okay here is the dealio I have been over this thing with a fine tooth comb and I have fixed countless punctuation mistakes cause I suck at things like that. I think i did a fine job but if you nit pick at it you WILL find things i missed to which i say maybe if you spent less time being an anal retentive jerk maybe you could enjoy the story more. next don't complain about the paragraphs this IS how there supposed to be formatted, three to five sentences. look it up. Now that's been covered if you find plot holes or bad sentence structure please let me know i WILL fix them. if any of the words are foreign to you, ask ill be happy to explain. one last thing, this is my second fic but for the love of whatever deity you serve DON'T READ MY FIRST ONE IT SUCKS SOOO BAD YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED. Now please enjoy
The moon shone brightly that night above the towering gaze of Mount Ebbott. The tears that filled her eyes caused the moon to almost seem like it had a tail. she looked up at it directly and wondered what stories it could tell. She chuckled at her own stupidity. The moon with a tail could tell a tale. Her ribs hurt from HIM hitting her so laughing...not so fun. They were probably bruised maybe even cracked but she refused to go back. There was no point, in a few weeks she would be 18 and she'd be out on the streets anyway. She could stay in the forest and survive she guessed. The mountain had many mysteries surrounding it and most people didn't dare to venture here. She was the odd one out. with her "home" life being sooo...well best not to dwell.
The point was the mountain seemed to call to her on nights like this, promising to wrap her in its strong embrace and protect her from the evils of this world. She was planning how to survive in the rugged outdoors when she felt the ground drop out beneath her. It felt like an eternity and a instant at the same time before she hit the ground, then every thing went black. When she opened her eyes again she could feel the warmth of the sun on her face. She dared to crack her eyes and instantly regretted it. The sun was directly above her and was very painful. She hissed and instantly regretted that as well. If her ribs weren't broken last night then they sure as hell were now. She rolled over and stopped, closing her eyes again deciding that she could get some more sleep, it wasn't as if she had anywhere to be. or wanted to be. Slowly sleep took her again.
This time when she awoke the moon was caressing her with soft light, almost if to say wake up my child its time to go. She did as she was told and slowly pulled herself up, the pain in her ribs persisted and she realized belatedly that she had a broken leg too...right before she hit the dirt. She let the fuzziness clear before she made another go at it. As she stood this time she felt a drip down her face and realized her scalp was split. Well shit those bleed really bad and she sure as shit wasn't gonna move very fast with a broken leg and cracked ribs. She looked down at her torn shirt and decided that it was for the greater good. She'd just make sure that plenty was left to cover herself when she crossed into civilization. She wrapped her head tightly to stem the blood flow. OK now she just needed to figure out how to carry her pack. She flung it over the side that wasn't broken. She took a painful deep breath and started walking through the maze of caverns.
As she continued she noticed that her vision was getting blurry, but there was definitely structures lining these walls. They were some kind of ruins. she felt like she had been walking for days..hours, maybe only minutes, she wasn't sure. Her head was getting fuzzy and her breathing was coming in labored. She had to find people soon or she was gonna die in her beloved mountain. Which at this moment didn't seem so bad she was soo tired. Suddenly the coldest blast of air hit her and she saw light at the end of the tunnel. She paused, well she knew she wasn't going to hell unless the rumors were true about it freezing over, but not being able to see anymore was making her pause at the idea of going towards the light. She shook her head at her thought train, which was a bad idea and caused her to stumble ..which in turn caused her to hit a wall...which caused her to shout in pain...which caused the walls to rumble...and rumble...and rumble...shit. She found a sudden burst of energy and ran through the light just in time for the cave to collapse.
She found herself in freezing cold snow...what the fuck, its the middle of summer. She decided this was not the time to figure this out, she was still bleeding from her head and that cave had just tried to eat her. Fucking cause and effect. She was starting slip from blood loss but who the fuck cared. No damn body that's who. Why the fuck was she still fighting to live. The mountain had given her the perfect out. She didn't even have to commit suicide. Just wait for death to find her. She flipped the cave the bird and started to giggle uncontrollably. She was sooo fucked. She rolled over and looked around. Still couldn't see right, but she decided to follow the area with the most white in straight lines. She figured that would be a path, if not she was screwed anyway.
