For a moment she can't believe it. But the unnerving quiet, the ashen dust at her feet- did he leave her? Did he... die?
No- she- she has to be imagining this. This has to be one of her old nightmares again. Visions. When she messed with time too much. That's all it is. Messed up time. That's all.
She shakes with suppressed sobs, quietly letting her head settle back onto the ground. Trying not to think about the hand that was around her ankle moment, and gone the next. Trying not to think about how alone she is. How much she wishes Chloe was here, just to cradle Max's head.
The rocky ceiling above her is cracked and loose, stones and dust falling around her now and then. She should move- escape,get out, before whatever she and Sans did proves too much for the tunnel to take. Before it all comes crumbling down on her.
But her limbs won't move. There's so much blood around her. On her. Her breathing still comes in shallow bursts, and her head feels so, so light.
She's so tired.
She wants to sleep.
Her sobs slow, her muscles loosen. She focuses on her breathing, rhytmic and comforting now that the pain has subsided. Whole minutes pass as she lies there, and her mind wanders off into thoughts about nothing.
She never finds out if the tunnels collapse- they grow darker and darker as she drifts off into a deep, deep sleep.
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For a moment she can't believe it. But the unnerving quiet, the ashen dust at her feet- did he leave her? Did he... die?
No- she- she has to be imagining this. This has to be one of her old nightmares again. Visions. When she messed with time too much. That's all it is. Messed up time. That's all.
She shakes with suppressed sobs, quietly letting her head settle back onto the ground. Trying not to think about the hand that was around her ankle moment, and gone the next. Trying not to think about how alone she is. How much she wishes Chloe was here, just to cradle Max's head.
The rocky ceiling above her is cracked and loose, stones and dust falling around her now and then. She should move- escape,get out, before whatever she and Sans did proves too much for the tunnel to take. Before it all comes crumbling down on her.
But her limbs won't move. There's so much blood around her. On her. Her breathing still comes in shallow bursts, and her head feels so, so light.
She's so tired.
She wants to sleep.
Her sobs slow, her muscles loosen. She focuses on her breathing, rhytmic and comforting now that the pain has subsided. Whole minutes pass as she lies there, and her mind wanders off into thoughts about nothing.
She never finds out if the tunnels collapse- they grow darker and darker as she drifts off into a deep, deep sleep.
She wakes up a day later.