You feel as though you are floating through complete darkness you can't even see your own hand- actually, you can't feel your hand… you- you can't feel anything! Is this it? Are you dead? Is this death? Fuck- you are nothing but a consciousness! Not to mention, fully conscious! In… unconsciousness- but… conscious- but dead?
Nono- this makes no sense- er- should it? You're dead, does that mean you know everything or nothing? No- not nothing, you can certainly remember your life… actually- now that you focus on life, you feel something, an energy? Er- yeah, no, you can feel your body it was always there, you must be asleep.
You don't want to wake up really, but the energy feels so panicked, worried… ugh, you have to make sure they dont worry, it would be rude.
“Mmmnnnnngh… im up… lemme… ughhh…” you start mumbling. “OH! oh you’re alright! Oh thank the stars! Thank the stars…” you hear the lady express.
“Yup… lemme… sleep…” you huff, turning on your side.
Wait…
Wait you fell down a mountain- right? Or- was the past entire day a dream?? A really realistic if not insane dream.
You don't want to know… too tired, too confusing…
“Oh, oh I see. But do you know your name, birthday, and what year it is right now?”
“Y/n, b/d, and yy” you reply groggily.
“Good good, nice to meet you y/n, you may-” she starts as you feel your body lifted by… quite, large and soft arms,”sleep at my house okay? But every hour i'll wake you for this information okay? Healing magic isn't particularly effective on humans and their brain traumas…”
… m… magic? Humans???
NO… is she a monster? The legends? Your eyes snap open, wide, taking in a furry white goat lady in a purple dress…
Ahaha… you're still dreaming…
The monster's ruby eyes glance at you.
“Ah, I'm sure you are afraid and confused child… I am Toriel, caretaker of the ruins and mother- ah- adoptive, to a human child named frisk. The underground is quite the peaceful place- although quite lively in some areas, you have nothing to fear. Except the flower of course, but I can protect you from them.” Toriel explains smiling warmly at you.
You are unsure how to react… there's another human? And… ok…
“Good… night” you huff falling limp almost comically.
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under our skin (sans x reader)
Fanfictionso....... yeah, im alive and decided to do something that may or may not continue at all and if it doesn't rip... anyway, psychetale makes me cringe so hard, but i love the actual story. just not the way i wrote it so im completely and totally reboo...
