Gleaming silver clung to his cervical vertebrae, suffocating him, choking him. Matching silver bracelets chafed the fragile bones making up his wrist. All connected by a dainty chain of shining reinforced steel. No one could see the set that decorated his taluses. They itched, so desperately did he want to chip, chip, chip away at the bone hidden beneath. To scratch and scrape into delicate pearly bone and make it stop, oh stars make it stop!
"Be good" they said, "stay still" they said, "so pretty" he breathed. Something caressed his mandible.
"mmph!" Sans flailed in an attempt to detach the thing that was too close. Dazedly, he realized not only was he alone, but he was on the carpet, both sacrum and coccyx sore from the landing. Eye lights flickered as he took in his old home, in good condition for being abandoned thanks to him. His soul swelled the tiniest amounts with pride at the effort it took to make sure this safe space was in perfect condition. A sour chuckle escaped past his teeth at that thought. To think he would be responsible for the upkeep of anything was laughable.
'hey, look on the bright side, our home is nice and warm!' A familiar bouncy voice exclaimed, trying to cheer him up despite everything. It was almost as if they were trying to hug him with their vocals. Sans sighed, deciding to look through his stuffed pack for clothes that weren't dried to him. Settling for a set of snowflake print pajamas that may be just a little to large on him, he curled back up on the couch.
'you need to eat something' stated another voice, and when he didn't speak silence took rein. At last, it shook it's head and didn't push the subject or him. He returned the favor by not questioning how the bodiless voice was able to shake anything. It was tough to acknowledge that he had gotten used to the numerous invisible companions that would partake in one-sided conversations, engage him in participating or just filling the emptiness. They seemed to take turns watching him, speaking to him. Bubblegum and Quattrocento or Q were with him right now. When he was alone and lost, they came, introduced themselves, and helped him.
'what! Why are you crying sansy? Q, you upset him!' Pouted the childish voice, sounding not angry or upset, but confused and worried. Sans immediately wiped away the tears, (when?) before getting up to reassure them that he was in fact perfectly fine. He decided to take Q up on it's advice and headed off to the kitchen, stocked with food from his previous visits. Opening the fridge, he nabbed the first thing he saw. Carrying rainbow sprinkles and a bag of most likely stale popato chisps, Sans sat at the table and brushed of the stale white ones on Cargan and replaced them whilst popping the bag open.'heya sansy, why did you name him cargan. it isn't a font like you, or...' It had started out cheerful but tapered off nervously, as if afraid he was fragile glass hyper-sensitive to sound waves.
Thankfully Q stepped in, 'bubble, cargan means little rock in the big book of national names that sans has. Not everyone is named after the way they speak dear.' Sparks of pink flitted over the rock.
(wait... what) Sans stared closely at the trail of sparks, ignoring a squeak to examine such strange phenomena. Translucent bones came into focus, distal phalanxes, middle phalanxes, proximal phalanxes, all leading to metacarpals. They flinched away, curling into a bubble-blue blouse. White met soft bubblegum pink eye lights and for just a second everything went hush. These features belonged to a skeleton that wasn't there mere minutes ago, that shouldn't be there. Further studies, revealed the skeleton's taste in clothing to be describable as '(cute)'.
'c...cute? i don't know if i should freak the squeak out or thank you for the compliment.' Sans didn't know how to react. There was a soft clearing of the throat, and he turned to face another skeleton that was positively see-through. This one was decorated in a way that was more mature and elegant. They also lacked a throat to clear, but that's besides the point.
'you can see us. that isn't exactly favorable in your current situation.' If he had an eyebrow, he would raise it in confusion, but he was distracted by the fact that those voices were distinctly familiar. 'well that would probably be due to the fact that you know us, or our voices. since this is your first time seeing us however, we should reintroduce ourselves. i am q,' a gloved hand pressed against were there sternum's located, 'and the one you described as cute, would in fact be bubblegum.' They practically bounced up and down, giving off a little wave.' and we are, simply put, mistakes. Auditory hallucinations you have been experiencing that somehow transitioned into into something more visual or tangible. i don't know if it was a triggering event or unstable magic, but you definitely shouldn't see us.' Did that make Sans insanse. Bubblegum chuckled, Q glared at him for not taking any of this seriously, and then at Bubble for encouraging said behavior. It was interesting how much of a downer something that didn't technically exist could be. Sans wondered briefly if he should be more alarmed at the revelation of insanity, but guess that explains the whole invisible (well not anymore, anyway) voices that had been keeping him company. How did he not now this and Q did? One would think sharing the same noggin would have kept the knowledge barriers from coming up.
'it's okay sansy, i don't know much either! especially compared to the others! but that just means we're important in more different, special ways that are just as equal!' There was so much energy in them and their short motivational speech that they flailed their arms, making wide swooping gestures to get the point across. It it was endearing in a fish-out-of-water way