Sans pov

I groaned loudly as I sat up, holding my head in my hands as the world spinned around me. I got up, nearly falling back down as I leaned against the wall for support. It took a few moments until I finally remembered what happened. Once realization hit me, I let out a soft growl.

Though I remembered what happened I didn't understand how I was home in my bed instead of... Well I'd much rather be here to be honest. I stumbled out of my room.

"Brother?.." I grumbled slightly, walking down the stairs and slightly tripping. No response. I felt slightly anxious, now noticing how quiet it actually was in the house. The lights were rather dim in the living room, the main source being in the kitchen. The anxiety grew within me as I soon reached the kitchen entrance, now peeking around the corner.

I froze into place, the scene in front of me..being enough to make even the strongest man quiver.

The orange tiles were now a dark sticky crimson color, bits of flesh piling up into a corner. The fridge was slightly opened, the light inside flickering. Papyrus scarf was tied into a bow right in front of the pile of meat.

I stared until my knees grew weak and my stomach taking its last turn. I threw up what little food and liquid I had inside me, falling down to my knees. Hot tears burned the corners of my eyes as I fearfully reached into my pocket. I pulled out my phone, dialed the three infamous numbers no one would ever want to dial.

"911, what's your emergency?"

Your pov

With a soft yawn, you sat up on your bed. Pain shot throughout your body but you didn't quiet understand why. Yesterday was nothing but a blur so you had nothing to help you understand why you felt pain now. Nevertheless, you straightened your clothing and went to the kitchen.

Your father loomed over the stove with a blank expression, watching ass the eggs cooked. The sight disturbed you slightly but you remained silent about the scene.

"Mom sleeping?" You asked calmly as you sat down. He turned to look at with a confused expression.

"Mom?" He asked softly, shining you a small sad smile. You nodded slightly, not understanding what was happening.

"Yeah... mom." You confirmed. He placed the eggs on a plate, walking over to you. He kneeled down to your height and gently cupped your cheek.

"Mom... mom isn't here.. remember?.. she's been gone.. gone for a very long time..." she murmured as he gently stroked your cheek. Your eyes widened at the new found information.

"W-what?.." You asked softly, feeling tears begin to form.

"Oh sweetie.." He murmured as he gently pulled you closely to him, hugging your small frame. "You're sick darling... it's eating your memories and replacing them with fake ones.." He explained as he rubbed circles into your back. You held back a sob as you buried your head into his shoulder, suddenly feeling extremely emotional.

"W-what happened t-to mommy?.." You choked out softly.

"My poor little sick girl..." Your father murmured, avoiding the question as he continued to hold you. "You forgot your medicine again, didn't you?" He asked softly. You sniffled, giving a small nod.

"I-I think so.." You answered. He hummed softly as he then reached into his pocket, pulling out two pills and handing them to you.

"Take them darling.." He cooed softly. You gave a small nod and dry swallowed the pills, dizziness hitting you hard. "Poor sick girl... I think you might be far from healing..."