Axetale

Prologue

Darkness, a substance that loves to spread over all things and yet....it can't. I can't see. Why can't I see? Everything's so dark...and.....quiet.

"F-Fr.....iiii....ssskkk...." I heard myself try to say as a tear rolled harmlessly down my cheek. I tried to move but my body hurt in several major places, especially my left eye. I reached up and my hand brushed against a piece of cloth neatly wrapped around my head.

"So that's why it's so dark" I thought in my head.

I pulled it off a little and saw a little bit of light shining onto the ceiling from another room. I turned my aching head and saw our kitchen glowing like a piece of heaven in a never ending darkness. I struggled off the couch and blankets fell onto the dirty floor covered in stains and dirt. I stood, shaking violently, twitching with an uncontrollable and uncomfortable intensity. I stumbled like a drunken sailor to the door and fell right through it. I recovered after a few stunned moments, getting up onto my knees. I saw the fridge, left open by the slightest. It was so....exciting, my stomach gurgled like I hadn't eaten in years. I opened it and a hotdog fell off and onto the floor. I pounced on it like a wild dog, tearing it to shreds and devouring it senselessly.

"M-mo.....ooorrrreee" I heard my stomach tell me.

I continued to try and quench the hunger inside of me, burning with such a passion it hurt my chest and very soul to its core. I stood up a few minutes (hours?) later and looked at my reflection in a pot of water sitting on the stove. I screamed, or made a weird noise that might have resembled that of a cat being strangled. My hand went up to my left eye covering it and holding it. I felt no pain from it but it looked terrible. A huge gaping hole in my skull, with cracks branching out like a lake of breaking ice. I fell to my knees shaking and screaming in my head. I wanted to tear it off, make it go away. I tore at my eye trying to make the hole disappear somehow, but the stubborn hole stood its ground and didn't listen to my cat strangle protesting. I started crying, defeated by a hole in my once decent looking face, my smile stayed as wide as ever. The smile made me look like a psychopath. I frowned, my locked teeth forming a more suitable look for how I felt. I heard the kitchen door creak open as a very tired and worried voice called my name from across the room.

"S-Sans? B-brother are you alive?" The voice said with a tone lined with worry and confusion.

I turned to look at my brother.

"P-Pap....yruuussss?" My voice whispered barely loud enough to make out.

His face turned from worry and curiosity to pure, unfiltered, fear.

"Y-YOUR EYE!!" Papyrus shrieked.

I stood with tears still streaming down my cheeks and gave him a look of hurt. His face became less fearful and more sympathetic. He came over, opening his arms and embracing me in a loving hug of someone who would still love you if you looked like a nightmare-ish monster. He began to cry over my shoulder as I shakily rose my arms and wrapped them around him. He fell onto his knees holding me so tight like we had lived in different galaxies for our whole lives.

"I missed you Sans" Papyrus choked through sobs.

"H-Huu...ng..rrrryyy" I whispered silently.

"I will get you some food brother" He managed as his breathing slowed.

We stayed there, hugging each other for what felt like years. He got up and escorted me to the couch, wrapping me up again with my "101 Punny Puns for Dads". He headed out the door, telling me to stay there so he could find me some food. I obeyed.