At some point, I'd passed out. It wasn't right after going in, but I remember using a lot of Green magic… enough to bring multiple people back actually.
Where was I, actually? I've been feigning sleep for like, half an hour now. I open up my eyes, and see a room. It was white, very much so.
It had two beds oddly, I guess this is their room. I sat up, the blanket that was on me bundling up in my lap. And that was when I noticed something odd.
I wasn't in this cloth earlier. Cloth, singular. I was in some… Strange, striped robe thing. It was mainly red, and had white stripes. It had one at the upper chest, and two at the wrists.
Really though, I should find some under-wait. Why… I'm naked under the robe. Who changed me?! Why!? I flushed red, but soon rationality rushed through me. Maybe I just changed before I passed out and Frisks monster friends are cleaning my clothes.
Hopefully… otherwise it'd be super embarrassing. "Ikari!" I called out, hoping that my friend would come soon. I looked around, getting worried. Ikari always came almost instantly from wherever they were, where's my little hate ball?
I kicked the covers off, a little fear rising. I'd rather not use my usual magic right now, it felt… raw, in a sense. Usually that only happened when I channeled all my magic sources at once… what did I do yesterday?
Getting out of the bed, I rubbed the wrist of my strange monstery hand. My bare feet hit the wood, making me shiver a little. It was surprisingly cold in here… strange.
I walked to the door and opened it, stepping out. There was nobody there, but I did hear loud cheering and speaking coming from somewhere. Of course, I did my best to avoid that area.
Instead I walked down steps I didn't really recall but felt like I should. My head and my magic felt weird… what happened? Ignoring the question for now, I headed deeper and away from the screaming.
It was more cheering actually… whatever. I slowly made my way down a few halls, and eventually past a throne room. A very difficult to navigate throne room if I must say so, since I didn't want to mess the flowers up.
After getting to the other side, I approached the Undergrounds exit. Something stopped me from leaving however. There were figures there.
"Hello? Wh-" Was all I got to say before I felt three impacts on my right side, between my hip and chest. I felt hot blistering pain as I fell, scrambling back away from the figures.
I didn't even have time to think before my robe reacted, a barrier of fiery magic forming in front of me. Despite the pain I was in, I lowered my left hand to hold the wound.
Maybe if my magic didn't feel off I'd be confident about healing my new gun wound, but it did and that meant I would not. "I-Ikari!" I shouted in a bit of desperation.
This time… somebody came. My black orb friend charged through the flames from behind me, fury on their face. I let out a small whimper of pain. Being ready for pain and it coming out of nowhere are two very different things!
Just as I finally started to get up, I heard the padding of hurried steps. I was picked the rest of the way, and further, up by furry arms.
I looked up and saw a gentle, motherly goat face. Her eyes were red and horns more nubs than anything else. I was swiftly carried away from the entrance, whimpering with every step made, being jostled around aggravating my wound.
The boss monster carried me back to the room I had woken up in, setting me down on the bed with great care. Surprisingly she didn't speak- instead simply lighting her hands in green and placing them on my wound.
I tried to stay silent as possible as she healed me, I really did. Her healing felt weird though, my body tingling as my body tried to reconnect.
Sadly, it seemed the boss monster didn't have the power needed to heal me. Instead the wounds were just closed, requiring bandages and for me to not walk. I'd heal myself but now I was cautious, wanting to save my magic just in case I needed to defend myself.
The silence was stiffening between me and the monster, neither of us knowing just what to say at the moment. After a bit we heard footsteps, and Frisk barged into the room. "Is Os okay?!" They asked, worry evident on their face. While we didn't know each other much, I did save a lot of their loved ones, so it was understandable that there'd be some worry for me.
"I'm… fine," I spoke up softly, meekly. "Just a little more 'holy' than before," I said with a small smile as I closed my eyes. Playing off my injury, playing off the fact Iwash-no. It doesn't matter, I've survived worse. My body was older then, but, still.
There was a small snocner from the two at my joke, before their mirth was wiped away by the seriousness of the situation. "My child, this is not a laughing matter," The goat monster chided me gently.
I nodded, smiling sheepishly. Pretending I wasn't bothered, pretending it was fine. "Child, can you get up?" The tall goat, Toriel my mind supplied, softly asked me.
Putting my hands down on the bed, I tried to get up. Pain flared, and I decided to not reopen my wounds and shook my head no. "My side hurts too much," I told Toriel, looking down at my lap.
I was very surprised when I was picked up. "Then I will need to carry you," She said with a small smile on her muzzle. "Now, Frisk, can you go get his clothes please my child? They should be clean now," The goat said.
Frisk nodded and left. Wait… was she taking to the bathroom? No! I don't want anymore to see me! Nooooo!