Red held himself as tightly as possible to keep himself from falling apart. Everything was blurring around him. "Almost there... please be home, Stretch..." He desperately thought to himself feeling the world shift around him. Red took a shaky breath, dragging himself lazily through the snow. He shouldn't have teleported himself here but he just needed to get away from the Boss. He hissed quietly at the thought of his brother. He shook away the thoughts threatening to eat him alive.
Red groaned, barely seeing Stretch's house from where he waddled in the woods. He felt a warmth in his chest as he approached. He and Stretch had been dating in secrecy from almost three years. Only a few other people knew about their relationship: Blue (a nickname Red had given him a while ago), Stretch's brother, the Undyne and Alphys of this universe, and the Sans and Papyrus from Undertale (Red preferred to call them Classics). Red was knocked out of his happy thoughts as darkness clouded the corners of his eyes. He blinked it back. Red felt himself falling but not fully registering it. Everything was numb. His head throbbed agonizingly, making the small skeleton groan in pain. He checked on his soul and nearly gasped at it. The dark red soul looked as if had been crumbled into a ball - which is practically had - and was dripping with blood. Frantically, Red checked his HP and felt himself panicking. He only had .4 health. "If I-I don'tget to toStretch's house soon... I'll turn to d-dust..." Red took a shaky breath before sitting up as slowly as possible so he doesn't further his wounds. Vertigo hit him as he finally made it on to his feet. Grabbing his side more forcefully and pushing everything back once more, Red started walking once more.
There was a pounding in his head, the nauseous feeling returning ten fold. Red bit back a pained yelp as his foot connected with a rock, sending flares of pain up and down his body. He tumbled to the frozen ground once more, his decent more audible now that all the shops had closed for the night. He registered just barely that his mind was speaking his worries, "What if he doesn'taccept you? Boss didn'taccept you; what makes you think that Stretch will? What if he actually finishes the job?" Red didn't want to think about that right then and there. His HP dropped to .2, making the small skeleton worry as he finally made it out into the streets. Red gave a small sigh of relief as he stood in front of Stretch's house. He gulped back any worry and waddled up - albeit slowly - up to the front door. The two brothers inside the house were probably asleep by now, Red had reminded himself.
His bony and broken phalanges shook as they reached out in a fist, ready to knock on the door. Red wouldn't admit it to himself or anyone that asked, but he found himself becoming scared the longer he waited outside in the biting coldness. "Maybe the Boss was right? Maybe Stretch didn't love him enough to..."Tears started welling in Red's eye socket. "No, please no." His hand left the door, falling down beside him. He couldn't stop the pain and the darkness in his soul, the walls of the dam finally falling. Red sobbed out loud, using a hand to muffle them. Everything hurt: his head, his eyes, his heart. Everything, absolutely everything and he couldn't stop it. Not this time. The darkness was upon him again and his legs shook. His soul couldn't handle much more. Red looked at the door in front of him once more, taking his hand off of his mouth. He reached out once more.
And knocked.
It was just a single, quiet knock. Red knew that wouldn't get anyone's attention but he didn't know whether he couldn't muster enough strength to knock louder. Though, he tried. Four knocks this time, slightly louder than before. Nothing. Red gulped quietly as the tears fell harder and faster, almost as if they were in a panicked state. "Maybe they aren'thome..." That thought alone terrified Red as he pounded on the door, the knocking persisting furiously as the small skeleton shook uncontrollably. He sobbed loudly, sinking to his knees while gripping himself.
The door opened, revealing a warm light from inside. Red lifted his head slightly, staring up at Stretch. The man was in a black tank top and boxers, obviously having just woken up. "S-Stretch?" Red cursed himself for being so weak but pushed it away to deal with the matter at hand.
This gained the taller skeleton-s attention, "Red? Oh shit, what the hell did that bastard do this time?!" Stretch reached forward and picked the wounded skeleton up. Red found solace and comfort in Stretch's arms. He couldn't force back the dizziness this time, his world finally darkening as he fell unconciously. Red barely registered Stretch's panicked scream.