Hey guys. So, this isn't an actual story... it's kind of like a concept chapter or something, I don't know. I had this idea a few weeks ago and wrote the first five paragraphs, then left it until, like, three days ago. I wrote the rest and viola, here it is.
So the idea is this:
What if Nightmare Sans and Error Sans decided to work together? (That's not a new idea, I know) and what if they capture a bunch of Sanses to do some evil, magicky stuff? (Not new either) and THEN, what if they have Frisk too? (Not new, but I don't see if very often) finally, what if Sans Prime (or Classic Sans) and Ink Sans work together to save them? (Not new... what a surprise.)
Then I picked my favorite AUs and used their Sanses. That would be...
Handplate AU (really cool, and I know it's popular. Not sure HOW popular, but it's AWESOME)
Gaster Blaster Sans (also really cool. Since there's a lot of different versions and degrees of transformation, I always thought of him as looking mostly normal, but having the sharp not-horn bones on his skull, sharper teeth, a tail, claws, and his legs are structured like an animal's with talons.)
UnderSwap (I actually don't like a blueberry very much... but I LOVE Swapyrus. So Blueberry gets captured and Swapyrus canhelp save him yay!)
DreamTale (DREAMMMMYYYYY because DUH. Nightmare is his brother, so of course it'd be easiest to capture him, so trusting and all.)
And then Frisk, of course.
Then the good guys who team up to save the others AND all the timelines are:
Sans
Ink
Dream (who escapes. Read below)
Fell (because I love Fell x3)
Swapyrus (who is more like Sans than his Sans is)
Gaster!Sans (BECAUSE AAAAAAAAAAAA)
And maybe BabyBones because of course the little cutie would tag along, y'know?
Sooooooooooo I dunno what to do with this. What do you two think? (Sorry couldn't resist)
OH! Also. I wrote this on an app that allows different fonts, so each Sans has a different font. But it doesn't show up on FFN. (Yeah... only Prime and Ink actually use an actual Sans font. I'm sorry, I know that's blasphemous to the rest.)
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"WHeRe ARe y-y-y0U Go1Ng, F-F-Fri5k?" Error asked in his glitching, mismatched voice. He had the poor human girl by the SOUL with his puppet strings, and more were wrapping around
her arms, legs, neck... She was terrified.
Error hated it when she tried to escape... So did Nightmare. "She made a run for it again? You should put more collar, less leash on that pet of ours, Error." The other twisted skeleton rasped as he approached from the direction of the fiery,
reverse version of Snowdin from Frisk's timeline- Undertale Prime.
Frisk trembled, suspended by a tangle of strings in front of the two alternate Sans. If only Ink and HER Sans knew where she was... If only they would find her! But this AU was not among Ink's collection. It was Error and Nightmare's own personal
version, twisted and horrible. They had created it using their combined powers... And that of a few other prisoners. Frisk had watched this world come into being, and she wished never again to witness such pain inflicted on anyone as she had seen
in those moments.
If only she could free all of them... If only she could free herself... If only her Sans would come...
Frisk called for help.
...But nobody came.
Nightmare and Error dragged their favorite plaything away, laughing at her screams. Nobody had come. Nobody would come.
"It's been three days, Ink." Sans muttered in his deep voice. "Are you sure they won't hurt her?" Ink turned to his friend and counterpart, shaking his skull sadly.
"No... But I know they won't kill her. My brother- Error, I mean- he's not a killer. Nightmare likes terrifying his victims, manipulating them to feel the widest range of negative feelings he can. Anger, fear, hate, despair... He feeds off it. Error
just likes playing with people. He... Doesn't know what he's doing... I'm sure of it. Nightmare probably convinced him this was okay."
Sans Ink and Sans Prime had been searching for days for Frisk, ever since Sans Error and Sans Nightmare had abducted her. Prime had been furious when his human was taken, running himself ragged trying to save her. Ink had convinced him to take a
break, just an hour or so... Or more, since the ketchup he had given Sans was drugged.
