Any moment that fist would smash into his bones. With only a single hit point, he would be dusted. His soul would shatter, as would most of his bones, he suspected. He only prayed that it would be quick.
...But nothing happened.
Taking deep breaths, he opened his eye sockets. Three feet in front of him was that fist, the cement under it shattered from the force. Each of the shifters were staring at him with varying degrees of shock. how... how did I get over here?
'Did that monster just…?' Tiger breathed. His voice seemed to snap Xander out of his shock. Despite the pain, he jumped to his feet, attempting to attack again. Sans jumped back in fright, but before the enraged shifter could lay a hand on him, he froze. A greyish glow emitted from his skin. Sans looked over at Scream. His hand was held out, and a flame the same colour trailed from his right eye. Taking a deep breath, he threw his hand to the side, and Xander slammed against the wall.
'Tigor! Cuff 'em! I can't hold him forever!' He hissed, a single drop of bright red blood trailing from his nose. Tigor was quick to snap out of his shock, pulling out cuffs as he yanked the shifters arms back. In a quick motion the shifter was contained.
Scream let out a breath, the flame leaving his eye as he leaned against the wall. Absentmindedly, he wiped the blood away, though it smudged slightly against his cheek.
'I was unaware that monsters could teleport.' Tigor muttered, his grip on Xander's arm never faltering as he fiercely struggled. Scream just shrugged, suddenly seeming very tired.
'From the reports we got, they shouldn't be able to do anything like that.' He muttered, eyes looking over at Sans with an almost child-like curiosity.
'Well, now what?' Tigor asked, 'I doubt the shelter would know what to do about this.' Scream cocked his head, thinking for a moment.
'Can always talk to Ash 'bout it.' He murmured, stepping forward.
Sans gasped, trying to move away from the approaching shifter. What was happening? I… I teleported? But he hadn't been able to do that since…
That shock had damaged the collar! It must have.
Scream knelt down in front of him, his movements slow as a hand reached for him. Sans flinched, which made the shifter grimace.
'Don't worry bud. I won't hurt ya.' He cooed.
'It's… not like… the… stupid thing… can… understand you… Darkscream!' Xander spat though pants. Scream's eyes shot to him, that flame appearing for just a moment as he glared. Xander suddenly jerked, his head smashing against the wall. Tigor rolled his eyes, now grabbing the unconscious shifter and throwing him over his shoulder.
Darkscream carefully wrapped a couple of fingers around the startled skeleton. He was surprisingly gentle, lifting the skeleton and placing him onto his free palm.
'There we go,' He chirped, standing up, 'That wasn't so bad, now, was it?'
'Scream, I'm going to go the brig and hand this lowlife over to the guards,' Tigor muttered, backing out of the alley, 'See what you can do for the skeleton.'
Sans didn't really pay attention as Darkscream began walking. Instead, he fingered the collar hugging his neck. He had been able to teleport, if only a small distance. Looking down at his hand, he concentrated. A single blue bone hovered on his palm. He attempted to speak, but no sound came out. still can't talk, then…
Darkscream then gently placed Sans onto a small table, effectively jarring him from his thoughts. Sans looked around at the small office they had entered. The walls were white, and a small open door led off into what appeared to be a medical room. Scream was slowly creeping behind a girl at the desk in the middle of the room. Suddenly he pounced forward, grabbing the startled girl and wrapping an arm around her neck.
'Gimme the goods! Or else, your chemistry!' Instead of being afraid of the threat, the girls eyebrows furrowed with confusion.
'Dude, don't ya mean "history"?'
'Don't change the subject!' They were silent for a moment, then both burst into laughter. Even Sans snickered quietly.
'Gonna let me go?' She asked, turning her neck to look at him. He smirked.
'I have laid down my demands!' He declared. She snorted, but lent closer to kiss his cheek. He laughed, releasing her.
'Ya feelin' better, Ash?' Scream asked. She rolled her eyes.
wait… is this the infamous Ashley? She was nothing like what Sans imagined. He had pictured her to be much older, and much more intimidating. Instead, she gave off an almost calming aura, and seemed much too innocent and child-like to be such a relentless warrior.
'Been better, but thanks.' She murmured, looking back down at the notes she had been looking over.
She looked irritated, despite her smile. Her blue eyes narrowed at the notes, long strands of brunette hair falling over her left eye. She pulled off her black jacket, now only in a camo tank top and black jeans.
'Well, wanna talk 'bout it?' She sighed heavily.
'House twelve got broken into a while ago. No one has been able to catch the perp yet,' She announced, 'They got into the system, too. Not knowing what they were after is gonna drive me crazy.'
'Well, I'm sure Ratap will be able to find out.' Scream assured. She sighed, standing and rushing out to the medical room. After a moment's hesitation, Scream collected Sans and followed her.
'Ya still looking over those guys that team Plebeian brought in?' He asked, thumb rubbing Sans's head lightly. Sans groaned, batting the finger away. This just amused the shifter and he continued his prodding.
'Most of 'em have been helped and sent off to the Shelter. There's just one that's worrying us,' She explained, pausing at a table where a familiar looking girl stood, gentle hands probing a small, still figure, 'How's she doing, hun?'
Joanna looked over at Ashley, a pained look on her face. She sighed, sitting back in her chair.
'Her injuries are… more severe than I anticipated. The monster anatomy is still very new to me, and is much more complicated, what with magic and dust being a factor, and then the different kinds of monsters… I–' Joanna took a deep breath, her eyes watering slightly, 'Ashley, I… I don't think I can help her.'
Sans craned his neck to see what they were talking about. The whites in his eyes darkened at what he saw.
Toriel was placed on some soft fabric, and she looked absolutely horrible. Her bangs were knotted and covered in dirt. Patches of fur had been burnt off, and long, ugly scars littered her body. A fine layer of dust coated what was left of her torn robe. She looked about ready to turn to dust herself.
'Why would someone do this?' Darkscream asked, voice low with some strong emotion Sans couldn't discern.
'Apparently some bolt's were "having fun" with some young monsters, and she tried to protect them,' Ashley ground out, shaking her head, 'They made sure she knew never to try that again, but they went too far.'
She was going to die…
Sans concentrated and blipped over to Toriel's side. The two female shifters jumped at the unexpected appearance, but made no move to intervene when they saw the tears running from his sockets. Sans reached out, hesitated. What could he do? He used his eye to see just how bad she was.
No wonder she looked so broken…
Sans held his hands just over her soul. He took deep breaths, trying hard to summon green magic. Papyrus had always been better at it than he was, but he had to do something. Please, let the collar be broken enough that this will work!
A faint glow shone from his fingers, slowly encasing Toriel's fragile soul. He watched as her HP slowly began to rise, if only a little bit. Now her HP was at eight. Not great, but it was enough to get her soul out of danger, and she even began to stir.
'Ashley… She's stabilized,' Joanna breathed, eyes on a small monitor, before gazing at Sans in awe, 'How were you able to do that, Blue Jay?'
'You… you know this monster?' Ashley inquired.
'Well, yeah… He's Jason's monster.' Joanna muttered.
'Then… Darkscream, you got him off of Xander Ioian, am I right?'
'Yeah? Tigor was heading off to the brig when I came here,' He explained, shrugging, 'How come?' Ashley looked down at the two monsters thoughtfully. Sans fidgeted. Those eyes were calculating, hard, and dangerous, completely unlike to the rest of her kind demeanor.
'I suppose I better tell Jason that his monster has been located, then.'