Edit 9/1/2016: OK the original intro was way too long. You see when I first had this story in mind I wanted it to be a semi self insert. As the story progressed it turned less into me and more into something else entirely. Which is why I love writing. The ride with this oc has been great and I know it will continue to be so in the future. Thanks for all the support! It means a lot.

I sat there in silence. It wouldn't be long now before judgment hall would begin once agian. We were running out of time. I promised that this is the run the nightmare would end. I sighed, maybe Sans was right. Maybe it wasn't good to make promises. Too late now I guess.

I heard a familiar, just different, sound of a teleport. I knew who it was. After all his son has the same habit. "Gaster," I said. "Please tell me I'm ready. Times almost running out."

Gaster swirled around to face me. He was holding two familiar prices of clothing. "You are ready."he said. As mysterious as always. "The power is now yours to command. With these the path is now set." I nodded and wore them both proudly. This is it, no turning back now.

I waved my hand and a door appeared to lead me into judgment hall. I turned to Gaster for hopefully not the last time. He looked like he was about to cry. This has been hard on all of us. "Please," he begged. "Stop that monster." I nooded, I can and I will.

I stepped though the door and found Sans waiting patiently. He had Papyrus scarf wrapped around covering his face but even with that I could still tell he was forcing a smile. "Hay," I said. "Like the the new look." It was all I could say. He turned to me a little shocked but his gaze then immediately softened as soon as he realized it was me.

"Tiba honest, I prefred the old look better," he said. I somehow found a giggle come out me. I knew at this point the puns where just as much for me as they were for him. "Eaither way your still you. I guess the old man came through for us then"

I let my hand glow with magic to prove the point."We're gonna win Sans. This time is gonna be different," I said. Despite everything I was still determined to set it right. I hoped some of this would rub off on Sans. I don't think he can take anymore "genocide runs" despite the front he likes to put up. I extended my hand out to him and he readly grabbed it. I could feel the magic course though him, interacting in sinc with my own, as well as the usually surge of emotions that came with our link.

I began to focus when I heard Chara's footsteps get louder. We're ending it as it began, together. All I know is that now that brat is gonna be in for one hell of a bad time.

Edit 9/1/2016: On a side note I'm making this into an audio series. If I could draw it would be a comic. Look forward to that.

Andy's out for now. Latters!