I'm not one of you <Frans>

CHAPTER 43: Rubble

Time: Unknown
Location: Unknown
The darkness that surrounds us both is crammed and hot. The lack of oxygen might kick in from the sealed, thick wall of debris.

I sighed, hugging my self and gently rocking back and fourth on my tailbone. I stayed in a fetal form, and I held a worried look on my face consistently. My hands and arms were covered in black blood, I just didn't care if I got it on myself anymore. There was so much, it was inevitable, I'm not sure why I tired to stay clean. I looked over at Sans, who had still been sleep— if he were still asleep at this point. His eyes have been closed for a long time.

What if I had killed him? What if I was unable to save him?

I couldn't check to see if he were breathing, the respiratory functions were obviously different as a skeleton of this 'monster' species. He didn't seem to have any type of carbon dioxide exhaling from his nostrils in his skull. It didn't seem that he needed oxygen either. Just what was he made of, other than bones? It was either that— or I couldn't save him in time.

I couldn't help but feel as if it were my fault that he was in this situation. If I hadn't been so rough when shoving him aside, maybe there wouldn't be a crack in his skull right now. He passed out instantly. If he were human, he'd either be dead, of have a severe concussion.

I had been here alone for an ungiven was amount of time— it seems like forever. My left sleeve had been completely ripped off at the shoulder, using it to stop the abundance of black, thick, blood rushing from his skull. Or at least— it seemed as if it were black. I couldn't differentiate between the color schemes in this darkness I sat in. I could only see the difference between the blues and blacks, and the bright whiteness of Sans' skull.

He didn't seem as scary discovering even the powerful skeleton had a weakness. Maybe he was so strong because of the fragility of his body? Was it a genetic thing when it came to monsters? Weak body? Strong abilities? Strong body? Weak abilities?

Another sigh, and I tore my eyes away from Sans' sleeping figure, and guided them along the rocky rubble that crammed us both in here. It seemed like a miracle— the situation we were in, despite there being no way out.

The tower Sans had made with the boulders had acted as some sort of support for the collapsing rocks from the ceiling. They had just left an opening crevasse for us to stay alive, creating a triangular gap, however, it was incredibly tight. Neither of us could stand up at our full height if we even wanted to. The rocks that surrounded us were huge chunks of the ceiling that rested above us, and the slightest movement of the rocks below to create a way out, the entire structure had a chance of caving in and collapsing.

I sighed loudly, looking down at my feet. Quite Suddenly, a hand rested on my shoulder, gabbing it firmly, causing me to yelp rather loudly. I turned around swiftly, staring at Sans, who was now awake. My eyes of worry were now filled with wide, scared eyes. "Sans! You're awake!" I yelled rather loudly, putting my hands over my mouth once we winced slightly at the loudness of my voice. His head must hurt from the lack of blood. "Are you alright?" I said a bit quieter. He said nothing and only reached to take off my shirt sleeve, which wrapped round his eyes. "Don't take that off! You're bleeding quite a bit! It couldn't have dried yet." I said. "I don't know what your recovery methods are, so I was unable to heal you properly." I said.

His hand still rested on the cloth, but after a second of processing my words, he took off he bandage, still wet with black blood. "No matter. Is is already healed." He said, rather monotonous. "Where are we?" He asked, more to himself rather than to me, but I answered his questions regardlessly.

"In a crevasse inside the rubble that came from the ceiling." I said. "The walls are pretty thick, I'm not sure how long I will be alive to survive in here." I said, my stomach grumbling loudly in desperate need of food one more. "The oxygen influx is severely disrupted." Sans nodded slowly, I could see his pinpricks darting around the small structure frantically. He was searching for a way out. "I'm not sure if we could break out of here. It may collapse before we can move the rocks." I also input my ideas in this.

"My head.." He said, holding his head, tracing the large crack that had formed from the rock with his skeletal fingertips. "How long was I asleep?" He said, looking at me. "And why?" He said. "Why did you save my life?" He said, rather angry. "I thought I had told you to leave." He growled.

"You were sleep for an ungiven amount of time. I was busy trying to search for a way out and care for you at the same time." I said. "I couldn't just let you die! You could have lost your life if I had left! How do you think I feel about this??" I said, holding my chest. "To be honest, you're really scary! You're REALLY scary! But I enjoy the conversations we've had! And I consider you as a friend!" I said, rather frantically. "And friends have each other's backs!"

He just looked at me, rather stunned. He squinted his eyes, as if he were looking for a lie in between my words. He looked torn, both angry and relieved at the same time. "You..." He trailed off, turning in the opposite direction. "I don't consider you as a friend." He said, rather annoyed. "I wouldn't have saved you." He said, grumbling, and putting up his hood once more.

I was slightly hurt by his statement, to be honest. I had thought we had really been beginning to be friends at this rate. But I couldn't help but feel as if he were trying to lie to himself and not me. "Well..." I tried off, chuckling a little. "I don't need your acceptance to be my friend." I said. "You'll be my friend regardless." I said, smiling.

"Whatever."