She started trudging until she came upon what she assumed was a fork in the road. She was trying to decide which way would kill her and which would save her when a voice made her jump clear out of her skin, "Sup". She shouted, "Motherfucker!" The speaker was male to say the least but, she couldn't quite get a grip on that voice. It was like hollowed out bones being struck against dead wood. It reverberated through her chest in a most pleasing way. Then again it could just be blood loss talking. The bone drums started again "Well a time or two but I'm pretty sure that's not how you greet a new friend." She was not in the least in the mood for this guys BS. "listen bub i don't have any clue if your my friend, you could be some sicko here to off me, which if you are then just do it already the works half done." He chuckled, "Don't ya think maybe we should at least have dinner first before we go that far, i like fast food but damn." She somehow found enough blood to blush wildly from tip to toe. His chuckle rang out again. Well shit at least if she was gonna die she could die with that delicious sound in her chest. She felt more than saw the edges of her vision going black, she had half a mind to fight it, but she was just so damn tired.
She started to fall and she had accepted it, almost welcoming it with open arms. Was this it, was she done? She looked up to see what she thought looked like death. A white smiling skull with a hood over it. Handsome devil, you know, for a skeleton. Suddenly she felt arms around her, boney yet strong arms. She reached up weakly to put her hand on his face, "Can we go home now death, I'm so tired." The last thing she heard was that bone drum cursing. "Shit kid i didn't realize it was this bad, I'll get you some where safe. Don't worry i know a short cut." The next thing she remembered was a loud shouting and the distinct feeling of floating. She must have been still between realms of sleep and wakefulness because she could swear the shouting was something about "OMG its another human and its hurt, I'll go get dad."
Then the blackness swallowed her again. This time when wakefulness came to her she was on a bed. It smelled of cigarettes and ketchup..why? She waited for light to come to her eyes but it didn't. She opened her eyes and still nothing. Oh shit. She started to get up, but the strangest hand held her down. She swore it had...a hole...right in the middle of its palm, and just like bone drums it was very bony. "Rest my child your eyes are fine, just covered, you had a concussion and torn retinas, they just need time to heal." This guys voice was just as strange as bone drums, but it didn't reverberate. It soothed, she felt safe. This must be bone drums dad. "Now my child sleep, for when you awake next i must start to heal you. I can not now because it takes a lot out of you and you do not yet have the strength to endure it." She thought to question it, but suddenly a warm comforting sensation overwhelmed her and she was swallowed again.
She was really getting tired of waking up to new things, but really what choice did she have. There was that strange hand on her rib-cage and it was traveling higher. Oh hell no. She didn't have time to think about that hot electric feeling that was following it. She swung and missed, but what did she expect, she was blind for the time being. Strong hands grasped her wrists. She heard B. drum say, "Shit shes gonna screw up all of you and paps work." B. dad said in such a calm voice it was unnerving, "Then would you please hold her down. I cannot both hold her down and heal her at the same time." The hand that held her wrists passed them to, she could only assume, B. drums. What the fuck had she gotten herself into. She'd rather of been dead than this shit.
She decided she only had one choice at this moment, fight. She kicked and thrashed, it hurt sooo bad, she felt her ribs protesting at all the movement, cuts and bruises became more known, she felt so much blood running down her face, her leg seemed to be on fire. B. drum was quite good at his assigned task dodging her swings and kicks, perceiving where she would try next, and it seemed this was a losing battle, but she was determined. Then she found her bad leg between B. drums boney thighs. Oh god this was gonna hurt. She was a shitty fighter but damned if this didn't work every time. She mustard all the force and courage she could find and rammed her thigh into his crotch...and nothing. Well not nothing, it hurt him, but there was nothing...squishy like there should be, just hard pelvis. To seal the deal she then she slammed her head into his causing him to let go and fall to the floor.
She heard B. drum cursing on the floor, and she grinned. She went to get up and B. dad chuckled, "Didja forget about me, sans you okay i was not aware of how much spunk she had." Those strange hands grabbed her wrists again and stood her up. B. drum chuckled "I'm fine and at least we know she has enough strength to handle healing. Damned if i ain't lucky y'all figured out how to raise my hp or I'd be dust." Hp? Dust? What were these lunatics talking about. B. dad chuckled, "Quite, now if you could please try again, she really needs the help, as she began to thrash I felt her rib dislodge. If she keeps moving around she might puncture a lung." He leaned in, she could tell because she could feel the warmth of a body, but there was no breath against her face. Weird. "Now young lady if you would please refrain from struggling against my son I am trying to help you. You could easily puncture your lung and that is much more difficult to heal. You have already started bleeding again from your scalp. My patience has its limits."
