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You were in Sans' room. Your panic attack eased down a few moments ago but the shock left you terribly cold and numb. The monster had covered your small frame with a good amount of blankets, as if the number of them would ease the despair your soul was currently drowned in. You looked like a burrito from his point of view. A sad burrito. A sad burrito on his bed. Unlike his brother, his furniture looked bland looking so cheap it was. It seemed like being the leader of the royal guard could offer the lanky skeleton luxury goods.
A soft light illuminated the room you were in and for a lazy bonepile that Sans was depicted as by his brother, honestly, his place was pretty clean. Guess that he spent some spare time to clean that up ? Did he consider inviting you in his privacy before the incident ? Maybe not in such scenario 'cause right now, he was standing awkwardly in the middle of the room. He seemed to be thinking about what to do with you. He felt uneasy, and you could sense it through his agitated magic if the expression on his face didn't show his discomfort clearly already. He used to be violent and distant whenever he was upset, so he thought you'd be the same and need some space as well. That's the reason why he didn't expect you to look at him with a forced smile and speak.
« You can come here if you want, I don't mind it at all... » your voice was hoarse from crying but also very soft, almost on the edge to break.
Sans hummed in hesitation, considering the offer for a moment. And with every second passing by, sweat beads broke out on his skull. The poor guy was completely lost, especially because of having someone and of all people, you in his bedroom. Eventually he took a deep breath and came to sit down on the bed right next to you. His shoulder brushed against the fabrics that were keeping you warm so you barely felt the light pressure on your side. You brought a hand out of your cocoon and rested it on his hand, his knuckles warm to your icey touch. You were trembling, but only because you were still in shock from the previous altercation. Your sleeve covered a good part of your hand like it usually did, but you felt your friend's turn upwards to hold yours before his second hand covered it.
« Sweetheart... What happened ? » he asked you softly.
You saw the concern in his eyes and turned your head away, glancing down in silent shame. Your fingers tensed up in his hands, and in return you felt his digits pressing into your soft flesh in a comforting way.
« You don't need to be scared. I just want to understand. »
Then, you felt the hand that was resting on top of yours sliding on it, brushing softly your skin as he dragged the fabric of your flannel up your forearm. You stiffened at his action only to relax when he beckoned you to before he processed in turning your arm upwards so he could see the marks.
« I saw them too, while I was bringing you upstairs. I didn't understand why Papyrus would scream at you like this until I realized those were scars. And we both know that if my brother was screaming at you about it, it's because he cares for you, which is... Surprising. » he laughed humorlessly, his gaze lost on the ground. At this moment, you were staring at him silently. He surely felt it because he drew his eyes on you another time with a smile on his face, yet he seemed in pain. « He does the same when I'm hurt. So I know you managed to make him like you. »
His thumb traced the pale marks on your skin gently. Sans was waiting for an answer patiently but you couldn't find any. What could you say to this ?
« Sweetheart. » His voice was now deep, the deepest you have heard of him as he raised serious eyes to meet yours... Yet... His tone didn't sound threatening like you've been used to hear back when you met him... Or maybe you've got used to it...? His glance was piercing through you. « What happened to you ? »
He was staring at your face, his concern even more perceptible at this moment. You were looking at his hand caressing you in a soothing manner. It felt good receiving some affection. Shivers of pleasure and comfort ran up your arms.
« I don't know, Sans... » you told him. « I don't remember anything of the world above... I just know that I didn't like it up here... »
« So... Humans hurt themselves when they're feeling bad ? »
« I guess that some, yeah... » you replied before you shuddered. « You know... You and I are no different. You and your brother are the kind of people who redirect their pain onto others in a desperate way to call for help... For some others, they do the total opposite... They hurt themselves hoping someone will notice... In the end, none of them know how to do otherwise, or because they're scared, or... Ashamed... or hopeless... » Your voice started to crack up once more but before it could happen, you closed your eyes, took a deep breath, then opened them again to face Sans with a quivering smile. « I don't know what happened to me on the surface, but what I know for sure is... That it's over, Sans... They're gone, for I am here with you and Papyrus now... »
Your breath was cut out by the skeleton monster bumping into your small frame. Your blankets were knocked off and replaced with strong arms that embraced you firmly. Your chin was resting against his shoulder, so was his on yours. You were frozen in place, your brain trying to analyze what was going on.
