"…I would rather spend my precious seconds here…"
"Not with you."
Chapter 25
Not Enough
The girl turned back around and began to walk back to Sans and Papyrus. Both of whom were paralyzed from Wicca's antics. The witch smiled and bit her lip, she had to admit that their reactions, while over the top, were also highly amusing. Wicca couldn't contain it and she laughed, reveling in the strangeness of her situation. How did she end up here? The girl's nose wrinkled.
How did she end up here?
"Wicca!" The shout had barely reached Wicca's ears before the sound of an object wishing past thudded into the ground between her feet. The witch's reaction was immediate and her magic pooled in the air.
Sans and Papyrus were staring on in astonishment. This was not the gir-this was not the witch that had slammed the door on them yesterday. This person? She was new. She was different. But, she was still Wicca, or at least enough of her. Enough to matter.
And it was because, somehow, someway, she mattered enough to Sans. This random girl, this random human that he had wanted to destroy less than twenty-four hours before mattered. To him.
But, she also mattered to another skeleton, a taller skeleton.
A skeleton with secrets.
Before the witch could blink, Papyrus had wrapped himself around her, protecting her, and more importantly, hugging her.
Wicca's eyes widened.
"Papyrus?" She asked. Confusion tremored in her voice.
"I don't know what happened to you. You're different, and I don't know how-"
Wicca sank at his words
"-but, I'm here to help. You can't hurt the Loyal Servant Ms. Wicca. There are rules down here that you can't break, okay? Don't try to do it, please. There's a way of life down here that just is, and the more you threaten it, the more it pushes back. Please, please, just go with the Servant. You don't have to fight this, this is not your fight. It will be okay, I'm here for you."
The witch felt her legs cave from under her, but Papyrus was there to catch her in his arms. His words played over and over in her head,
"I'm here for you."
Those words-to her limited memory-were the first time anyone had ever spoken them to her. A memory started to bubble in the deep recess of her mind, slipping in an out of view, almost fully remembered but shattered enough to come in random strips and strings.
She was sitting in the grass, her panty hose dripping wet in the damp dew. She could smell the rain in the air, feel the rush of the wind, see the bare trees.
"No one is here for you, nobody will save you."
The words whipped through her, cutting skin and searing her mind.
The figure knelt, a perfect amalgamation of shadow. Silent, but fuming in a quiet, powerful darkness that threatened to spill to the surface. It filled her sight until she could only see him. Grabbing her shoulders, digging in his nails. Snarling, "You are not enough."
Wicca gasped, feeling as if she had surfaced from freezing water.
"Okay Paps, okay. I won't fight her."
Sans looked on as the witch burrowed into his brother. She looked so small, so innocent. The skeleton felt a tear within himself and he looked away.