With every thrust of the blade you felt more and more adrenaline coarse throughout your mortal body, enveloping your soul until you began mindlessly stabbing at the tall skeletal figure in front of you. Your mind was not only incredibly cluttered, but extremely foggy, for it felt as if you couldn't quite control nor understand your own actions. You heard footsteps behind you, causing you to instinctively turn around in a subconscious attempt to seem more innocent. Behind you was Toriel, looking disappointed yet afraid, and Sans, on the verge of tears, staring in fear at his mangled brother as you looked down at your own bloodied hands. Feeling your mind clear, you finally realized the severity of your subconscious actions and suddenly began to fear yourself, your potential, your non-existent conscious.
"I… I'm sorry…" you managed to say through a seemingly endless stream of tears. Toriel seemed extremely shocked as she realized that your actions weren't yours. She began to walk towards you excruciatingly slowly.
You suddenly felt yourself ascend quickly and descend even faster. The wave of pain you felt as you hit the ground seemed to tear into the fabric of your very being, sinking deeper into your soul than anticipated. The physical pain soon became worse than the emotional pain as you repeatedly hit the ground, wincing harder with every drop. Out of the corner of your eye you saw Sans, his hand moving rhythmically to match your movements. For a moment you realized you had forgotten that he could control the immediate gravitational flow of the area. Your movements gradually slowed before stopping as you looked up to see the skeleton quietly sobbing in Toriel's careful and gentle arms.