He was offering you a hug. A strong, breathtaking hug. Maybe even a little too strong for your lungs.
« I'm sorry... » he whispered, his voice struggling to come out from his tightened throat. Hearing him say these words shook you. What hit him ? « I wish I knew that you've also been suffering sooner, sweetheart... I would have... Things would have been different, then... God I'm so stupid... » his embrace tightened on these words. « I can't help but still wonder how you survived after all this, why are you even here... For someone this kind-hearted, ending up in this twisted world... Why... Why must you be so kind to even fall down here... » He was trembling against you, so you raised your arms around him to hold him close. « I would... I should have known... I should have known when I saw your soul... »
You knew he was honest at this moment, but you also knew that in reality, he would have been merciless either way. The only reason why he regretted his actions today was because he grew to like you... But you wouldn't say that to him for the risk to kill him on the spot, he who was already so fragile so... You just let him talk while you would hug him back.
« It's okay, Sans... We're friends now, that's all that matters to me. » you comforted him, patting gently his back as you did so. You felt his chin dig deeper in your shoulder when he nodded.
« Friends... Yeah, right... » he withdrew his face from you to be able to stare at yours. His expression was still heavy with sadness and regret yet he smiled and asked. « You huh... Wanna go downstairs ? We're going to dinner soon... »
You shook your head. You were filled with remorse when you remembered the look on Papyrus' face as you came back to your senses, lying there on the ground in panic. You didn't remember hitting him and yet you're still the one who did it. You didn't even remember falling. You just... Blacked out. All that you could recall was your distress, then suddenly, anger. Was your dissociation getting worse...? You shivered at the thought, a reaction that Sans misinterpreted.
« You're scared... Okay, I won't force you to face him... I'll just bring you a plate when I'm done, okay ? » You nodded silently. Somewhere you were glad he took the wrong hint because you weren't ready to face the brother yet. He gently pressed a hand against your shoulder as a suggestion to lay down. « Now rest, sweetheart. »
« Okay... Thank you, Sans... » you whispered. He smiled in return and huffed. At least, he wasn't shocked whenever you were saying that anymore.
« Don't sweat it. Well, see ya. »
The skeleton monster got up on these words and left the room. You were alone now, laying in his bed, covered with the multiple blankets he handed you. You kept replaying the incident in your head, guilt gnawing at you with every minute passing by. Finally, you felt a presence with you.
« Asriel... » you whispered. A painful, long, deafening silence was settling down as he searched for something to respond with.
« Are... You okay...? » he asked you shyly. This time, it was you who took time to reply.
« No. » You stared at your aching wrist and hand, even flexed it to feel the sting revive. You even noticed bruises forming. « I... I hurt Papyrus... But I don't remember doing it... It was as if... As if I blacked out for a second, but I still managed to hit him... »
« Well huh... » you caught his unsure tone. « Because... It wasn't... Really you ? » he finished with a small voice.
« What ? » You frowned and narrowed your eyes in confusion. « What do you mean ? »
« I... Huh... I was the one who hit him in the face...? »
You could swear he was making himself so small in your mind, like a child who knew that they messed up. And here you thought that you dissociated again... At least, it explained why you didn't remember it. As realization struck you, anger rose up in your chest.
How dared he.
You were sharing your body with someone, okay, but you didn't want to lose control over it, even less if it was to use violence without your own approbation against someone or a friend... No, it couldn't be right. Also it wouldn't help your case if the skelebros came to think that you were a dangerous person that needed to be stopped.
« How ? How could you do that !? » You were taking deep breaths not so say it out loud. « How can you take my own body from me to hit him in his freaking face !? »
« He was hurting you, Frisk ! »
« I don't care, you shouldn't have done that ! It's wrong ! »
« So what, did you prefer I'd stay out of it and just watch !? » he was now yelling. « You were crying and begging him to stop ! See what it brought you !? Oh, or maybe did you prefer getting your wrist broken !? Because that's what was going to happen ! »
You could clearly see his frowning face when he was shouting at you and feeling his own anger overtake you. You started panting and shaking from the overflow of emotions. How could he react so violently, he who used to be so kind-hearted, he who used to cry or fear easily ? You couldn't understand the change... You couldn't...
