Sansmate, Vol 1: Ain't nothing like the Wicked

Love Coming Home

GenoSans x Returned FemReader

(PJ studies Para as the created fidgets next to him. Ink was talking into his cell to the other Ink, and although their conversation seemed to be going well, Para seemed a bit...
"Um....why do you look guilty?" Pale yellow eyes glanced at him, dark brown bangs growing to hide most of the created's face.
"Well~.....we're kinda going to an alternate timeline of the soul's original AU~..." PJ tilted his head, puzzled.
"Why is that-wait. You said the soul had originally been mistreated and rejected, which was why you made the 'deal'." Para nods. PJ starts to look horrified.
"But, they're a SansMate! How did their-"
"he says okay! in fact, he knows where in the anti-void this geno is, and can get the soul there no problem!" Ink spins to take a seat on the newly redrawn sofa. He looks between Para and PJ, slightly confused.
"....everything alright?" Para nods enthusiastically, stops, then makes a wobbly motion with their hand.
"Weeeeellllll~......this will deal with some light bondage and hints of the as of right now unpublished original story~...." Ink and PJ both stare.
"....But it will have a happy ending?"
"what he said?" Para nods again, hair shortening to show bright pink eyes. On the TV, a scene begins to load....)

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You came to wakefulness slowly, the soft scent of flowers and earth tickling your nose. Laying on your back, you could feel the tickle of flower petals and grass all around you. Shifting, a dull pain throbs across your chest and stomach. Hissing at the pain, you slowly open your eyes. A tall rock ceiling comes into focus, light shining in from somewhere to the side, warming your almost too cold body. Head falling to one side, you see golden flowers. Beyond them, a large throne looms, empty of its occupant.

There was something you were forgetting, something important. Something....something selfish? Selfless? What....what had you done to end up here, like this?

Slowly, carefully, you sit up. You hand goes to the slight pain across your front, and comes away with a sticky red. Looking down, you pull your shirt away from the healing wounds and wince. Three long slashes trail from your left shoulder to your right hip. While no longer bleeding, the spilled blood coating your shirt was still wet enough to be tacky to the touch.

You wanted a bath. You needed a bath, or a shower. Something to wash the blood off and clean the wound. You would worry about remembering how you got it once-

"well now, this is surprising..."

Your head whips up towards the voice. A skeleton dressed in browns and carrying a large paintbrush grins at you from near a window. He tilts his skull, looking the scene over.

"i mean, i knew i would find you here....just didn't think it would be here. and i certainly didn't expect that." He motions towards your bloodied front.

"...." You look him over, but other than his bone structure he doesn't seem familiar. Turning away from him, you manage to get to your feet. There was...something you had to check.

"well, i did tell them that-waaaaait.....where are you going?" You ignore him. One hand pressed against the deepest slash over your heart, you head through a doorway to the left at the back of the room. You hear him behind you, following you down a long hallway.

There's another patch of golden flowers down here, and you pass it to head to the right. Passing under a columned doorway, you slow to a stop. The barrier looms before you, and a line of six souls of various colors floating in little jars.