The World in Two || G!Sans (Rewriting)

Chapter Twenty Three- Panic

'I wonder if they're looking for me. Don't be stupid of course they are.

I haven't been able to sleep without waking up instantly to me shifting and hurting myself.

With not being able to sleep I haven't been able to see Jake and get a scare which is good. But on the down side I'm unable to get to the void and get Gasters help.

They had me in a cell for a while. I'd been praying and day dreaming that G or someone would get me out.

It's been hell and a few days. How long I have no idea.'

I gasp for air as the cloth is removed from my face and the water stops. A coughing fit takes over my body as a hand grabs my hair, using it to pull my head back up.

"You gonna tell me now?" The man snaps.

I'm probably getting to him more then he is to me. I'd never give them what they want. I'd put my life on the line for my friends. I have a feeling that's what this is.

He's been at this all night with me. I always either stay quiet of curse him out.

"Like I'd ever fucking tell you." I tell him. 

I spit in his face. The liquid's a crimson red color from the hits I'd been taking. 

I wipes it off, pure rage and anger radiating off of him. Just what I wanted.

"You bitch!" He yells, and pulls me straight off the table and onto the now wet floor. He begins kicking and punching me now would be great for G......no....okay.

I slightly knew this was coming, I still needed it to happen.

"Alright that's enough." One of the guys said. The guy continues to beat me though, despite what the other guy said. After a couple more moments the door opens and a new guy and the other on take him away.

He protests and yells, trying to get out of their grip. The door closes behind them as they leave. 

'That could have gone a lot worse.'

Shakily I get to my feet, leaning on the table, gasping for a breath that's not there. I'm pretty sure at least one of my ribs are broken.

I'll live at least. I'll be able to keep hoping that I can sleep tonight and get to the void. 

I slowly make my way to one of the seats in the room. My hearing is off since my last beating. I've been having trouble hearing out of my right ear. 

I'd been trying to come up with a plan of escape. But every plan's altered with every beating. 

Every beating I get worse new cuts and bruises. I've been choked, beaten, whipped, nearly drowned as of today even.

I've got new scars. They never see me cry. I'll scream yeah. But nothing will ever come close to the pain of seeing everyone around you die countless times.

~Time Skip~

I don't think they're coming for me. I've come to learn that it's been about 2 weeks or so. They've been watching me, waiting for me to break.

I've tried just about everything. Breaking this damn collar, slipping out during a torture section.

They have this session of torture they call 'Scaring'. It involved being strapped to a chair, and having them do things to you and your SOUL. 

It wasn't fun. It hurt like hell. I'm not okay in SOUL, in mind, or in body.

I've tried and tried to get to Gaster. I have. Every time it's either they'd come or I'd be woken up by another Monster calling out in pain or I'd wake up to my own pain.