A Guardian's Guardian by WildSpirit-Forever, literature
Literature
A Guardian's Guardian
Jack cried out as he was slammed into the trunk of the tree, pain spreading across his back. He fell to the ground but before he could make any movement to get back up, a furry paw pressed down on the center of his back.
He cried out again as the claws tore though the fabric of his hoodie and dug into his flesh, drawing blood. Tears rushed to his eyes as he grit his teeth, trying to pull away from his attacker. But the paw held him in place.
The cruel laughter stung in his ears and the paw pressed down harder on his back, feeling as it would break his spine. He dug his fingers into the ground, trying to hold back the sob that rose
Trent opened the door of his small apartment and slammed it shut in frustration. He stumbled into this messy abode and threw the bottle he was holding to the ground. The bottle hit the ground and fractured at bit. He wandered into his bedroom and collapsed onto his bed. He swore to himself loudly and tried to sleep, but sleep would not come.
He was depressed, his girlfriend, with whom he had been living with, broke up with him and kicked him out. He had to live in this small detestable apartment. He was wasting all his money at bars and clubs. He felt alone and frightened under all his anger. Tent rolled over and looked out his wind
You can’t seem to find any inch of yourself that isn’t bruised or cut. The slightest movement causes a painful ache. It’s as though Sans had made sure that he hasn’t missed a spot. He’s been oddly particular about how he hurts you, though - your left hand is broken, along with your right ankle and right arm, but those are the only broken bones. You aren’t in pieces, in other words.
It isn’t like it hasn’t been agony. Sans may not have shattered you but he has been getting a lot more precise with that knife of his. The cuts you are covered in are deep, but not so deep as to cause a fatal