A Humerus Time (Sans X Reader, Papyrus X Reader){DISCONTINUED}

Chapter 4: Panic... Attack!

(Quick Warning... implied self-harm/abuse reference near the end. Plus things get a little heated between the reader and Dusty.)

When you had opened your eyes you had been shoved harshly against a wall causing you to fall, but unlike last time he didn't make any attempt to even step near you. So now you sat against the log paneled wall. You could feel the dirt beneath you, but you didn't look away from his eye-sockets. You were too afraid, you'd been in this position one too many times, but you always knew how it ended. That thought alone sent a tremor through you, which he must have noticed because he stepped forward, and you shuffled away only pushing yourself further against the harsh wood wall. You could see his eye twitch, and he squeezed his hands into fists before relaxing them and putting his hands in his pockets.

You could tell your eyes were widened in surprise and shock. He had just wanted to talk, that's what he had said, and now you were in some sort of shed... and the thoughts of what he could do to you... what he wanted to do... they fill your mind to no end. You tried your best to push them away, but the way he was looking at you... You let out a stifled cry trying to keep the tears back.

Breath. In, Out just like all those other times... It will be over soon.

No! Not like all those other times, while you had been afraid then, you were terrified now, this skeleton came from a world where he went so crazy he felt like he had to kill everyone he loved.

Those other times you knew you could have been fought back and been killed, but at least you would have known what you were fighting against, not to mention they might have had the decency to show you mercy, but with him... there was no telling if mercy was going to be an option. But that didn't mean there wasn't hope, right? You have to still try... you can't let that happen again.

He just watched you. His mismatched eye lights would occasionally flick to the left and he would mumble something out under his breath. You knew that he could see his Papyrus, as a result of going insane in his world, and that he talked to him a lot, so maybe that was who he was talking to? Why had you been able to see him earlier but not now? Was it just your mind playing tricks on you? Or was this whole thing fake, just a made-up reality in your mind and you were really just going insane? Your thoughts were racing, and no matter how hard you pulled your hair you couldn't pull yourself out of them.

The blue pupil part of his eye light seemed to dilate before returning to normal, cutting off your thoughts. He stood now towering over you, so you looked down at your knees. Your hands had wrapped around them to pull them closer to you. You instinctively started pulling the blanket tighter around your arms, realizing that it had teleported along with you.

He had gotten closer, squatting down so he was eye-level -or at least not towering over you. You felt your chin being lifted gently, but you closed your eyes, feeling the tears already falling. You didn't want to see his eye lights, you didn't want to see the way he was looking at you. He was quiet for a few moments before he lifted his other hand to wipe the tears that had started falling. It was odd, feeling his phalanges against your skin. You expected them to be rough, but they were smooth, but not soft. He pulled his hand away, and you could feel his eye lights roaming over your face. You wanted to be anywhere but there. Anywhere than alone with him. Hell, you'd even take being alone with him . At least then you'd know what to expect, but with Dusty, everything was unexpected, making him dangerous.

He muttered something again, startling you out of your thoughts and making you open your eyes. He was much closer than before and was sitting cross-legged, still watching you, but next to him was the Papyrus head, there was a ghostly hand that rested on Dusty's shoulder, his head was tilted slightly, and you could see a look of concern in his eyes. You looked back to see that Dusty's eye light seemed to have narrowed on you, so you looked down at your hands again.