« He was worried, Asriel !! »
« Yeah, and he's dangerous too ! » he was pacing furiously in your head with his hands on his skull. « And I'm also worried, it doesn't mean I have to beat the crap out of you in order to help ! If you forgot, I can see, can hear, can feel anything as much as you ! » He then stopped and turned, throwing his arms on the side to face you, fists clenched and a piercing glare. « So like it or not, but we're stuck in the same body and I won't let us get hurt anymore ! »
« No !! » You buried your face in the pillow and clutched the fabrics tightly. Hearing you cry out cut him right off and he immediately checked up on you, still heaving from the anger that slowly drained away from his essence. « You don't understand...!! »
He was right... You both were on the same boat. He was witnessing and experiencing everything, every pain, every distress the others would inflict you. It was the first time you were arguing with your best friend, and it was enough to know that you hated putting you both on edge like that. But it wasn't right, you thought. It couldn't be right... It could be dangerous for the both of you to take control over your body and act as he pleased. Because the others couldn't know, nor understand what was going on with you... They'd think you were a dangerous creature like they were always told. Or what if they happened to know the truth and they found a way to tear Asriel away from you ? It was a gift to have him still living inside of you and you had to protect him at all cost. You wouldn't do the same mistake again.
« Asriel, no... » you wept against the cushion. You felt your friend's worry as he sensed your distress. « You don't understand... I need to protect you... And for that, you just... Can't. Do that. You can't take my body suddenly and hurt people, even if it's for my sake ! » you were embracing the pillow against your face as you curled up around it. « I can't let you go anymore ! I won't survive it if they take you away from me again ! I need you, I really do so please, you have to stay brave ! We've been through worse than just a mere broken wrist, you know it ! » Now, he was feeling remorseful. Looking away from you in shame. « So please, my dear friend... Stay strong, okay ? We'll... We'll finally be together forevermore really soon... »
You felt his arms wrap around your shoulders before his forehead rested in the back of your neck. He wasn't there in the room and yet you could still feel his touch as if he actually was. You didn't bother to wonder, you were just glad to have him around and be able to interact with him, no matter if it's happening inside your head.
« I promised it... Remember ? »
He nodded against you.
« I'll do my best... » he replied softly.
Your best friend stayed as long as you were hoping for. You were so weakened by your cries that you ended up falling asleep in the goat child's arms, who was humming a soft melody you recognized while you were dozing off. It was the lullaby Toriel sang for you to sleep, the night when you managed to flee. It was easy to know they were linked, by their species and the pain she radiated. The distress in her eyes whenever you asked to leave the Ruins. The cries while she'd chase you down and kill you in her desperate attempts to keep you. You understood that she had lost someone, and it must be Asriel. That'd explain a lot actually...
You were woken up by Sans who came back with a plate, flatware and a glass of water. Even though you were dead tired, you didn't want his efforts to be in vain, same for the tall skeleton who finished to prepare the dinner alone. You took one bite and lowered your glance on the plate. He kept the sauce you prepared. Oh, your heart. It was hurting. You finished the dish before Sans took the empty plate back with the flatware and put them aside on the nightstand next to his bed.
« You can stay here for the night. » Sans said for reassurance. « You'll be safe with me, I swear. »
You could spot a faint blush on his face at this moment while he looked away timidly. You had to admit it was really cute. You nodded and you laid back down, followed by the monster who was now next to you. He wouldn't bother and take a blanket for himself, and since you were cooking from the warmth of that phenomenal amount of blankets you had, you decided to fight them so a couple would fall on him. He stared at you doing your weird shenanigans and couldn't repress a chuckle, amused.
« Goodnight... » you mumbled tiredly once you were done kicking and punching your lumpy enemies and satisfied with the amount of them remaining. The skeleton was gently playing with a lock of your hair as he waited for sleep to kick in. You couldn't help but smile at how good the innocent action felt. His hand was just a bit cool for you to appreciate it, and you were too exhausted to feel ashamed to enjoy his loving attention after all the horrible things that same hand has done. You fell back in slumber in a matter of seconds.
« Goodnight. » Sans whispered as he watched your peaceful, sleeping form.
You woke up again in the night. You'd have known it was around 2am if you had any hint of the time. And once again, you were in a prison of bones because a skeleton found in you the perfect body pillow to hug while sleeping.
...What's up with them using you as a body pillow ?
