There were many emotions going through his brain.

His one hand grasped around his bleeding shoulder, Sans felt emotions run through his head. So many emotions. So many that it made his brain hurt when he thought too much. Maybe it was the fact that he had just been ripped of one of his limbs by someone who had the voice of his own brother, or it was the fact that Chara and Flowey were going to take him somewhere. Sans was slightly curious of where they were going to go, but he didn't ask. He just thought about what places they could be going to. Maybe he would be taken back to the others, or maybe he would be taken somewhere nice! Sans hoped it was the ladder. He had begun to imagine what nice places he might be going to; places with beds and nice medicine and someone who could fix his eyes up. Sans wanted to go somewhere like that, with a whole bunch of nice stuff! He moved his hand from his shoulder, and ran it over the dents on his head. Maybe they could make him be a lot smarter again, too.

It was dark outside the cabinet, Sans could tell because the noises that the lights made were gone. In fact, all sounds of activity were gone. It must of been in the middle of the night if no one was around. Sans blinked his blind and exhausted eyes, putting his hand over his shoulder once more. His shoulder still hurt. He could feel the bone shards and the bloody flesh of the end of his right arm, his fingers poking at the shards of white. Maybe... Sans curled two fingers around a piece of bone, and he swiftly tugged. The bone chip ripped from the bloody flesh - but not without Sans saying "Ow!" in the process - and the skeleton had found himself holding the shard shakily in his fingertips. Fresh blood seeped from the open slit in the wound, dripping onto the ground and coating Sans' fingers. The male paused, letting in deep breaths before he dropped the shard and moved onto the next one lodged in his shoulder. Then the next. And the next.

Eventually he didn't feel anymore bone chips. They were all on the floor.

It must of taken a long time to rip out the shards, as once he was done he heard the light flick on and the door to his cabinet open. Something large and leathery was thrown at his face. He heard Chara's voice say "Put it on. We're leaving." before the human's footsteps could be heard walking away. A tiny bit of excitement surfaced through the sickness and pain as Sans struggled to put the thing on - it turned out to be a jacket - and soon enough he was excited to go. He couldn't zip up the jacket, because of his lack of a right arm, but he was okay with that. The skeleton could hear the other two blab on about something that Sans didn't care about, and soon enough he was being dragged across the ground by Flowey, and he was thrown out the door to the place and into the open. Shakily stumbling to his feet, Sans thought about how nice it was to feel snow again.

- time skip -

Sans didn't know how long it had been since he had been told to start walking, but it was for certain that he wanted to be back in the other room by now. He had been strapped around the neck by vines, and whenever he slowed down just a tad bit, he'd be chocked until he caught up with the other two. He was happy to be leaving at first, but now he didn't really want to leave now. He had been forced to stumble through snow that certainly didn't make his sickness any better, Sans had tripped and fell into marshes that made him even more cold and to top it off wet, and scorching hot weather were he was forced to keep the heavy jacket on. Ohh... He felt so terrible. Chara and Flowey didn't even acknowledge him behind them, and the male wasn't answered when he asked when they were going to be done walking. Looks like he was with himself with this one.

That was until he was pushed to the ground by another vine, and was shoved behind something that made him quite squished. Geez, they could at least warn Sans before they do something that made him hurt all over! And the hotness combined with the jacket didn't help at all.

Sans ignored the noises that were heard a ways away, but he couldn't help but be scared when he heard loud blasts and the sound of a screech of alarm. The scream was then cut off, and Sans grew even more scared. Who was that? Were they going to hurt him? Sans put the sleeves of the jacket over his face and he shrunk downward, shaking terribly as he heard the sound of footsteps and rocks being stepped on by shoes getting closer. So close he was beginning to cry. "No... D-Don't get clo-closer..." He whined, tears streaming down his face.

Without even processing what was about to happen, Sans felt himself be swept up into a hug, and felt heavy, shaky breaths on his shoulder a neck. Someone was hugging him; and they were crying. Sans blinked his eyes, alarmed, before he mumbled "Don't cry..." He felt the hug grow tighter. Another voice, not from the one hugging him said "Jesus Christ... I'll go get some medicine and shit. I need to hydrate my fins anyway." The other ran away. They sounded like Undyne. Sans still just sat there, confused, until he heard Papyrus' voice say "Sans?! Oh god, brother, you don't look okay.." The smaller skeleton listened to Papyrus' voice, hearing the sobs and crying in his voice as he talked. Sans was too stunned to really say anything. He had just felt tears stream down his face in quick succession, and felt his shoulders tense before he whined "D-Do you like me?" The other sounded alarmed when he responded "Wha- Yes! Of course I like you? Why wouldn't I?! You're my brother, for crying out loud! Why would I hate you?" This made Sans cry even harder. So, they were lying. They were lying all this time. "Brother?" He felt Papyrus' grip loosen. "Sans, don't cry. Me and Undyne are here now. You're okay. The others are dead. You're okay now."

Sans wrapped his arm around Papyrus, calming himself down. He just wanted to sleep. "I'm sleeping.." The small skeleton murmured, bumping his head up against his brother's chest. "..Alright." Papyrus' voice was soft. Sans.. Liked it. The male just lay there, listening to Papyrus' breathing and feeling his chest rise and fall in rhythm. Sans' own breaths were ragged and shaky, and his pulse was extremely sloppy- contrary to his brother's steady heartbeat. Sans thought about how his pulse was so sloppy, and that maybe Papyrus could fix it. But that was the last thing he thought, however, as his body finally gave in and Sans fell asleep, his breaths growing more quieter until they stopped entirely. But instead of turning to dust like any corpse would, he stayed, as his soul must of been strong.

Papyrus felt his brother grow limp against him. The male stared, looking at the dead body as tears dripped from his eyes.

"Oh my god."