For his own good, Ink knew. Sans would work himself to the BONE (heh heh) if Ink didn't do something to stop him for at least a little while. Of course, the comedian had been even more angry when he awoke and figured out what happened, but
Ink explained and eventually Sans calmed down.
Now, the two skeletons were sitting in what passed for Ink's living room as they went through AU after AU, trying to figure out where Frisk was being held.
They had so far been unsuccessful.
"Ink! INK!" Both skeletons whirled to face the intruder. Sans' left eye glowed a vicious blue, and Ink had the broom-sized paintbrush in his hand, mismatched eyes narrowed fiercely. Each of their defenses, however, were lowered when the invader
turned out to be Sans Dream.
"Dream? What are you doing here?!" Ink asked incredulously. This wasn't the right question to ask the caped skeleton; the right question to ask would have been 'where have you been?!'
Sans Dream had gone missing three months ago.
He fell to his hands and knees in front of Ink and Sans, coughing up a few drops of monster blood. The guardian of Alternate Universes collapsed beside his good friend, hugging Dream tightly. Sans stayed where he was, inspecting the newcomer. Prime had
always been one of the more paranoid of the Sanses.
Dream's cape was jaggedly torn and scorched in several places. His pants were ripped and bloodied. One shoe was gone, and the other was uncharacteristically monochromatic. Several cracks in Dream's bones were deep and untreated, and the band he wore on
his skull was gone.
All in all, Dream looked like a nightmare.
"Geez, what happened to you, kid?" Sans finally spoke up, kneeling beside the other two. He placed a hand on Dream's shoulder carefully, unsure if this would actually break him. Judging from the state of his bones, it might have had Sans not been
so incredibly gentle.
"Er-Error... A-and Nightmare. Frisk... Blaster... Th-the others... They h-have... Them... All..." Dream coughed again. His eye sockets closed and the grip on Ink's scarf became nonexistent. Sans CHECKed the injured monster.
0.5 HP
0.4 HP
"Ink- he's dying. We gotta get him something fast or Dreamy here is gone- and his information with him." Though easy-going was Sans' M.O., in battle or on a mission he was extremely ruthless. Dream had said 'Frisk'.
Sans probably would have saved him because he cared about the monster's life, but the second HIS human was mentioned Dream's life became important only for information.
Sans took charge and picked his smaller version up, placing him on Ink's art table. Ink grabbed a piece of Butterscotch Pie from Toriel Prime's kitchen and handed it to Sans. "He's my friend." He mumbled. Sans ignored the artist. He was useless as long
as he was in shock anyway, and Prime had more important things to worry about than that.
Force feeding Dream wasn't too hard, and both conscious monsters stood back as the healing item did its magic. Bones re-connected, fractures sealed up, clothes were restored. The metal band reappeared on the crown of Dream's skull. Finally, after seeming
hours, his eyes opened wide.
"Ink- Error and Nightmare are going to destroy everything!"
Frisk had curled into a ball the second Error's puppet strings released her in the cell she'd come to know as home. Scooting as far into the back corner as she could, the poor girl glared at her captors through a veil of brown bangs.
She was scared of them, for sure. Terrified, even. But Frisk was the human embodiment of Detemination, and even after all this time, she had not been broken.
Not... completely, anyway. Frisk had never been through anything as bad as this, and it was taking its toll. Not even the other SOUL of Determination, Frisk's almost constant companion Chara could help her here, unlike any other time since Frisk
had fallen in the beginning. The (rather mean) ghost had been only visible to Frisk, up until Error and Nightmare appeared out of the blue one day.
Frisk (and Chara by default) had been hanging out with Sans, working on a way to make Chara visible to others besides Frisk. Right as Sans was doing the last bit of wiring in the tiny locket Chara had once owned, an Error sign had appeared in midair between
the skeleton and Frisk. Then another. And another. Frisk had heard Sans curse, something he rarely did in front of her, and pull out his phone to call someone as something that looked like a twisted version of the smaller skelebro appeared.