Anyway. You crawled away from his loosened arms. If you couldn't sleep with him, it was only because guilt was creeping up on you so bad it was haunting your dreams. You'd try to screw your eyes shut but they'll open wide on their own again not long after to stare blankly at a wall, and any time you'd be actually dozing off, Papyrus' horrified face would appear in a flash in your mind and you'd jolt awake with anxiety. It was useless to try and ignore this any longer. You needed to see Papyrus. You had to apologize. So you walked out of Sans' room on your tiptoes and after a quick visit to the bathroom to wash your face and brush your teeth, you silently reached for his brother's. Was the door open, at least ? You verified. Oh, thank lord, it wasn't locked. Still without a sound, even holding your breath, you entered the room plunged into darkness. Although you did your best to be discreet, Papyrus sensed your agitated soul and woke up or... More likely jolted awake, gasping in surprise, red lights appearing in the dark to pierce through you with sharp sounds of moving sheets as he lifted his body in his wake. You were making your way around with a raised hand searching for obstacles, only to find the baroque styled four poster bed to hold onto and find your bearings back about his room, your eyes focused on his black-pitch mass as he turned on the lamp posted on the nightstand next to him. The lanky skeleton took support on his elbows to stare at you with a slight nervous frown.
« What are you doing here, human ? Go back to sleep. » he told you with a painfully unused voice. You shook your head silently before you spoke up.
« I can't... » you whispered softly. He tilted his head, confused. You could still see the bruise on his cheekbone, and the terrible feeling of guilt haunted you again. Why did he still have the injury ? Didn't he eat ? It looked painful... « Can I... Sleep with you ? » you asked shyly with your head buried in your shoulders in shame.
He considered it for a few seconds, before he sighed silently and nodded. Relief animated you and you bent until you could reach and embrace him around the neck, your head resting next to his. He twitched in shock, his own arms lifted in a reflex of defense but stopped midway.
« Human ? » his raspy voice called you with a point of concern. He was completely lost. His chest was rising and falling a bit faster in apprehension against yours. The hum of his magic sang higher in your ears.
« I'm sorry, Papyrus... I shouldn't have hurt you... » you whispered. At this moment, his breathing slowed down, and so the magical hum lowered. « This isn't what I wanted, I swear... I never wanted to hurt you. But... But I understand if you don't want to forgive me, I just... Wanted to let you know that I regret what I've done. »
Since your face was buried, you couldn't see his softened expression when you apologized. He wasn't looking at you, his glance lost on the ceiling when his arms slowly snaked around your waist and he pulled you on the bed in a careful manner, making you both roll so you were laying on the usual spot you used to sleep on, right next to the wall. You were laid on your back with your legs dangling off his hipbone and Papyrus, on his right side to face you. He rested his head against your shoulder while he was slowly curling up around your small frame. It was his silent way of forgiving you. You couldn't help but whimper silently at the realization and you hugged him tight, which he didn't object, doing the same but not without holding back on his part.
You both laid there together in an almost religious silence. It took a couple minutes for your emotional turmoil to ease and soon, you found yourself relaxing at his touch. With your gaze on the ceiling of his room, you let your mind wander for a while until you noticed your own senses as if they just awakened. For a split second, you wondered if you've been dissociating, so familiar you were with numbing out your senses and the fact that anytime you were grounded again within your own body always made you alienated. Always experienced it as snapping out of a dream you weren't aware of having... But right here, that feeling of alienation never came. Because of how slowly you took notice of your surroundings, your senses gently awoke to Papyrus' contact. Firstly, you grew aware of his ribcage's raise and fall against your side as he breathed peacefully, of how pleasantly his head resting on your chest weighed. You basked in the quiet hum of his magic, took in the scent of pine, snow and golden flowers that accompanied the discreet smell of bones. A smell you grew well acquainted with. Your right hand that landed on his arm when he laid you down earlier had been travelling along his humerus ever since, its texture felt smooth under your fingertips and you'd notice in their journey light gaps whenever they came across scars that had long healed. Your hand would linger there to run your fingers along the marks to feel the difference of texture, then go back to the gentle strokes you gave his arm. He has been nothing but appreciative of your attention, quietly laying on your side to listen to your calming heartbeats with arms holding your warm frame close.
You don't know how long you've been enjoying each other's presence until he sucked in a breath, his head still under your chin.
« I should be the one apologizing, human. » he talked quietly, almost in a whisper. You looked down in concern for a quick second. He sounded choked up like he had been struggling to speak up all this time. « I just wanted to know... »
« I know... » You were now the one peacefully staring at the ceiling of the bedroom.
