything that crazy in nearly twenty years. Not since they were still in the Underground and they'd been living on the surface for the last ten. What the hell is going on?
"Bitty... Bitty?" Jillian got up, gritting her teeth for a moment and then banged twice on the wall, "Bitty!"
