Papyrus - Undyne Injure

Papyrus jumped back, panic slamming into him like an avalanche. His attack tore free, misaligned and far too strong, ripping along the ground straight for Undyne.



If she hadn't been blue, she could have gotten out of the way. But she was too heavy, too tired, and there was no time. In the split second before his attack hit, Papyrus saw her brace herself, barring her spear across her chest, planting herself firmly, teeth bared.



Papyrus had started running as soon as the attack launched; he stumbled as he watched it hit, shattering Undyne's spear in an instant and tossing her across the yard like a rag doll. “Undyne!”



Undyne hit the ground at an angle, tumbling over and over until she struck the wall of her house. She landed in a senseless heap.



Papyrus skidded to a halt at her side and fell to his knees, tears streaming down his face. Oh god, oh god, oh god, he'd been afraid this would happen! “Undyne!” His hands shook. Her arm was folded under her at an unnatural angle, but he was afraid to move her in case he hurt her worse. Blood trickled from her slack mouth, stained her white tank. “Oh, my god,” he moaned, “what did I do?”



He wanted nothing more than to bind his magic up tightly so it couldn't do any more damage, but Undyne needed help. The worst of her wounds was the gash his attack had put in her chest. Carefully, Papyrus peeled the sticky fabric away, fighting down nausea. She'd been more or less split open; a large, messy tear of ragged scales and flesh running between her breasts from collarbones to the base of her ribcage. A sliver of her sternum peeked out under the shredded muscle, and thank god it had held. Blood and raw magic oozed from the wound.

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