Chara had seemed to recognize the newcomer as well, but Frisk didn't have any time to wonder how both her friends knew this creature before he'd grabbed her and shoved her through in front of him. Chara, who had never been able to move any farther away
than a yard from Frisk, somehow was stopped from following.
For the first time in ten years, Frisk was completely alone.
And in trouble. Error gleefully explained the girl's situation to Frisk as he dragged her by the SOUL into that very cell three days prior. Nightmare appeared from the shadows behind her, pulling Frisk againsthis chest with a dark chuckle and doing
his best to frighten had only gotten worse in the time since those first moments.
She'd met the other prisoners by now. Dream, Swap, Blaster, and Handplate. Handplate had seemed the most... calm... about everything, with Blaster a close second. Dream and Swap had both been crying when Frisk met them, but the other, calmer Sanses
had been quick to comfort them. All five had quickly become friends, as one tends to do when finding oneself in a dire situation with few others.
Even though Error and Nightmare kept them in separate cells, all of them were let out for meals together. Now, you would think that with only two evil Sanses and four good ones, surely they would have escaped by now, right?
Wrong.
Error kept his puppet strings- which weren't immune to but could block the collective telekinetic ablilites of the others- between captors and captives, and Nightmare ensured that anyone who got too close to the glowing blue barrier was so overwhelmed
by negative emotions and terrifying hallucinations that eventually even Handplate, the most determined of the skeletons, had given up trying. Frisk hadn't, of course, until the others begged her to stop for her own health.
Still, aside from that, Error and Nightmare left them alone for meals. After all, every other moment of the day was bad enough.
One by one, each Sans would be taken somewhere just out of sight -but not out of earshot- where the others heard screaming. One by one, they were returned while another was brought. Always one at a time. Always for an hour. Frisk had asked Blaster what
they were doing, but he refused to say.
All Gaster Blaster Sans would tell Frisk was that she was lucky she wasn't a monster and that he was glad it wasn't her. That was bad enough, but when it was Swap's turn and he came back too weak to even cry, Frisk got angry. Hurting Swap Sans was like
hurting both Sans AND Papyrus, all at once. Dreamy had been next, and for him it was even worse. She couldn't stand it any longer.
She was DETERMINED to do SOMETHING.
The next meal, Frisk met with Handplate and Blaster to discuss a plan that had been forming slowly. "We can't approach Error's strings without Nightmare causing hallucinations, right?" They nodded. Obviously both knew this, but Frisk must have something
in mind for her to repeatit. "What if all of us go at once? Can he handle all five?"
That was as far as Frisk could think. She didn't have anything else after that, but of course it was at least something. They agreed to try.
"*Hey, Error. Look at that. They're trying something." Nightmare chuckled, watching the huddled group from where he was leaning against the wall in the typical Sans fashion. "*H-h-HuH? oh, whAT n-N0-Ow?"
The two villains watched as all four of their other selves and Frisk walked towards them at once. Nightmare frowned, a rare occurrence for any Sans. "*I don't like that." He began working his magic. There was an effect, but more than three people required
more power than he had at the moment. He wasn't weak, of course. But it had been a while since Nightmare had visited one of his 'refueling stations', usually someplace filled with despair and anguish, like a bar or the site of a massacre.
They'd reached the strings, and all the Sanses threw their magic into the fight, wherever they were strongest. Dreamy covered his friends in good feelings, because contrary to Nightmare, the more people he was helping, the stronger he grew. Blaster, usually
in a state of semi-transformation, changed fully into a Gaster Blaster, digging his skeletal claws into the hard floor and snarling with the effort of using all his magic in attacks, both with a blast from his skeletal jaws and with telekinesis. Handplate's
eye glowed the brightest of all of them, purely devoted to bone and telekinetic attacks. Swap was strongest with his bone attacks like Papyrus usually was, as he filled that role in his universe, so he only attacked with physical and blue bones.
