Darkness...that was all he knew. Everything that had happened seemed to have been blurred until there was nothing but darkness. His limbs were heavy, couldn't budge an inch. The air that he inexplicably breathed was as if he were breathing through a thick blanket. All he could do was lay there...and wait for the inevitable...but what was that? He didn't know. ----------------------------------------- Alphys was still cowering in the corner of the room, not daring to tear her eyes off of the Guardian before her. Fear seemed to take root in the yellow scientists mind, but there was also a hint of morbid curiosity of Sans' savior. Her lips trembled as she finally took her eyes off Alyssia and drifted down to the unconscious crumpled hoodie that was her adoptive brother Sans. He hadn't burst into dust yet, so she was relieved of that, but her worry stuck with her. Would he be okay? "Is....is he alright?" She found the words leaving her throat in a hushed sob. She realized that there were streams of tears that had started to roll down her cheeks, but she didn't seem to care. @thefirevoltdemons