She felt like she was being scolded by a parent whose worry was wearing them thin. Well that's what she had always imagined one would sound like. She'd never had anything close to that. She squinted her eyes despite the wrap still over them and assumed that she was looking him in the eyes, "I didn't let my foster dad get away with that shit for five years, what makes you think ill let you get away with it now" B. dad spluttered "How old...I'm not...He what...I AM TRYING TO HEAL YOU NOT MOLEST YOU" She snorted, "Hey Joseph smith I don't care what the aliens told you about how "SPECIAL" you are, you cannot heal some one with your spaghetti monster blessed hands." From somewhere behind her B. drum started to laugh, even hitting the floor at some point judging by the thud. "Gaster I like her." B. dad hmphd, "See how much you like her when she cracks your head and I don't heal you. Listen my dear I know you are confused and hurt and none of this makes sense to you, but you have to believe me I mean you no harm...of any kind. Now young lady I AM going to lay you back down I AM going to hand you over to my son and I AM going to heal you even if i have to knock you out to do so. Though i would rather not."
B. dad took a step forward which forced her back then another then another till she felt a heat on her back unique to body warmth. When B. drum put his hands on her arms she flinched and then stiffened which prompted him to rub her arms reassuringly. B. dad was also doing his best to reassure her by rubbing his boney thumbs over her wrists. She loosened up, it was working, as a matter of fact she was getting sleepy. Maybe she was wrong, they were delusional, but not pervs or killers. She sighed, "OK i submit, ill try it your way even though i still think your crazy" B. dad laughed and pushed an errant hair behind her ear, "You are entitled to your opinions. Okay just lay down and stretch your arms above your head. Its better for me to reach the broken rib, stretches them out and makes them more accessible. This will hurt when i put it back, so i will have my son hold you down for your own safety, plus you cannot afford another outburst like that so he will be the insurance policy. Please understand I am not wishing to make you uncomfortable, but i see no alternative."
She carefully sat down on the bed then laid down and stretched her arms above her head as far as they would go. She let out a shuddering breath more from anxiousness than pain. Her shirt raised up from the stretching and it made her very uncomfortable. Then boney hands grasped her wrists and placed two boney knees between her thighs. She knew she was blushing, "Is this position entirely necessary." She could feel B. drums eyes on her, "The spread legs are because I'm not to keen on getting racked again." she shrugged as best she could, "fair enough, its just, I don't know, listen I'm sorry for racking you and cracking your head." Suddenly she felt a very painful grinding sensation in her ribs and she screamed.
A boney hand covered her mouth, "Sorry kid i know it hurts but gasters gotta put it back before he can heal it." She tried to fight the instinct to thrash, but there was only so much she could do. She locked her legs around B. drums knees attempting to stay still, but her hips came up of there own accord trying to escape the pain. She heard a grunt and was worried she had hurt B. drum again. It was the last push she needed to gain control of her flailing body. Little did she know the grunt had nothing to do with pain. She held still for the most part till the pain, all of it ebbed away and all she could feel was the sensation of B. dads hand on her ribs. Everyone was panting from there own things B. dad from healing B. drum from restraining her and she of course from thrashing and pain. B. dad stood up, but stumbled due to exhaustion. B. drum immediately got up to help his father, "Gaster you can't do anymore, rest, we can take care of her leg tomorrow."
B. dad sighed, "We can't wait sans she's been here for three days, her leg will get to the point we'll have to re-break it to make sure it doesn't heal crooked. Then there is her scalp. That thing has been bleeding albeit at a much slower rate for the same amount of time. She's gonna have blood loss issues soon, plus it won't help her healing leg or her eyes, I've gotta do it now." She sat up to argue and was shocked that there was absolutely no pain in her ribs. She lifted her shirt out of habit to look at it, leaned her head back and face palmed, she couldn't see. B. drum and B. dad watched her with a blush. Not thinking of them she had lifted her shirt a bit high. B. dad cleared his throat. Realizing what she had done, she blushed wildly and shoved her shirt down. B. drum said in a strained voice that had nothing to do with embarrassment, "What was that about." She laughed nervously from the former embarrassment, "I was just surprised that there was no pain in my ribs." She had always thought herself open minded, but apparently magic was real cause her ribs were well and truly healed... She'd need time to digest that. Magic...magic...magic was real. Well that would explain the floating, might even explain the whole human thing she thought she heard. Still didn't explain the cold or why they were so underfed.
