when porcelain shatters

endless

♡inks pov♡
Something soft is closing around me. For some reason, my brain goes to fuzzy snake and i scream out, only to be hushed by Cross, whos tucking me into a bed.

I look up at him confused. He took my clothes so they dont get messed up. Fair.

He climbs in with me and hugs me as if to protect me from everything else. He said he couldnt stand to see me all alone in that box. So he brought me here to nap for a few. Before Night, Error or anyone else notices.

*unoriginal time skip to an unoriginal story*

I litteraly can not move. I have feeling back, meaning the paralysis wore off. But it h u r t s. My jaw finally opens the slightest and i am able to scream out in pain, my voice hitting frequencys that shouldnt be heard.

Theres yelling in the hallway and someone comes into the room, holding a kit of some sort. Nightmare takes Cross out with his slimy tentacle around his boyfriends shoulders.

The kit is set at my feet and Horror opens the small handheld box. Error holds my arms as if im T posing. I cant move to begin with so nice job stupid.

Horror sits on my waist. He had to be like 300 lbs. I swear. He grabs a long needle and blue string. Do they just have that shit everywhere? Is error just a fucking spider?

"This is what happens... when little dolls are bad" hes tracing my wounds, centering my mouth. He gives a nod and Horror starts sewing my mouth up. As fucking slow as possible. It hurts so much.

As soon as my stitches are placed in a pretty fashion- three hours of taking them out and trying patterns- safe to stay it hurts.

Im smiled down at before he grabs under where he was holding, showing me the red marks hes made. Im lifted and taken to a mirror where he shows me off.
This is the first time actally see myself

Theres so many burises on me. And my thiness is placed in stone now.
I hate it. I hate all of it.

So much of my body is red from being manhandled or you know, cut or sewn into.

I use my hand, like a club amd swing it back, hitting the mirror, shattering it out of pain, panic and anger. It takes a few minutes for us to regestir what happened and me to calm dowm.

"Fine. If you dont appreciate the gifts we gave you, then dont see at all"

That didnt make sense.

He nods to Horror, who grabs the thread and two pairs of buttons, while smashing his fist on play. To...the Caroline sound tract. Nice.

Im sat back down and held as he sews the buttons into my sockets. Since i dont have fucking eyes, he attaches it to the rounds of them. Holy mother of god. He starts in the centre and out, pulling on all of them at once. I cant scream due to the stitches.

He ties them off and pulls, just to make sure. They dont move a bit.

I try my hardest to see, but all i see is mixed light through the small holes. The soft material is placed back around me and im taken put of the room, walking further and further away, not knowing anything. Moans of pain and screams can be heard along with clicking, force amd other things.

A cold gust of wind and creek happens before he lets go of me. And shoved me into the gravel floored room. The same creek echoes and a clank before his feet click away. People beg and scream after him.

Once the house dies down, my palms go to my chest as i search for the key. Blood or some warm sticky liquid coats my hands. It must be the porclince wearing down in the heat. Perfect.
Excpet my hands slide everywhere, and im unable to find the key to my freedom, that is inches away from my hands.

So i start bashing my head agasint the wall, so i can shatter the mix covering me.
But as predicted, i knock myself out instead. Not before the cold key lands on my arm.

(I really had no idea how to end this chap. So sorry if it seems rushed

As always thank you for reading amd i hope you like it^^()