And Frisk simply hacked at the strings with her worn dagger, a gift from Chara 'for when you need to get your hands dirty for once, you Pacifistic loser, you!' (A mean way for Chara to say she actually cared about Frisk.)
Error and Nightmare had temporarily lost control, as their prisoners bolted down the hallway and towards freedom. For a certain distance around the cell block and eating area, the skeletons' teleportation abilities had been blocked somehow. But, even
though (nearly) all Sanses were known for being lazy, all of them could run. Fast.
They made it past whatever had been jamming the magic, with Error and Nightmare right on their heels. Handplate, Frisk, and Blaster halted the two maniacs at the doorway to allow Dreamy and Swap time to escape.
Only Dream made it out in time.
Swap, Handplate, Blaster, and Frisk had all been ambushed by Error's puppet strings, whipping up thier legs and around their bodies and arms before anyone could stop it. Dream had only escaped because Swap had taken the strings meant for him.
Error and Nightmare had returned each one to their cells, bringing Frisk along to every session with each Sans to watch them suffer as her punishment, and extended the length of time to two hours as the skeletons' punishments. That's how she discovered
Error and Nightmare were planning to create their own 'paradise' of chaos...and destroy everything else.
"*They're going to WHAT?!" Ink choked, staring at the wide-eyed Dream with sockets gone dark in surprise.
"*Ink... They're going to destroy everything, and they're using the others to do it and poor little Frisk had to watch them and- Ink, they are draining the magic of four Sanses."
Sans Prime watched on grimly, saying nothing. If Dream had escaped, then likely His Human had something to do with it. She was always doing that selfless crap. Which meant, of course, that in the process of helping Dream escape she'd been recaptured.
And thus, punished.
And it was Dream's fault.
"*Alright, kid. Listen to me very. Carefully. You're going to tell me where Error and Nightmare are, you're going to tell me how to get there, and then you're going to get me there. And once we get there, you're going to help me save Frisk.
Because right now, Megalovania is going to start any minute. If Error and Nightmare aren't the ones listening to it, YOU WILL BE."
Ink yanked Sans Prime away from Dream, who had tears beginning to well up again in fear. "*Don't you DARE talk to him like that!" The artist yelled. "*I can talk to him however I want to, it's HIS fault MY HUMAN didn't escape, and
he knows it!" Prime yelled back, just as angry and probably more.
"*It's not his fault, Prime! Leave Dream alone or...or else!" Ink had placed himself between his two friends, glaring at the hoodied skeleton. Prime leaned back suddenly, with a rather dark smirk on his face. "*Or else what?" The
original Sans knew his counterpart was almost as nice as Dream. There was no way Ink would actually try and hurt him, Sans bet.
For a solid ten seconds, Ink's fists were clenched so tight they were rattling audibly. He didn't do anything more, clearly trying to think of a reply. But Sans Prime had guessed correctly, and the artist couldn't bring himself to threaten anyone more
than he had already. "*Just... Leave him alone. Let's stop fighting each other and start saving our friends."
Yeah... that's about the extent of it. I have some vague ideas about, like, them going to UnderFell to recruit Fell and Fell and Prime get into a fight because the only way Fell'd agree to help was if he got, and I quote, "*Five minutes alone with the kid, heheh." Pretty sure he was saying that JUST to get Prime angrythough. And Swapyrus appearing out of knowwhere and they're tying to figure out how he knew to go where they were and he's just like, '*I followed the stench of ketchup' as he takes a gulp of honey. And thenpuns ensue, of course.
And Gaster!Sans would be all 'boo' and scare the crap out of Dream, laugh a little, then offer his services because there's nothing better to do and all the other Sanses (sans Swapyrus, HAHA) are jealous of him being tall and he goes and offers his services to Error and Nightmare right after so you don't know which side he's really on
And then basically more stuff like that.
So I really don't know what to do with this... er... tell me what you think I guess.