Consciousness fades in and out. Every time you seem to awaken, you are dragged back down into dark heaviness. Fighting, you moan and struggle. It feels like you are covered in dried cement, everything seems heavy and far away from yourself. Scared, you force yourself onto your knees, and open your eyes, desperately rallying against the weight pulling them shut. Your breath comes fast and gulping, it feels like the air is made of gallons of water. You stand for only a few seconds before crumbling back to the ground, pain searing throughout your body.
You try again, this time making a concentrated effort to steady your nerves. Your heart slows, not completely at a normal rate, but not racing as before. You focus on the feeling of being awake and listening to the silence surrounding you. Finally, it feels as though you can stay awake without too much trouble, although everything is still aching, worse than the time you had the flu in high school.
You glance around, apprehensively, but it takes you a moment to process what you see. You are in a dark room, so dark that you can only make out outlines of what cohabits the room. It is relatively small, with what looks like a large table in the centre, and a sort of counter in the very back, directly across from you. The ground is hard, cold tile, but the air is warm, and reminds you of the penetrating heat you feel when sitting in front of a wood stove.
You would be lying if you said you weren't confused. Only a moment ago, you had been in your own room, ill, or something. Now you were in a completely different place. Had more time than you remembered passed? Was this the hospital? If so, why in the world were you lying on the floor of a dark room? Either way, you feel scared, and this sets off your panic again, now you are continually struggle to breathe, heart still skipping wildly despite your best efforts.
Suddenly, the room grows bright. You hear the door swing open at the same time, and blink your (colour) eyes, as you listen to a deep stride right into the room behind you. The door slams shut, and the room grows dark yet again. Your body stiffens even more somehow, and a deep apprehension grows inside of you. Who knows who was approaching, and what they wanted from you. Maybe they even meant you harm.
The steps stop for a second behind you, but then go around you, stopping right in front of you."Hey, put it here buddy", a deep male voice says, a hand outstretches in an invitation to help you up. Suddenly, you feel much more at ease, the voice doesn't seem scary or particularly frightening. "Thanks" you say, blinking yet again. You still aren't entirely sure what is going on, but at least you aren't alone. As you grasp the outstretched hand, a cold shiver goes up your spine. Something is wrong, really wrong. The hand, it's…. Hard, boney, and cold. Every thought in your mind shuts down, but you still right yourself, on autopilot. There had to be an explanation, probably obvious too. A prosthetic maybe? It had to be that, or some sort of weird glove, or-
But then, with a flick of the figure's hands, the lights come on, instantly pouring light into the small room, derailing your train of thought. Your body tenses and your mouth falls open. Standing in front of you, grinning as you have always known him to, stands Sans. Sans from Undertale, Sans from Deltarune, Sans from a multitude of au's, merchandise, and your own daydreams. How was this even possible? This had to be a dream! Or maybe you actually were in the hospital and you were on strong medication that was making you hallucinate. Or maybe-
"What's the matter?" he says, interrupting your thoughts,"You look like you seen a ghost!" he quips. You stare back in response, words failing you. His mouth smiles fixedly, but his eyes betray a look of concern. "Aw, come on there Y/N, am I really that scary?".
"H-how did you know my name" you stutter as if that were the most important question.
He chuckles, "Aw how could I forget you?" he pauses, seemingly waiting for you to respond, but you are at a loss for words. "Come on, we'll explain" he continues, gesturing to the door. Your eyes shift from the door, to him, to the door, and back again. A million thoughts fly through your head, and your heart is in your stomach. This had to be a dream, obviously. But then, why didn't it feel like one?