« Harming you wasn't my intention. »
« I know. »
« I was blinded by my own anger. »
« I know. »
« ... » His embrace tightened. « Your kindness will get you killed... »
« ... » You closed your eyes, smiling. « I know... »
And this was his way to apologize. A short silence settled down while he lost himself in wonder, asking himself if he should talk more. At least, it was working : he was talking. It was a really good start. He who used to mute his feelings to replace them with violence and harsh words. You didn't realize you were caressing the back of his skull to relax him but he didn't seem to mind, too busy thinking.
« Will you tell me what happened to you ? » he finally asked after some hesitation.
This question made you stop petting his head and you lowered your glance to meet his. His expression... It was impossible to read it. You raised your forearm to be able to look at your marks and right when he felt the weight shift, he grabbed it to be able to see them closely as well. You stiffened for half a second when you felt his sharp thumb run over one of the light scars. You were both focused on that when you answered.
« I told you... I don't know, Papyrus. » he was now looking at you with a puzzled expression.
« Did you lose your memory ? » he asked again. You nodded slightly.
« I suppose ? I don't remember my life before I arrived here and... I don't think I'd like to remember it actually. I'm just glad being here with you. » You replied softly.
A faint smile crept up on your face. It took a moment for him to tear his glance away from it and stare at your past wounds that he has been touching with a hardly restrained fascination instead. As he kept caressing the marks, he asked.
« Does it hurt ? »
He was using the same words and the same manners you showed him that day, when you discovered his fresh bruise. He seemed to learn from you. Thinking of it made your heart swell with happiness and pride. He looked at you again, only waiting for you to reply.
« It doesn't matter. »
For once, when you woke up, you weren't stuck in the sleeping skeleton's arms because he only draped them over your waist, so you could go and use the bathroom. You didn't know what time it was again, all you knew was that it was still dark outside. You opened the door to reach for the restroom but not without having to hold on the wall to be guided through the dark.
Once you were done with your deed and your hands washed, you were ready to go back to sleep. You opened the bathroom door to a house still fully plunged in the dark, meaning that you'll have to feel for your surrroundings again. With your palm against the wall to search for Papyrus' door, you walked slowly. You found the doorway and soon after the door handle but before you could lay a hand on it, one clasped against your mouth, forcing you to bend backwards under the pressure before you felt a second hand grip you around the waist right after. Who was it imprisoning you against their tall frame and ripping you away from the door when you started to fight back, throwing your legs around and holding tight on this hand that was shutting your lips, preventing you to scream for help !? You were doing your best to move your head away but it only made their grip around your jaw tighter, almost threatening to hurt you in the process yet you continued squealing the louder you could, hoping someone could hear you, hoping this was just a joke, and a really bad one played by Sans, and yet...
Their hand had fur and felt more like a paw. Your whimpers were muffled as the intruder dragged you down the stairs. Your thoughts were racing in your head, imagining all kind of horrible plans they had in store for you.
Then, despite having a furry hand covering your nose and mouth, you still could smell a strange yet strong scent... Something aggressive that burnt your nasal walls with every breath taken while your abductor walked you out the front door. Didn't Papyrus lock it before going to bed ? Impossible, he couldn't forget, could he ? You kept kicking until the cold hit your poorly covered body and you winced. You noticed black figures standing just in front of the door and waiting patiently for your kidnapper to exit with you. What the hell was happening ? Was it a dream ? Or more likely a horrible, real looking nightmare ?
Snow felt like icey needles in the sole of your feet, you had trouble to find your footing while you were dragged away. You looked up to notice that they've been splashing a liquid on every wall and foundation of the house. Your heart skipped a beat. What were they doing ? You only realized what was going on when a fire monster threw a fireball in the living room to drown the whole ground floor in flames in a blink of an eye. Oh no... The liquid.
It was gasoline.
Other monsters grabbed you when you fought back ferociously and spun to face the cat monster, Burgerpants. It was him who caught you. He dared to turn on you, you who saved him from the dangerous skeleton yesterday. You knew he was the one who organized this. With an anger outburst, you were pulling your arms free from two other creatures that grabbed them to bring you to a halt. After a few seconds of vivid resistance, you heard your friends' screams inside the house in fire. You bit the cat's hand which released you in a reflex, kicked another monster in the leg and broke free from their gasp as they lost balance. Immediately, you rushed towards the house screaming after the ones that you grew to care about, so desperate to rescue them that you couldn't even feel the horrific sensation of needles in your dead cold feet.
