What if? (Greyster)

Damage Report

Against Rave's wishes, Jessica got out of bed two hours later for the damages briefing. The healing magic had worked, and she felt fine. Rave disagreed, but she wasn't going to rest at such an important time. She put on a simple grey shirt and black trousers, and went to meet Rave and check the damages.

Jessica walked into the room. "Alright, what have we got for damage."

Rave flicked between cameras. "Looks like the arena survived mostly, doesn't look like it's going to collapse anytime soon."

"And the site of the final battle?"

"Completely wrecked."

"Where was the final battle?"

Rave flicked through the cameras until he came to the buildings south of the arena. They were completely burnt out, fallen rocks and scorch marks patterning the landscape.

Jessica muttered "Of course." Just my luck.

Rave looked over at her from the computer. "Is something wrong?"

"That, was where I... lived."

"Oh." Rave winced. "That's- well, not good."

Jessica waved it off. "It's fine. My cat wasn't there anyway."

Rave did a double take "That was your cat? I thought that it was one of the monster's pets!" Now he was staring at her like having a cat was the strangest thing in the world.

"Rave, focus."

"What's it's name?"

"Her name is Pumpkin. Move on."

"Aww!"

"Rave."

"Okay, okay." He was beaming now. "Don't get catty."

"Oh my god. Gaster's rubbing off on you."

"Indeed."

"Continue with the report."

"Alright." Rave got his business face back on. "Four monsters were injured in the arena battle. Asgore has a critical wound on his chest,    Muffet has several bruises, Grillby was thrown through a wall, and Mettaton has a missing hand and leg. She also has a wound on her chest, and is drained of most of her power."

"That does not sound good."

"Asgore, Grillby, and Mettaton currently in one of the only hospitals that survived the demons onslaught. They are all expected to make a full recovery."

"Good. Anything else to report?"

"We have taken the remains of Bete Noire for study and containment at the facility."

"Put it under guard. It might still not be dead."

"Way ahead of you there."

Jessica smiled. "Everything is going well then."

"One more thing Jessica.."

"Yes?"

"The rubble you were trapped in would've collapsed if Gaster hadn't helped you."

"I am aware."

"You could've died!" Rave seemed frustrated that he was not getting his point across. "And your soul is badly cracked."

"In your words, 'but I didn't'. And the cracking on my soul is for a completely different reason."

"Jessica, you have to be more careful."

"The war is over, we don't have to worry about it."

"I- don't know what I would do if you died."

Jessica looked at Rave. There were tears in his eyes. He hurriedly wiped them. He gave a shaky laugh. "Ha, it's okay. You're not."

Jessica put her hand on Rave's shoulder. "I'm not going anywhere."

"Of course you're not, just me being.. me"

Jessica stood up. "I'll go check on the skeletons... Sans wasn't doing well." She walked out of the room, leaving Rave to surveillance.

As she stepped down the hallway, she considered how Rave would feel if she were dead right now. She couldn't imagine it. She decided to check on Pumpkin. That cat always cheered her up. She had made her a small space in a corner of the base, and her bed, toys, and food were close by. Right now, the black-and-orange cat was in the bed, lazing around. She purred when she saw Jessica coming. Jessica gave her a small scratch behind the ears.

"How are you doing girl? Home is gone." Jessica sighed. The cat got up and wound around her legs. "Love you too."

Jessica left the room, slowly shutting the door behind her. She walked up the hallway again. She came to the makeshift medical ward. She walked in and sat on the bed that she had recently vacated. Sans was still alive, and still sleeping. The hole in his head seemed to have stabilized, and did not seem to be growing any bigger. He wasn't dusting, which was good.

Papyrus still seemed weak. He was limp on the pillows, his body barely moving other than the rise and fall of his breath. Gaster looked like Papyrus, only to less of a degree. He seemed to be sleeping fitfully, and his blanket was on the floor. Jessica got off her bed. She picked up the blanket and threw it over him again.

She walked out of the room slowly, intending to go brief herself on the paperwork that would have to be completed to finalize the treaty. Now that the crisis was over, she would have to get that done. Plus, Rave couldn't do all the work.

She suddenly felt a sharp pain in her chest. She took her soul out and gave it a once-over. It was the same blue color as it had once been. The cracking was somewhat better, but still there, spiderwebbed across it. She guessed it would probably cause her pain somewhat regularly.

She kept going. She had work to do.