Night Terror Sans: *Scared* *Shaking in fear a tiny bit* *Tries to escape but isn't able to move* *Tears up a tiny bit*
"Enough of that! I will not have any tears when I'm working" She said, her voice as cold as ice as she stuck the needle in his bone
Night Terror Sans: *Gasp quietly* *Sees it* Wh... What are you doing!? *Scared and in pain a little bit*
She hooks the cord up to the IV bag "Finding a cure. You are my test subject I will be using since my last one dusted. It wasn't even a month before it happened!" She goes into the darkness of the room, you can hear the sounds of metel chicking together
Night Terror Sans: *Scared* *Looked at the IV Bag* *Panting in fear quietly* Wh... What?!
"I asume you've heard of the Fallen Down sickness? I'm here to find a cure and of course I can find one if I don't have a test subject" She comes back with a two small tables, one with bottles of something sort of lidueds and the other with...Knifes!?
Night Terror Sans: *Sees* *Gasp quietly* *Scared* Wh... What are you going to do with those?!
"My job. Now, this Iv bag should last you enough to not feel as much pain but..." She places on oxygen mask over your moath "I want to be sure you won't wake up from the smell of the liqueds. If you were someone like me who has grown use to them then I wouldn't put that on you but you are not. I hope your not one that's imune to that Iv. I want you alive for as long as possible" She goes into the darkness of the room again. You hear shuffling.
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