Loving Every Bone in Your Body

Entry 3.7 || Hydrangea

Hydrangea, a flower that means a gratitude for being understood, but also can symbolize vanity. These flowers contain cyanide, so if too much is consumed it can be fatal.

"You have to believe me!" You yell again, gripping the metal bars on either side of your face. Papyrus, the twisted and darker version of the one you knew, didn't acknowledge your pleas. He hadn't the entire time he hauled you back to Snowdin. You weren't expecting much from him, having already run into his equally edgy brother, but you couldn't think of anything else to do. Trying to feed him some BS story to explain away your presence wasn't working.

Papyrus, in the middle of gathering many of the sharp metal bear traps and barbed wire around the shed, finally turns your way. You perk up, hoping he'd finally talk, give you something to work off of. He seems to get that's exactly what you want and he only smirks, flashing his jagged boney teeth, before turning and slamming the door behind him. You sigh loudly, hanging your head.

You supposed you were waiting for Sans to appear and enact his revenge for what you'd done to him in the alley. You couldn't think of any other reason you were just left here. The brothers had a plan, you're sure. Whatever it was though, you didn't want to be here when they saw it through.

This version of the Underground was twisted. While Papyrus practically dragged you back to his house, any monster that witnessed threw a blind eye. Not one of them cared or answered your cries of help. Instead you watched one of them turn around and pickpocket the monster next to them. The monsters in this underground were scarred and rugged. The smaller ones coward in fear while the stronger ones stalked the streets with terrifying confidence. You were positive when you passed one of the alleyways you saw a monster get dusted. The memory makes your stomach roll and cements your will to escape before either monster comes back.

You were in a shed. You'd seen it in passing multiple times, but you can't remember ever having been in it before. You wonder if the shed in your timeline is anything like this one. You hope not. This one had walls covered in stained tools. You're sure the neither of the brothers used them for their actual purpose. Saw blades of all shapes and sizes were on the table against the tool wall. It looked like someone had been in the middle of sorting them before they'd been interrupted.

Heading to the bars you reach your hand out through them. It's then that you really notice how far apart they are. Maybe you didn't need some grand plan to get out of this place before one of the brothers came back. Slipping your shoulder out, you follow with your head and then with your left side. Out of everything you've seen of this new Papyrus, the way this cell was built was probably the only familiar thing. Your Papyrus was just as... Forgiving with his trap details. Having bars too spaced out was a trap you'd stumbled upon multiple times with Paps.

You move to pull your leg out with you but you jerk back. You frown, twisting a bit more to try and pull yourself out. When you don't budge you try pushing back but you still don't move. You... had gotten yourself stuck.

Feeling heat in your cheeks and a sinking feeling of embarrassment you try to forcefully move yourself in their direction. It only starts to hurt your hips. Just as you start cursing you hear the click of bones on the door.

Sans is in the doorway, his back to you. "I got this boss." He says to whoever's outside. They don't reply, all you hear is a growl, before Sans is turning your way. You try one final time to get unstuck, but it's futile.

"Looks like my bro caught you like the rat you are." Sans says, voice sounding like he'd had one too many cigarettes. When his eye lights catch you, stuck between the bars, his voice catches. He stares for a beat before he bursts out laughing. It echoes in the shed and you feel your face grow hotter.