Maybe she would start to cook for them while she was here. Put some meat on those bones. She wondered how they felt about spaghetti. She had zoned out for a minute and B. dad and B. drum had gone back to arguing. It was her turn to clear her throat, "Um excuse me, when I woke up didn't one of you say something about another person who had begun the healing process, maybe he can take care of my leg as for my scalp I can do that myself, maybe not as efficient as your way but, it's been serving mankind just fine for a very long time." She didn't want to cause B. dad anymore trouble than she already had. She already felt like a total ass for her actions. B. drum snapped his fingers, "That's a great idea kid, he's at work but I'll go get him. I'll be back in like 30 minutes." Then he was gone. She rolled her eyes, "My name is lianne dang-it and stop calling me kid I'm basically 18 butt head," she said to no-one in particular.
She had assumed that B. dad had left with his son. He was actually watching her, analyzing her actions, pondering why; when he had scanned her he had found so many healed broken bones, even some wounds from just before she fell down here judging by the healing that had already taken place. She started searching for her back pack hoping it was by the bed. They hadn't placed it there, but gaster quietly pushed the pack within her reach. She started digging in it after placing it on the bed and opening it. She pulled out some cotton gauze and a bottle that read alcohol on the side. Gaster wondered why she was so prepared. Had she been camping on the mountain they were under? Nah that can't be it no parent would allow there child to go camping completely alone in a dangerous forest. No that couldn't be it.
She began feeling along the lines of the cut. Then she took the cotton swab and felt her way to the top of the bottle making absolutely sure the cotton ball was over the hole completely before she tipped it over, soaking it. She closed the lid then put it back in her backpack then began meticulously cleaning the wound. Once she was finished she reached in her bag and pulled out a small baggy with some already bloody swabs in it to be thrown away later. Two things went through Gasters head, why was there already bloody swabs in the bag and she was very organized, papyrus would like her. She placed the baggy back in her bag and dug around some more, eventually pulling out a small circular container and some thread. Gasters supraorbital bones furrowed, what was that for. She proceeded to put a long piece of thread through a needle she had removed from the circular object. As she began lifting her arm above her head, pointing the needle to her scalp, Gaster figured it out.
He dashed forward grabbing her wrists tightly, scaring the bageebus out of her because she had thought she was alone, "Good gravy don't do that to me I could of poked an eye out...although right now that wouldn't have made much difference hahaha." Gaster was panting, "Nothing about what you were gonna do is funny. Once papyrus is done healing your leg, sans can take care of your scalp. He's not the best at healing but he is fully capable of healing some split skin, then tomorrow after I have rested I will heal your torn retinas with pleasure. I don't know what your life was like before, I can only imagine it was not easy considering what I have seen and what you've said, but now your here with us and you don't have to worry about anything. No one will hurt you while your here, we will care for you."
Lianne's eyes began to overflow, without meaning to this strange man had said what she had longed to here for her entire life. Her heart broke because she dared not hope that she could stay, she would not poison this wonderful household and she knew at the bottom of her soul that this was a wonderful house she would not poison this house with her miserable destiny. She was toxic to joy and she would leave the next night after B. dad healed her. She had only known them really for a couple of hours but she was going to miss them. Maybe she could...no, stop that, don't be selfish. After a few days with her they would realize what a mess she was and wouldn't want her around anymore, that would hurt worse than just leaving and she was a coward, she would rather leave with a few happy memories than sullying the whole experience with her taint. She wiped her eyes on her shoulder and clamped down on any future hopes, "I'm sorry, I was trying to help I didn't mean to upset you."
Gaster sighed, his sans did the same thing when he had something on his mind that he didn't want to burden papyrus with. Speaking of the devils one burst in through the door with, "I THE GREAT PAPYRUS HAVE COME TO HEAL YOU HUMAN. IT IS VERY NICE TO MEET YOU AND I AM SURE THE FEELING IS RECIPROCATED." sans followed behind him shaking his head but with a endearing smile. Lianne smiled then began to giggle, "You are correct I am very honored to meet you great papyrus." Gaster looked at her and the shadows left her eyes when she laughed and it warmed his soul. He knew he didn't know her in the slightest but he wanted more of that laughter. He wanted it to fill their house. Sans was having similar feelings about her laughter, "Oh please don't encourage him."
