How it happened, I don't know?

I have no clue.

But, I was throwing up, on all fours, into a ditch..

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"Come back!", I could feel the potter patter of synchronization of our feet moving. I didn't know where the fuck I was going, if I was going deeper into the endless abyss of darkness. I just hoped that wherever it lead was the right way.

And then-

THUD.

"The.. the fuck..", I mumbled as I rubbed my forehead.. it was a bit wet, but I'm sure their was a visible bruise. Are forehead-hickeys a thing? If so then I could play this bruise off like a hand shake-

"What.. what the hell..", my voice shook with fear as I looked up at the figure in front of me.

It was black.. big, only the smallest bit of white piercing through the top..

(Sounds like a dick :/)

The figure turned around, it's smile shaking me to my core.. those empty, soulless eyes.. along with the cracks above it's eye sockets.. 8 hands appeared.. holes in every each one.. its breathing was shallow.. but, hard to where I could hear it..

I wanted to scream but, I couldn't.., where had I felt this kind of emotion before..?

Oh.. right.

It was fear.

"Oh, you're back?"
"...."

"AAAAAAAAAAAA-"

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GASP

"Chara! Hey, are you okay?!", my vision was blurry.. my throat was sore.. body paralyzed.., I felt cold hands on my lower arms, shaking me with a secure grip.. a white skull slowly faded into view.., pinpricks small, eyes wide, smile shaking to keep its grin.

"What.. wha-"
"You, uh, were.. on the floor.. seemed to be, knocked out cold.. I thought you were dead-"
"I feel like shit.."
"You look like shit, also-"
"Shut up."

As I sat up, my head started to hurt.., the world went dizzy, and trying to remember the figure made me feel sick to my stomach. Like.. really sick.

I quickly escaped myself from Sans' grasp, shoving him out the way to throw up in some weird ditch behind him. Every time I thought of.. that place.. how dark it was, the temperature.. the black figure.. that disgusting smile.., disfigured body.., I just felt even sicker..

Sans had kneeled down beside me, patting my back as he held up my hair.

"Chara, we have a lot to talk about once you're done puking up your insides."