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hadriel_logs2017-07-20 09:57 am
skelebro) wrote in hadriel_logs2017-07-20 09:57 am
and if i told you how this story ends [closed]
Who: Sans, Frisk, and Chara
What: Sans sees something he shouldn't and reacts in a way that he definitely shouldn't
Where: At the school
When: Dawn of the final day, July 25th
Warnings: Bullying, flashbacking. Will add more if necessary.
It's always risky to be sneaking out so soon after getting caught, as he inevitably would be, and roped back into the hospital, but it's a beautiful day outside. The birds are singing and the flowers are in full bloom, and it's a sort of day that deserves to be enjoyed, even if it means Sans is stopping every few paces to muffle a coughing fit with one hand. His hastily scribbled smile, at least, is firmly in place.
His route takes him past the middle school for reasons he can't entirely discern to himself. Maybe it's the fact that he seldom if ever wanders past this area, and therefore is supremely unlikely to be caught in the process.
It occurs to him, as he ambles past, that there's something a bit off-putting about the silence that locks the school up tight while everyone's shut away in their classes. Kids should be out and about, enjoying a damn fine day like this, not sitting around sweating in their seats. But what does he know?
So when there's a sound that doesn't conform to the uniform silence, that's when Sans halts, puzzled. There's the rattle of something impacting the chain link fence, and then something that sounds suspiciously like the meaty thunk of a shoe impacting flesh.
He's pretty damn far from a knight in shining armor, no matter how many leaps in judgment someone feels like taking. But he starts to speed up regardless, eyes scanning his surroundings frantically for the source of the disturbance. Just - just in case, maybe, something's really and truly wrong. Maybe then he can find help.
'Cause what the hell is a sick guy like him gonna do?
What: Sans sees something he shouldn't and reacts in a way that he definitely shouldn't
Where: At the school
When: Dawn of the final day, July 25th
Warnings: Bullying, flashbacking. Will add more if necessary.
It's always risky to be sneaking out so soon after getting caught, as he inevitably would be, and roped back into the hospital, but it's a beautiful day outside. The birds are singing and the flowers are in full bloom, and it's a sort of day that deserves to be enjoyed, even if it means Sans is stopping every few paces to muffle a coughing fit with one hand. His hastily scribbled smile, at least, is firmly in place.
His route takes him past the middle school for reasons he can't entirely discern to himself. Maybe it's the fact that he seldom if ever wanders past this area, and therefore is supremely unlikely to be caught in the process.
It occurs to him, as he ambles past, that there's something a bit off-putting about the silence that locks the school up tight while everyone's shut away in their classes. Kids should be out and about, enjoying a damn fine day like this, not sitting around sweating in their seats. But what does he know?
So when there's a sound that doesn't conform to the uniform silence, that's when Sans halts, puzzled. There's the rattle of something impacting the chain link fence, and then something that sounds suspiciously like the meaty thunk of a shoe impacting flesh.
He's pretty damn far from a knight in shining armor, no matter how many leaps in judgment someone feels like taking. But he starts to speed up regardless, eyes scanning his surroundings frantically for the source of the disturbance. Just - just in case, maybe, something's really and truly wrong. Maybe then he can find help.
'Cause what the hell is a sick guy like him gonna do?
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So do the happiest of children. They're good at smiling genuinely; they're good at being a little louder than they were, when they were first adopted by two very loving parents. They're more mischievous, with a Partner in crime at their side. They get along well with adults. They visit the hospital at least four times a week.
But Frisk still has a secret, even if they don't think it's necessarily...a bad one. They get along with a lot of people; most adults know them across town. The little adventurer. Not the biggest chatterbox, but sociable all the same.
It'd probably surprise a lot of people to know that Frisk's biggest weakness is kids their own age.
The fence rattles as their back comes into contact, stumbling down to their knees with a sharp exhale. Knees hurt, a little. They hear the meaty thunk and a cry of pain, and Frisk isn't sure if that was Chara or if that was Chara, laying into someone who- no. They wouldn't have had it coming. No one would.
It's supposed to be their secret, but Chara knows anyway.
Doesn't mean they were supposed to get involved.
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It shouldn't be a surprise. Since their adoption Chara had become a little better with sharing what they were feeling, relaxing the unknown instinct to keep their expression as neutral as possible. But better didn't quite mean that they were completely open. There were secrets they kept. Some from Frisk and some away from their sibling.
But it looks like they found one of Frisk's, if by a somewhat unintentional accident.
Chara has had their suspicions for some time now about what has been going on between Frisk and a few of their...classmates. Their Partner had a strange sense of luck and ended up in the hospital due to it, but they usually were good about going. Sans being there likely factored into it. But there were some injuries that Frisk insisted on taking care of themselves. The origins of these wounds were unknown but Chara put that and some of the unsavory comments made by a select few together and could see the full picture.
And to them, there was nothing worse than feeling their sibling flinch when Chara touched their arm. It hurt in a way the child couldn't and refused to explain.
Which led to the current predicament. Chara had stumbled across this by complete accident, but it was beneficial at the same time. Still, they're outnumbered and no matter how many times Chara hits back, the others are still coming.
And they can't shake the thought "If only I had that knife." out of their head...
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He knows that striped shirt. And he knows that shape, hunched and curled over as it is. Knows the second silhouette. And Sans is closing the distance between himself and the disturbance, crossing the street as he goes, and he can see one of them hitting another. Too far to see who's hitting who, but it doesn't matter. None of it matters, because there's no teachers, no cops, not even a goddamn crossing guard.
Sans crashes up against the chain link fence, fingers twining in between the rhomboid-shaped gaps.
"Hey."
He breaks off, a cough staggering in his throat, hard enough to jar something, a something that sticks, hot and wet and slimy, to the back of his teeth. He cups a hand beneath his mask, spitting the thick clot of blood into his palm, and even if he sounds hoarse he's still pressing up against the fence separating himself from the scrapping kids, doing his best to glare. Doing his best, and not doing a nearly good enough job of it. Who'd be scared of a sickly guy like him?
"Hey!"