Papyrus looked at the human on the bed with a thoughtful look on his face. Lianne could feel the scrutiny all the way up her spine. Papyrus clapped his hands together, "THE GREAT PAPYRUS HAS DECIDED YOU ARE THE MOST ADORABLE HUMAN HE HAS EVER MET I SHALL PICK YOU UP." Before she or gaster and sans could protest, papyrus had picked her up and hugged her. He was huge, she felt like a child in a giants arms. Gaster stood up and took her form papyrus arms and she had the revelation that B. dad was almost as tall as this giant. He cradled her in his arms and tapped his foot, "papyrus her leg is broken and I just finished healing her ribs and this is how you decide to treat a wounded girl." papyrus sounded apologetic, "I'm sorry she is just so adorable and small, even smaller than sans. And a fair amount cuter too." Sans protested, hey I'm not that short, but I definitely agree with her being very cute."
Lianne blushed so hard, then papyrus exclaimed, "OMG SHE CAN CHANGE COLORS SHE'S EVEN MORE ADORABLE WHEN SHE DOES THAT." Gaster sighed and placed Lianne back on the bed which disappointed lianne slightly and she didn't understand why she would have to delve into that conundrum later. Gaster said, "Please papyrus could you heal her, she needs her scalp healed by sans and food before she returns to sleep. Lets not keep her up too long." papyrus in his usual way responded with, "AH YES I'M SORRY FATHER I WAS DISTRACTED BY THE CUTE, LET US BEGIN." After a bit more pain, due of the force she put into her kick she had dislodged that break as well, they were done after an hour.
Lianne stood carefully and just as the last time she was flabbergasted by the lack of pain. She looked down despite not seeing anything and tentatively took a few steps. Gaster was right next to her to make sure she didn't fall. she looked up again just out of habit, and stuck out her hand, "Hello I am Lianne thank you for helping me." sans snorted, "what are you doing kid" lianne smiled, "well at one point you accused me of not introducing myself to a new friend properly, at the time I didn't know you were my friend, well now I know and I'm pretty sure this is how you introduce yourself to a new friend, unless of course you do it differently."
There was and innuendo in her voice, omg was she flirting, what the hell was wrong her. Sans turned bright blue from his blush because yes she was flirting and he had picked it up. Papyrus got excited, "OMG SANS YOU CAN CHANGE COLORS TOO I DIDN'T REALIZE THAT. I ALREADY STATED MY NAME BUT ITS SO AWESOME AND COOL I SHALL REPEAT IT I AM THE GREAT PAPYRUS." lianne grinned, she liked this guy. B. dad took her hand, "I am W.D Gaster, you may call me Gaster it is a pleasure to know your name as well." He then kissed her hand. She laughed, "Oh good I was tired of calling you Bone Dad and Bone Drum." She could feel his pause, "Bone...Dad?" She blushed slightly, "Well it's cause your so skinny, you all really need to put some meat on your bones ya know, and your Bone Drums father so...yeah."
They all at laughed her and it confused her and also filled her with a rush, she really liked that sound." Gaster said with that delicious sound in his voice, "We shall work on that. So what is a bone drum." Lianne smiled, "it's a ancient drum that used a hollow dead log with hollowed out bones to create a very low reverberating sound. And that's what your son sounds like to me." She could almost hear the men in front of her recoil, weird. Eventually she heard, "That sounds demented but I'm sans." He put his hand in hers and it just blew her mind how skinny this guy was, then he squeezed and a fart noise emanated from there conjoined hands. The rubber beneath her palm was warm. It was probably in some pocket for just such an occasion. She giggled, it was a terrible joke but, it was kinda cute all the same.
She yawned as big as her jaw would allow causing a muffled pop. It put her in the mood for a good stretch. She reached as high as her body would allow, her spine popped in a few places, but she wasn't done yet. She leaned back causing her spine in between her shoulder-blades to pop deliciously, next she leaned forward,with her arms intertwined behind her back, popping her shoulders, shoulder blades and strangely her sternum. She straightened and turned as far as her spine would allow, which was actually quite far, popping quite a few vertebrae. Then she turned in the other direction and finished her spine. She leaned her head one way then another and the cracks that came from her neck were vicious. She sighed in satisfaction, then laced her fingers and pushed them out popping her elbows and fingers. Then she took each finger and pulled up, popping the middle knuckles.
