Yo guys! Here's a Undertale fanfic. I recently became obses- * cough, cough* I mean interested in this game. So don't expect me to continue my fnaf fix for a while. PS, I like fanfitions with feels, and if you got a problem with that. To bad. I don't wake in the mornings so I can impress haters. Enjoy the chapter ;)

I do not own Undertake. If I did it would be a series by now

"I know there's a good person in there. What happened to that girl I met in the woods?"

There they were, in Judgement Hall. Sans found out about her plans to kill everyone, so he lead her to the building before she could do any damage. Frisk's only answer to Sans's question was silence, but inside she was screaming bloody murder.

'Sans! Please, just kill me!' 'Shut up, brat! I'm in control now!'

"C'mon kid! All you have to do is put down your weapon!"

"S-Sans..." Sans was taken aback by her voice. It wasn't the overly happy and sweet voice from when they had begun fighting. No, this was a pain filled voice, barely a whisper, as if something was trying to stop her from speaking. Even her crazed smile looked strained, like she was fighting against herself to keep to keep it on her once kind face

"Y-Yeah, that's right kid. C'mon, just give up." He could see her struggling to move forward to attack him. He froze when he heard those next words fall from her lips. Words that should have never been spoken by her.

"S-Sans, please... Kill me..." Her eyes flashed from that horrible vbloody red to a warm chocolate brown, only to return to red, followed by her lunging at him with her kitchen knife. Sans dodged to the side at the last second, and forced her back with his own attacks. By now Frisk was covered in cuts, scrapes and bruises, with a small stab wound on her left leg. Sans only had small scratches from a few close calls.

Frisk seemed to be moving more fluently, sadistic smile resting on her face once more. Sans called out again, trpying to reason with her.

"Please Frisk! Let's go home! I bet Papyrus already made some spaghetti for us all."

'Tch. I think its time to kill this idiot. Then we can have some real fun. Don't you agree, partner?' 'No! No more!'

Her eyes turned back to brown, but his time tears started to stream down her cheeks. She lifted her arms, turning the knife on herself, right above tho golden heart shaped locket she found in the woods.

"I'm sorry ,Sans. Forgive me, please..." With those final words she thrust the knife into her chest, destroying the locket in the process. Sans froze, watching as Frisk fell to the floor and a strange red mist seeped out of the broken locket.

"NO! YOU FOOL! NOW I'LL NEVER BE ABLE TO KILL THEM! DAMN YOU! NOOoooo..."

The screaming mist faded into nothing, leaving Sans and Frisk alone.

The short skeleton couldn't believe it. He had attempted to kill an innocent soul that was being controlled. He should've noticed she started acting weird after she found that damn necklace.

He ran to Frisk's side and rolled her onto her back. He was horrified to find the fnife half buried in her chest, blood slowly soaking her once purple an blue sweather.

"Hey kid! Can you hear me?!" Her eyes slowly opened, staring blanking at nothing. "S-Sans?.." "Yeah kid, its me. I'm gonna have to take this out, OK? It'll be over in a second. Think you can handle that?" She only nodded her head. Sans grabbed the knife's handle and in one, swift movement, pulled it out. Frisk screamed in pain, barely managing to stay conscious.

"That's good, kid. I'm gonna take ya home and fix ya up, okay?" He didn't wait for and answer, swiftly taking of her jacket and wrapping her in it. Carefully he picked her up and prepared to take one of his 'short cuts' back home.

Its like one in tha morning here, so I'm gonna go ahead an pass out now. Excuse my lack of puns but I'm pretty sure even Sans doesn't make many jokes I such a bad situation. Please leave a review! *passes out on keyboard*