WiccaTale

by TheCharismaticWicca

A girl fell into the Underground, thrown into a world filled with monsters. Her only advantage is the strange witch costume she wears, allowing her to trick the other monsters into believing that she is a witch, however, she soon finds that her ruse of "magic" through card tricks and coin flourishes is not the only skill she posses...but actual magic as well. A new AU: WiccaTale.

15. Chapter 15 - I'll Make You Better

"What happened back there…"

The Sans that wasn't Sans licked his lips seductively,

"That makes you priceless, baby doll."

Chapter 15

I'll Make You Better

Wicca watched the skeleton work through fluttering eyelids. She wasn't sure if it mattered what he did now, she was worried that she lost too much blood already. She yelped in pain as the needle slid under her skin and came out the other side. But if he was going to save her, he could be a bit more delicate about it.

When he was finished, he stepped back to survey his work. He nodded his head in satisfaction, clearly pleased with what he'd done. Wicca looked down and blanched, the stitches were uneven and messy. He hadn't even bothered to wipe the now crusting blood from the closed wound. If blood loss didn't kill her, this shoddy job most certainly would.

The witch blinked through the haze that surrounded her. Her skin was already pale and clammy. Her head throbbed and her wound blazed. She needed to figure out a way to get back and away from wherever the hell this place was. Wicca grinned at the irony.

"Where's Papyrus?" She mumbled after the retreating skeleton.

The Sans that wasn't Sans whipped around and glared, his eye already taking on a red hue.

Wicca wasn't quite sure why she got that reaction, and normally she'd cherish it like the Sadist she was, but this Sans was too unpredictable.

He stalked closer and growled out, "Why would a pretty thing like you want with a monster like him?"

The girl crinkled her nose. She knew she was in rough water, but she wasn't sure she'd be able to float through the fog in her brain to spar with him. She was starting to twitch and shiver, it was a struggle to keep her eyes open.

"Don't call-don't call me pretty."

Wicca slumped over and the only thing preventing her from falling off the table was by leaning against the corrupted skeleton. She breathed jaggedly and struggled to sit back up. She didn't have the strength and had to cling to him instead. She hated that he enjoyed it.

Her hands started to throb in a familiar way as she held onto him and she whimpered as the static touched her.

"Awh, doll, no need to be upset," the skeleton lifted her chin, "I'll make you all better."