When she was finished she suddenly realized it was really quite quiet, "Umm is everything okay." It stayed quiet for a second longer before papyrus shouted, "OMG human what is wrong with you." She could almost hear sans and gaster recoiling from her. She didn't understand. It felt amazing to her after so long without activity. Well whatever, she'd ask later why it bothered them so much when she could see them and read there faces. "Um I don't mean to impose but, I was wondering if I could have a couple of pieces of bread. Papyrus spoke again, "BREAD, NYEH HEH HEH SILLY HUMAN I THE GREAT PAPYRUS, MASTER SPAGHETTI CHEF WOULD NEVER LET MY FRIENDS HAVE LESS THAN THE BEST MEANING MY SPAGHETTI NYEH HEH HEH" She certainly didn't want to offend papyrus or her hosts, plus she was ridiculously hungry but, she really didn't want to impose. "I am immensely grateful for the offer but, I'm not sure i could handle that much food while still healing so the bread is all i ask for."
Gaster hummed deep in his throat, "You are lying my dear, I happen to know you should be ravenous right now and you need as much as you can get while you still heal, so tell me child why are you avoiding papyrus's spaghetti." Lianne started to rub her arms and looked away despite being blind, "No really I'm fine" Suddenly familiar arms picked her up bridal style, "You know kid your a shitty liar. Come on lets go eat and then I'll heal your scalp, then sleep." lianne protested in sans arms, "No no no its not necessary, you guys can just point me to the nearest town and I'll find a hospital." All three of them laughed in unison again and she decided right then and there it was the second best sound that she would ever hear, and for as long as she lived no matter how miserable she got she would look back on that sound and it would make everything a bit lighter.
Sans placed her in a seat at what she assumed was the table. The sound of a plate being placed in front of her had her instinctively reaching for flatware. She heard a chair slide over and a hand with a hole it put theirs over hers, "Please my dear let me help you." There was was something in that voice that implied more than just with her food it also brooked no argument. She acquiesced and her chair was turned and gaster fed her somehow, without shattering her dignity. She reveled in the happy conversations and bickering that proceeded. Apparently Sans was very fond of puns and it drove papyrus crazy which since they were brothers it just incited more puns from sans. She felt a twist in her gut. This is what she had always wanted. A family. A home filled with love. Something she didn't dare hope to have.
A finger ran over her cheek wiping away an errant tear. "Why do your eyes leak my dear." She blushed, "Oh its nothing, probably my eyes healing or something." Gaster hmm again, he did that a lot it seemed, "My dear that is not how eyes work." She chuckled nervously, "No? Well i have no clue then." She could almost feel gaster narrowing his eyes at her. She coughed, signaling that she wished for it to be dropped, Gaster took her hands and led her to the couch. They watched a movie, she listened while gaster put her leg over his lap, it was extremely comfortable. At first she was trying hard not to lean on sans who was on the other side of her. She felt him move something, chuckle and grab her arm and lay her gently on his lap. Apparently what he had moved was a pillow for her to lay on. The comfort intensified. Papyrus took it upon himself to act as the vision impaired helper by describing in great detail what was going on the screen. It was blissful.
She had never been so content in her life, never so secure. As the movie ended she realized she had once again, dropped her guard. Damn it. She shot up off San's strangely comfy lap and tried to get all the way up too fast, causing an old injury to act up and she fell. Immediately three men jumped up to help her only to conk heads and fall to the floor as well. Lianne started to laugh so hard she had to curl up, as she did so did the men started laughing as well. There it was again. That beautiful sound of all three of them laughing. Lianne looked up at the ceiling and realized she could live in this moment.
The men still chuckling finished getting up and helped Lianne onto the couch. Gaster knelt between her knees still chuckling, "What happened my dear, why did you fall. Are you still hurt?" Lianne also still glowing dropped her guard and told the truth. "Just an old injury in my hip from being kicked." Her face dropped when she realized what she had divulged. Gaster didn't say anything just put his hand on her hip and that tingly sensation that came with being healed started. After he was finished he sighed, "Its out of place. its an easy fix but, not a pleasant one. Lianne laughed darkly, "What else is new today" Gaster apologized, "why wasn't..how old..."sigh"...my dear this is going to hurt a lot and no amount of magic will change it.
Gaster went to put his hand over her mouth but she stopped him, "I can handle this I am tough, I swear" No magic was used this time, just good old fashioned force. He put both hands on one side of her hip, then leaned down quickly and with an absurd amount of force for such a skinny guy, then leaned forward, pushing her hip down and back. She grabbed for the first thing she could and ended fisting her hands in his shirt. He was wearing a hoodie, weird, the way he talked she imagined that he would like wear a suit all the time. She was pale and sweating but, she refused to scream she wasn't gonna make feel him worse than he probably already did. Sans sighed, "All right Gaster it's my turn."
