I started to feel dizzy, my head in a fanatic spin. Those spoken words rang like bells in my ears and I was unable to forget. Old friend? What did those words mean? I had only known Sans a few days, certainly not long enough to call him old friend or even anything close. I rubbed the back of my head gently, feeling a small sort of throbbing sensation that grew more insufferable with every passing second. I muttered gently under my breath, not wanting to offend a lady such as Toriel or anger the skeleton into a blind rage. A child was present after all. I could feel tears prick in my eyes, flowing like a violent river. I couldn't quite comprehend my surroundings, hearing soft voices like whispering in my ears. Fear washed over me, something Sans could surely see as he came closer to me, almost in sync with the thumping of my brain. 

" Kiddo? What's up? " 

" W..what's..up? " I could hardly hear him, the ringing in my ears becoming louder. Without warning my limbs began to thrash, knocking my bones against hard wood and surely spraining them. I couldn't control myself, like a puppet on a string. I was being controlled, manipulated and left without freedom. I could feel Sans' bony hands grab me tightly, digging into my shoulder and drawing small drops of blood. They stained the skeleton's well kept shirt like watery ink, spreading over the fabric quick and fast with each drop. My mind was tired, my limbs heavy and only able to move my eyes. I however, wished that I had not done such a thing. I began to shake, seeing the same dark figure from before and knowing nobody else could lay their eyes on him. 

His body dripped like tar. Drip, drop. Chilling my very core but upon hearing his crackly and distorted voice made my blood run as cold as ice. 

" For now you belong to me and I will speak through your tongue " 

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