All right guys. I said there'd be more, and here it is. The sequel to Thd Little Girl. Title is a little too specific to my liking, but hey, I really like it. Anyway! I hope this gets as popular as the other one, because it certainly has a special twist to it. Now, I promise it'll be longer (hopefully I manage to get it over 30k words when it's finished. Maybe 40k). Okay! Enough blathering! Here we go! Enjoy. -Sty

Prologue

Shadows billowed through the void, freezing him in place. Small glimmers shone far away every once and a while, causing him to jerk his head in that direction. Screams sometimes rang, but their echoes were the only sound that reached him, ghostly cries of the fallen.

Sans tried to move but he was firmly held still by an unknown force. Everything hurt: his head, his eye sockets, his ribcage, everything. He felt his eye burn with blue aura, his magic trying to break him free.

"Hey!" he shouted, his voice carrying far across the emptiness. He could've sworn he saw someone moving over there...

Help me...

Sans stopped struggling, his breath catching in his chest. Was that...?

Help...me...

Please...

"Silvia?!" Sans yelled, squinting to try to make out the moving figure in the distance. "Silvia, is that you?!" The form stopped moving. It's shape shifted slightly and then it began to stalk forward. It was a bluish-black color, Sans repeatively losing track of it in the darkness -it seemed to morph into the background, changing shape somewhat. Sans kicked his legs, but gasped when he realized he couldn't feel his legs anymore. He looked down and his Soul nearly stopped.

All he could see was his waist up, part of his arms gone as well.

"What the hell!" he yelped, writhing futilely. The shape drew closer to him and instantly all fear washed away.

It was Silvia... In her large sweatshirt and her blue tutu and her golden-orange hair. Her head was down turned as she approached him in his shadow trap. Sans let out a shaky sigh, feeling tears corner his sockets. He smiled wide and his Soul thrummed happily -she was here.

She was alive! She was okay!

"Oh my god, Silvia," he whispered weakly, the tears breaking free. "Holy shit, you're alive..! My god, kiddo, you don't know how much I missed yo-"

"Where were you..."

Sans blinked, his spine suddenly growing cold. He shuddered and gave the small child a smile. "W-what kiddo? I didn't hear ya..."

"Why were you not there..." She took another step forward. Sans' brow furrowed and suddenly felt at a loss of breath. His Soul hammered hard against his ribs. Something was wrong...

"Silvia..?" The child's body jerked, her head lolling to the side and her face was revealed to him. He shouted in surprise and flinched away.

Her eyes were empty sockets of black, her mouth a frown with torn skin around its edges. Dark blood dribbled down her face and Sans felt sick.

"N-no..."

"Where were you Sans?" she asked, her voice light and dark and uneven. She grinned, but her eye sockets grew terrified. "Why didn't you come?" He struggled harder against his invisible bindings, growing hysterical.

"N-no! Silvia I was there! I tried to save you I-" he was cut off when she came closer, reaching out towards his face.

"Why didn't you protect me, Daddy?" she whispered. "Why did you let me die? Did you hate me that much?" Sans shook his head, trying to pull away as her small hands rested on his cheekbones.

"Silvia I-"

"You let me die."

"No! Kiddo I was-"

"This is your fault."

"Kid-"

"You wanted this to happen."

Sans screamed as the freezing cold of her hands became as hot as lava. He could feel his skull melting, the bone turning to a mess of white and charred patches. His screams became garbled through the goop and the blood pooling in his mouth. Silvia stared down at him, looking disappointed at the destruction she'd caused.

"All of this is because of you."

Sans bolted upright, panting heavily and clutching his chest. His skull was damp with sweat and tears and his entire skeletal structure was cold. He frantically looked around his dark room, his left eye blazing brightly. He gulped down the air but it didn't seem to satisfy his nonexistent lungs. It took him awhile to realize that there was no corpse-like reincarnation of Silvia in his room, and after a few tense moments his magic flickered out, sending him into a cloak of darkness. He sniffed and rubbed his face, his finger bones quickly becoming wet.

He was crying again...

Sans snatched one of the blankets near the edge of his mattress and buried his face into it. Her curled up on himself and began to sob. It was all muffled, and Sans just let them tear out of his body, he trembling and shaking with each one.

Another long time passed before he rolled over to his back, breathing hard. It still hurt to let some of it out -mainly due to the harsh headache that swarmed his skull afterwards. Sans stared up at his ceiling and he sniffled softly.

He glanced at the faintly glowing clock on his room's wall.

1:11, July 4, 19XX.

Sans sighed and grabbed his journal from the floor, his shivering hands fumbling for it. He opened it up where the pen was stuffed in and let his eye glimmer softly so he could see what he was doing. He scribbled down the entry -practically identical to all the other ones and scrawled one word in the space below it.

another.

Woo shitty prologue, mainly because it was unplanned but whatever! First chapter will be posted soon! Hope you liked it, and be sure to review, favorite and follow! -Sty