He again picked her up bridal style and began carrying her to his bedroom. As she thought about the implications, she couldn't help the blush that raged over her face. Sans reached his room and placed her on her feet. He sighed again, "okay so this wont hurt in the slightest but, it'll be...awkward. I need to be really close to the wound to see it to make sure every thing seals properly and it'll take a while so frankly I really don't want to sit in a uncomfortable position for next however long so I'm gonna need you to sit on my lap." She swore she heard crickets like in a cartoon. Well it made sense to her even if did make her incredibly uncomfortable. She Grinned and said in a loud voice, "Well I could always do it with the needle and thread instead." From downstairs she heard Gaster, "you will do no such thing young lady." She chuckled and so did Sans, "I said it before I'll say it again I like you kid you've got a real bratty streak in you."
She heard him sit down, "Are you ready kid" She took a deep breath and nodded, suddenly she was picked up, a cold tingly sensation zipping though her spine. The most disconcerting thing was that she didn't feel anything touching her she was frig-gen floating. He gently placed her on his lap then waited till she got used to it. She took another breath, "Alright I'm ready um where do you want me to place my hands." He put her hands on his shoulders and crossed his legs placing her in the middle, it was really quite comfortable if awkward as heck. She felt the skin in her scalp begin to stitch back together, She whispered, "Um can I talk or will that mess you up." He sounded distracted which she imagined was a good thing but replied, "you can go ahead and talk, just don't move." OK so what does she talk about, "So do you have a better talent than healing in the magic department or do your specialties lie elsewhere."
She almost stopped breathing, and he stopped stitching. There was two things wrong with that sentence, first it was incredibly rude. Maybe he was sensitive about his magic and two that last part sounded like a innuendo. Why did whenever she open her mouth around him, she ended up sounding like a horny idiot. She didn't know anything about him not even what he looked like. Not that she had ever cared about looks but, she had never been attracted to anyone before Either. He coughed, "My magic skills lie in battle so you can imagine it doesn't get much use, which is why my brother thinks I'm so lazy." she said , "oh okay."
Well she was out of ideas so she began to start making lazy circles on his shoulder close to his neck. Sans started to breath heavy and stopped stitching, "you are really gonna need to stop that, your making it very hard for me to...focus." He put his hand on her back hip to drive home his reasoning. She took her hand off his shoulder so fast he might as well have burnt her. She was quiet and still for the rest of the time, so still in fact she was pretty sure she fell asleep on him. This was confirmed the next morning when she woke up to his arm slung over her hips. She gently removed his hand and slid out of his bed. Unfortunately it wasn't gently enough. She stiffened freezing in place, which she realized later was ridiculous, she was blind not him.
She heard him yawn and stretch, sleepily he said, "That was the best sleep I've had in years no nightmares or anything, I'm gonna have to sleep with you more often." She heard him sit up quickly, "That's not how I made it sound." she laughed, who was she to judge with all the innuendos she'd been spouting lately and she didn't have the excuse of being half asleep, "whelp I think it's time for some food, what do you think." Taking her out he got up and said, "yep" then he picked her up and starting walking out of the room, she fussed a bit, "you know you don't have to carry me, I can walk now you know." Sans snorted "yeah you can walk but can you see yet, do you know this house like the back of your hand." she pouted because he was right.
They reached the downstairs very quickly. And sans put her in a chair. She heard a chair pull up in front of her, the hand that was fussing with her head was Gasters, "Sans you did an amazing job with her scalp I'm impressed." Sans snorted, "Thanks gaster I'm glad you approve." gaster chuckled and there was something,..bratty in his voice, "so I didn't see you on the couch this morning where did you sleep last night." Lianne blushed but, her own bratty streak as sans had called it, lit up at the opportunity, "Mr. gaster please, it was an accident we both just were so tired, I did not take advantage of your son I promise. He is still pure...of course if he ends up pregnant I'll take responsibility."
Gaster started laughing so hard as did Sans and it was deep and rich and filled the whole kitchen with a warm feeling that Lianne couldn't refuse so she started laughing like she never had. As it died down papyrus piped up. "I DON'T UNDERSTAND" which started the laughing all over again. The second bought ended with Sans on the floor and Gaster and lianne leaning on each other to keep from falling over. Gaster wiped the tears from Lianne's face from the hard laugh, "Okay so I really need to check your brain. This will feel...intrusive." Lianne raised an eyebrow, her gut was telling her he was leaving something out but, despite her misgivings about trusting anybody she felt he only had her best interest at heart. She felt his hands over her temples. What she didn't see was Sans put his hand on Gasters shoulder to allow his magic to combine with his fathers so he could see what Gaster was about to see.
