Skies-Never-Fall

Death lingers in the doorway Clad in greys and blacks He flickers through depictions Ready for all situations Though often similar is stature The clothing makes the difference It switches to a woman in white Leaning close, scythe low, unthreatening When suddenly he changes! Terrifying, angry, scythe back into a weapon Looming, growling, teeth bared in a snarl Waiting, lingering, for something to break Death lingers in the doorway Clad in all sorts of shades Greys, blacks, even whites The terror never fades.

I groaned, clutching my hand to my head as I slowly opened my eyes. I blinked a few times, trying to get my bearings. “Oh, god, no. Not here. Not again.” I glanced around, recognising the dirty yellow ceiling and floor, as well as the single wall behind me. I bit my lip, staring at the glass walls. The ones I was trapped behind as I had to watch my brother die in front of me. “No, no, no, this can’t be happening. This is just a dream. A-a nightmare!” I pushed myself to my feet, looking around wildly. The glass walls glinted in the sunlight filtering through the hole in the ceiling. They were covered in smudges,

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“Fuckin’ hell. Why the fuck is it so bright?” I winced, sitting up slowly and scanning my surroundings. “Where the fuck—“ My eyes widened and I threw the covers off of me, beginning to panic. “What the fuck happened?” Noticing Sans in the bed next to me, I let out a shriek, falling out of the bed and onto the floor with a thud. “Ow, fuck. Wait. Where the fuck did my clothes go. Who’s shirt am I wearing?” “mornin’ kitten.” “Sans, explain what the fuck happened. Now.” “whoa, calm down, nothin’ ‘appened. ya drank a bit too much, fli

“it’s a yes or no answer, kitten. simple as that. so can ya hurry up an’ pick one and put me the fuck down already?” “What, ‘fraid of heights, sugar?” Sans glared at me, growling quietly as he struggled slightly. “i ain’t scared. sweater’s gettin’ all up in the wrong places. ‘m’sure ya know what it’s like.” I sighed, setting him down. He took a step back, fixing his jumper. “thanks, kitten.” “Don’t mention it. My arm was gettin’ tired, anyways.” “ya callin’ me fat?” “Never said that, sugar.R