Impure Saint (MareNight)

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Night sucked in a hard breath, eyes frantically searching for his assailant only to see white powdery snow and tall trees.

He let out a shaky exhale, calm down.

He inhaled, relax.

He choked, panic.

It was one frantic movement the caused him to go from laying on cold snow to sitting with his back against a tree. Hand grabbing hold of his arm while his other hand reached up to his face.

Sobs caught viciously in his throat, fingers digging into his face and arm. "This is some sort of sick nightmare..! He wouldn't! He wouldn't! I know he's mean but he wouldn't!"

He kept denying the events that just occurred, his body trembling as his fingers finally draw blood. Tears flooding from his sockets like an unrelenting cascade. He whispered meaningless lies to himself, his entire body going into over drive.

The throbbing pain in his head and ribs was numb, his mind to focused on the overwhelming sensation of fear and dread.

That monster had attempted to defile his soul, something that held Night's last bit of purity.

He attempted to calm down, only to choke back another sob and crumble under the emotional pressure. His soul was on fire, it burned with overwhelming fear.

And it hurt, he wanted to scream and beg for mercy to whatever god decided to throw him to the shithole he was stuck in- but he couldn't. He couldn't scream, not because physically he was under turmoil, it was because of fear. He had no idea where he was.

How did he even get here? Did he somehow manage to make a portal like his brother? Possibly...

He paused for about fifteen minutes... his breathing finally calming as the searing pain in his soul finally calmed in small waves of aches that felt similar to the feeling when you lay on you stomach to long. His body now focusing the pain in his head, ribs, face, and arm.

He looked to his sleeve, and seemingly, he'd managed to rip a hole into it. He raised his hand to the back of his head, freezing when his didn't feel his crown on his head. He pulled his focus from that, reminding himself of his injury when his fingers brushed the bruised area. Wincing, he pulled his hand away before looking to his ribs, a few were bleeding, he could fix that.

Tearing off his sleeve was easy enough since there was already a hole, tearing it in half took more effort. Carefully he used the fabric to wrap his ribs, wincing harshly as his own touch.

He rebuttoned his shirt, wiping some blood off his face from where he clawed himself, not really worried about the tiny injuries he had given himself.

Carefully he stood up, wincing at the slight pain in his leg, probably from the fall he took through that portal. Huffing he put his weight on it anyway, refusing to show any sign of weakness in this new area.

He stood up tall, hissing slightly in annoyance when his shirt brushed his wrapped ribs to much.

Soon enough, Night began walking, feeling dizzy after a few steps but ignoring it painfully. He let his instincts guide him and soon enough he was out of the woods, on a path, in front of a sentry post.

It wasn't the sentry post that scared him, more like who was there at the sentry post.

A tall skeleton in one of the most revealing outfits he'd ever seen. The strong scent of roses and lavender perfume rushing into Night's senses causing him to huff out of his 'nose'.

The skeleton noticed him almost immediately and frowned at the sight of him. "Hey.."

Night jumped back, his body and mind screaming at him to not trust this person.

The tall skeleton stopped in hesitation but smiled softly, reassuringly, "It's okay, I'm not gonna hurt you." He took a moment seeing Night relax a bit, "My name is Papyrus, what about you?"

"N..Night."

Papyrus smiled, "Is it okay if I come out of my post?" Night nodded and Papyrus exited, approaching Night slowly. "You're hurt, we should get you some medical attention."

Night backed a bit at that, a doctor...? That seems a bit much... no certainty not a doctor, maybe a friend?

Papyrus stopped, "I can just take you to my brother, at least to get you cleaned up. I can tell you aren't from here, my brother's boyfriend might be able to help you get back home."

Night shook his head a bit, the last thing he wanted was to go home right now, he wanted Mare or Dream... he didn't want home.

"Well, would you still be willing to let my brother fix you up?" Papyrus asked cautiously, treating Night like an injured deer. When Night nodded Papyrus smiled, his eyes glancing to Night's leg when he shifted his weight. "Would you like me to carry you?"

Night only perked, opening his arms and reaching up. Papyrus was a bit taken aback but picked Night up regardless, smiling a bit when he let out a content sigh as the pain lessened.

Night liked Papyrus, he held no hatred. It was nice, nice to not feel overwhelming negativity all the time. This AU was nice, which ever one it was.

Night closed his eyes slightly, the mental and physical exhaustion finally starting to snag hold of him as Papyrus help him. The clothing Papyrus wore wasn't as bad as he first thought, it at least covered the more private areas so he had no problem with it, His only problem was that it gave less to grab onto, he was tried and hardly had a good grip on Papyrus, so he was thankful Papyrus was being careful with him.

When Night opened his eyes again he was being set down on a chair, he must've fallen asleep.

The world was fuzzy and it took a bit for his vision to adjust but when he finally did, Night was face to face with another, not close but not far away either.

The skeleton, whom was shorter than Papyrus, smiled at him gently. Night glanced over him, noting the the skeleton was wearing less revealing clothing but he only seemed to be wearing a sweater and short shorts. He could faintly see what appeared to be a small bump on his stomach, was he pregnant? He didn't want to assume but it seemed like it.

"Hey there," they smiled at him, "I'm Lust. You're Night, right?"

Night paused at the rhyme of his name but nodded, to which Lust smiled.

"Is it okay if I clean up your injuries? I know you just woke up but we need to get you taken care of." Lust spoke with a calming voice, sweet and caring.

Night smiled and nodded.

(I wrote all of this while listening to Minecraft background music)