Gaster really wanted to know what he was up against. He had decided late that night as a Dr. it was his job to heal those that were wounded and not just the physical one's, and he needed access to memories and Lianne's joy was his door. He had noticed that when she was happy she dropped her guard for a few minutes. It was true gaster would check the swelling and bring it down a bit but, the brain is just one giant computer with electrical currents and he could hitch a ride to the memory banks using this momentary lapse of walling. Gaster felt bad for a sec for deceiving her like this, and using something so good for something so intrusive but, greater good and all that. He delved in and found a small bleed which was causing the swelling once he cleaned that up he got to work sifting through the memories.
He felt lianne grab his arm as he did. She had already figured out what he was doing because as he saw them, so did she. She whispered, "Gaster, please I'm begging you, don't do this, you really don't want to see this stuff, neither do you sans." Gaster was surprised that she could sense sans despite having no magic but, he dove deeper following the memory lane till he found it, Lianne wasn't more than seven. She was watching a woman repeatedly slap a little boy of about four for getting bread crumbs on the floor, despite the fact that the woman was the one who gave a four year old a sandwich on a carpet. Lianne decided it wasn't fair and she attacked the woman ramming into her and biting her an slapping her over and over just like the little boy anything to make her stop. She screamed at the little boy, "Run frisk."
It of course didn't last long the woman grabbed Lianne by the hair and slammed her into a wall an proceeded to kick her until she bled from the mouth. The memory faded as the next one came in, this one was just as horrific as the next. For every memory gaster placed each and every broken bone, cut, bruise, and he questioned the desire to go to the surface if humans could do this to there own young, the ones placed in there care and protection. Through her memory's he read her story. Abused as a baby she was placed in the foster care system to just be lost between the cracks, as home after home abused or just neglected her, which sadly were the better times for her. She refused to stand idly by while others were abused therefore getting even more abused.
Then came her current foster father. He had watched her, figuring out her weakness. He exploited her just as had for countless others. It was just as he had promised for the first year, she was happy and cared for. Then he...he sullied every happy memory he had given her. He wanted something she refused give him despite his promises that he would care for her just as he had, if she just gave what he wanted the sick bastard. He started taking away just the fun things at first, then he started to take away basic necessities like food clothes and a bed. She began running away again. Finally he decided that she was to head strong for him and he was going to "Turn her in for a more willing model." She realized the next girl might not be so strong so she threatened him that if he did, she would tell it all to the press. Even if the child services didn't believe her, his name would be ruined. So she suffered in silence. Saving countless others from his perversion. Enduring the beatings so others did not have to.
The night she fell, as Gaster had expected the break in her rib had been due to a crack caused by him. She was going to kill herself with a note about what he had done. So that no one would ever fall victim to him again. Even her dying action was to help others. As gaster pulled himself out of her mind he felt tears on his face. Lianne reached up and held his cheek bone wiping away the tear. "I'm sorry gaster i didn't want you to see the poison i brought into your house. I didn't mean to i wanted to leave as soon as i realized you were good people. I wanted to keep you all safe. I'm toxic why else would people hate me so much. Please don't cry."
Gaster began to cry in earnest, she wasn't even mad for the invasion of her privacy. How could someone so kind exist, how could someone so courageous think they were toxic, it wasn't fair that she was beaten and abused when that asshole was celebrated, "no my dear never think you are toxic or poison. You can rest now little warrior. We'll take care of you and fill your days with happy memories till there is no longer room for the horrors that you've endured." Gaster wrapped his arm around her head and just held her.
In the background the air was cold and sparking with electricity. Sans was not a angry person, he had never wanted to hurt anybody in his entire life. Not till now. That man was a demon and Sans was GOING to give him a very very BAD time. The kid had seemed alright in the beginning and he felt bad for whatever had caused her to hurt but, after watching all those memories with Gaster, seeing her protect those she didn't even know, the courage that seven year old girl had showed and held onto, the kindness shown to people she was never going to meet. It stirred a fierce protectiveness in him that was like a burning flame.
I truly hope you enjoyed the first installment of this story.