Their screams were bestial, haunting and blood-curdling. Why couldn't your legs carry you faster ?! You cried hysterically.
« SAAANS !! PAPYRUS ! A.D !! »
To hell with the flames, you needed to go and save them !! You ran close just enough to feel the change in temperature when you were tackled and buried into the snow front first, so violently it stole the air from your lungs. The one that Papyrus called Burgerpants was on his all four on your body, pushing down to prevent you from getting up while you struggled to breathe again. Everything tuned out, and you barely had the presence to notice his tail whipping the back of your legs while he sat there on top of you. You couldn't move your way out, your body was too busy trying to find air again and the way it was pinned down on the ground was asking double of efforts to try and move. No... You were so close...!
You only realized that the pack of monsters has been dragging you away from the house by your ankles when you returned to your senses and noticed, among their evil laughter at your miserable display, your friends' agonizing cries that never stopped.
Your fingers were numb from the cold and still you clawed at the ground to hold onto something, anything to stop them.
« Please !! Let me go , let me GO, THEY'RE DYING !! SAAANS !! PAPYRUUUS !! »
You were in tears and helpless.
You were screaming and begging, you kept calling to your friends in total despair as they dragged you away until you noticed a silhouette running out of the burning house. A screeching torch came out to stagger in the snow. You recognized Papyrus who fell on his knees, screamed out one last time before his body finally collapsed lifeless. You remained silent, wide-eyed, streams of hot water covering your pale face throughout the horrendous scene in front of you. He was the last one who lived this long. After that, a deathly silence fell, with only the crackling sound of the fire eating the house away filling the atmosphere.
You watched the tiny heart float above the pile of ashes that his body turned into, now scattering in the thin, cold air. You were voiceless as you watched Papyrus' soul split and explode into tiny pieces that evaporated in the fog.
He was dead. Papyrus was dead.
They were all dead.
It's a nightmare. It's a nightmare. I'm going to wake up.
You didn't realize you were screaming again. You couldn't hear anything nor even yourself. You didn't know if that feeling of freezing needles in your chest was caused by the snow or not but... All you could do was stare at Papyrus' ashes scattering around in horror. You don't know how long you've laid there witnessing the monstrosity. It's like the world stopped turning until someone grabbed and rolled you on your back to face you. They were all around you, the demons. They were looming over you with a sickening fascination for your pain, huge and distorded shadows dominating your miserable form.
“Why would you cry for a monster anyway ? They weren't of your species”, their features seemed to ask in a heavy silence.
You recognized the face above yours and couldn't help but feel what remained of your heart shatter. It was the bunny lady who owned the shop standing over you. She had a sadistic smile on her lips as she stared down at you like she figured something out.
« I knew it. I knew you were a monster fucker. Those assholes didn't capture you. » she then chuckled. « Burgerpants was right ; you fucking seduced them. »
Salty water was running on the sides of your head as you laid lifeless under them. It was all over. This pain in your chest was too much to take, so much that the agony that'd follow next wouldn't compete. There is no way you could go through all that shit again. Not alone. Not anymore.
It was your fault, wasn't it ?
You deserved what was coming to you.
Your gaze lost on the ceiling of the Underground, you were gone far, way too to realize that they started ripping your body apart. You didn't even have the senses to feel your limbs being torn off one after another, nor even to hear the sickening noises that you body produced. Only then you had a sliver of awareness that your vessel reacted on its own each time flesh, nerves and bones tore and broke. You observed yourself open your mouth to scream for pain that you couldn't even process. Your body was on auto-pilot and your mind blissfully drowning in a deep sea of grief. Your hazy gaze registered their laughing faces rejoicing each time splashes of blood tainted their bodies and clothes. Your hot blood gushed on the snow around you. Out of your body again, you observed the scene from afar, floating above them all and watching fascinated how the blood running from what was left of your body tainted the white cold powder like crimson butterfly wings.
You wondered if Angels could see you from above.
When they were done tearing your one arm left, your mind was already static. You cried out your misery until there was no air left for you to keep going, no more vocal cords to give you the right to express your torments now. You were blinded by the weak light of your trembling, little soul standing above your chest before you noticed dozens of clawed hands lunge at it in a heartbeat, only for it to explode into small pieces.
The darkness embraced you.
And you embraced it back.