Dream Sans Adopts!

Prolonge

Warnings:
This chapter depicts violence, cursing, talk of self harm, major depression and severe anxiety, do if you are sensitive to any of those, then please leave!

The Bad Sanses really needed to rip up my new au, huh? I just fucking created this and- uugghhh! This is my one comfort space, dammit!
And no way In sending the genocider out there, quite literally all of them are traumatized by them, and that's not fair!
I took a deep breath, feeling myself numb as I watch the killing. Nonetheless, I was crying. I opened my controls and set my HP to an unbeatable number. I just spammed nines. I'd be fine.
Why did I even make a genocide route? I know my subconscious made Karla as a form of my self-hate because of my identity disorder, blah, blah, blah. It's not my fault, but I blame myself.
Killer ravaged through the doors, slashing as I dodged.
My half soul lunged out of its chest. Killer went again, and his ripped my clothes. I knew he was dead inside. I saw it in his eyes. He wouldn't stop until he couldn't fight.
I had a gash on my hand for trying to take the weapon.
"Killer, stop." I bitched pathetically, waving my hand with pain.
He stabbed my ribs, ripping out the knife. I kneeled in pain, whimpering.
He gripped my by the collar and threw me into the corner.
Karla appeared behind him in my imagination, speaking in my head.
'Aww.. Poor thing's in trouble..?' She mocked in my head as she walked towards me, I think.
"Killer.. Killer, please, you won't win this.." I choked.
He stared down at me lifelessly.
"I need backup here, you fucking nimrods!" Nightmare shouted. Killer's eyes heavyed before he jumped out the window.
I hyperventilated. By now, Arun was long gone, probably hiding somewhere just like their brother, Izar.
There was shouting I couldn't focus on.
'Come on, my puppet. You sitting around is no fun.~' Karla teased, my body leaning into a fake hug out of desperation.
'Shh, shh my toy. You're okay.' I kept sobbing.
Karla scowled with annoyance.
'I said, you're fine.' Karla hissed. I frowned, coughing up blood. I searched my mouth, tasting it. It reminded me of when I self-harmed and licked the blood off.
Karla grabbed my neck as I my body tried to relax.
'Oh, so you do listen. Good pet.' Karla smirked, them squeezing their hand to make me cough.
I heard a bows and daggers, gaster blasters and more going off.
'Focus on me, I'm all you need.' They whispered in my ear, straddling me as one hand lined my neck, the other pressured my wounded side, making me wince.
'Shhhhh...' They rasped in my ear.
'I'm all you need.' I melted into them, whining.
'Good plaything.. Good..' They crooned. I barely listening to the commands Dream gave.
". . This hurts.." I strained, voice tight as I coughed up more blood.
'You're okay, dove..' They cooed as my stomach grumbled, which I didn't hear, and Karla ignored.
I laid down and clung to the fake person.
'Good toy.' They praised. I was used to their manipulation by now. I just, accepted it for the most part. Being safe wasn't worth my time.
I tried not to black out. If I did, Karla would reset and I wouldn't have to suffer right now, and I couldn't have something I didn't deserve.
Afte someone opened the door. My mind was too fuzzy, and my eyes were too heavy to focus. I felt comfortable with the person around, like the tension was nonexistent.
Someone real cradled me, petting my head.
"It's okay.. It's okay, dear.." They spoke so softly. I'm.. this person's dear..?
'Get away from him, Danica.' Karla growled. I didn't care. I was so over everything.
I coughed in a direction, I'd have to assume was down.
The figure reached a hand under my shirt and against my side, seeing the blood from there. Magic tingled it, softening the blow.
By now, I had a good guess it was Dream. The healing, the aura, and the blur of a light yellow was a pretty good indication.
The assumption of Dream paused before creating a portal and taking me through. I felt the cushions of a couch, in which I nuzzled.
Dream chuckled warmly, a hand still on my gash.
"Gods, who did this to you?" Dream asked himself. I didn't seem like a murderer, in fact, quite the opposite. I looked like I didn't have the heart to kill a mouse.
I rubbed my shoulder with his free hand, frowning.
I clung to a pillow, taking labored breaths.
Dream sighed with worry, but knew comforting me was the best option.
"You'll be okay, love." I shuttered anxiously at the pet name, which Karla laughed at.
'Aww.. You gettin' tired of being mocked? He must really hate you to.' They giggled rudely.
'You ruined that for me, not him.' I responded to Karla internally, my wound hurting less even if my coughing was still hysterical.
"You're alright, young one.." Dream murmured.
I softened into his touch, smiled weakly as my stomach roared with hunger.
My wound didn't hurt, but I could tell it wasn't gone. Bedore I knew it, I had felt myself begin to lull into drowsiness.
My body limped, eyes closing.
'Shhh.. You'll be okay.. I promise.' Dream hushed, his hand now holding my cheek. I nestled into it, resting. I knew I was in better hands than I was fives minute ago.

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930 worddddsssss!!! YeayyyyAaa. I've gotten so little sleep and I relapsed not even a week ago, but fuck it, yolo!! Cya when I'm not busy with school or disassociating lolll