PLEASE KNOW THIS IS A ONE-SHOT! i have no intentions continuing this, just thought i would like to get it out there.
it was a thought i had during school in english class, so i wrote it out because i was bored. i will update my profile regarding my sudden return later :)
without further adue, here's my undertale fanfic~
After several Rewinds, the kid just wasn't giving up. Sans would shatter them again and again, the sharp scent of blood still fresh in his senses, despite the Rewinds wiping them from the ground. Each time the kid would give him a blank stare, unwavering even in their death. It seemed it would never end.
It wasn't like their attacks were hard to dodge. They only had one. Very lethal and deadly, but nonetheless only one.
It was coming almost monotonous, lethargic even. The kid was too damn predictable. Despite that, they were sure determined. Determined to kill, whoever and whatever stood in their way. And, with him using up his magic like this, a nagging worry wormed into his soul. If he ever got too tired….
No!
He can't worry about that. Dodging another blade, seeing his sweaty reflection, he berated himself for thinking about… that. He was doing this for all of monsterkind. For Snowdin. For Undyne. For the old lady behind the Door.
For Papyrus.
If he failed, it would be all for nothing. Sans couldn't afford that.
After the umpteenth blade, Sans warned he would use his special attack. And like normal, the kid gave him an indifferent face. It was almost unnerving. How could they not show any emotion? he at least expected for them to gloat over their 'accomplishments.' Maybe even a smirk, but there was nothing. Nothing to reveal how they felt about this ordeal.
He prepared himself for his final and most deadly attack. He didn't care if the human was prepared or not. Because of their special abilities, if they died, they could just Rewind. Death wasn't his goal though. If all went to plan, he could win this relentless battle.
On his turn, the human patiently waited, gripping the handle on their dark knife. He could see his reflection again. His perspired face left globules of sweat rolling down the sides of his head. He could hear his own blood rushing against his temples, and his laborious breath was painfully obvious to how bad this fight was draining his energy and magic. He wouldn't let his guard down though.
Summoning the last trickles of magic he had left for this moment, several wolfish skulls and lines of femurs surrounded the human. This was the longest the human survived, and he wanted to make sure this was the last moment they saw.
"alright kiddo. i guess you were ready for this." he breathed. They didn't move.
"anything you wanna say? something for the papers perhaps?" he half-heartedly scoffed.
He didn't expect anything from them. They just stared at him, fingers twitching expectantly.
He shrugged. "i guess not."
They both stared at each other. You could cut the tension with a dull knife (hah.) He wanted to wait. He wanted to relish these few moments before he made the kill.
With a flick of his wrist, the wolf heads launched out their deadly beams, blasting hot air behind them to cool down, while the femurs launched like poisoned arrows. Several bones grazed their skin, spurting blood across the room, and white-hot beams barely missed them as they moved left and right to avoid them. It was then when Sans noticed their barely concealed anger as a grimace on their face. Internally he smirked, as if the grin on his face wasn't enough.
His magic was still in control, so he felt for the human's soul and slammed it across the room. They obviously didn't expect it- surprised lit their face as it connected with the column next to them. Not giving them time to react, Sans guided the heads to the human, and they blasted off their lasers once more. They were engulfed in the beams and the bitter smell of burnt fabric and hair filled the hallway. Curling his lips- or whatever didn't cover his teeth- against the smell, he waited for the smoke to clear out. The skulls fizzled out, revealing the slumped figured of the human. Their hair was frizzled- most of the laser was comprised of magic, but there was so much of it that heat was inevitable. Above them, their flickering heart hovered solemnly.
Sans gasped for breath. The output of magic he conjured was taxing him with greedy hands. A puddle of sweat dripped down his face onto the floor, revealing his dark, sunken skull. His white pupils flickered dimly, and his vision was a starry haze.
The human twitched, and attempted to to sit up. they covered their face with a bruised hand. Their shoulders heaved as if they were sobbing.
Sans rolled his eyes. "i'm not falling for it."
The quiet sobbing turned into a small giggle, then maniacal laughter. It filled the hallway, echoing against the stained windows. They uncovered their face, revealing an ugly sneer. They confidentially rose up, posing their knife, and darted forward, showing their teeth.
Grunting, Sans would dodge several attempts at his life. He cursed internally at their resilience. They just brushed it off like it was a small breeze, unfazed by their bleeding cuts and bruises.
The human did their part and it was his turn now. He glared at them. They just returned an evil smile, unwavering in their stance.
He sighed, regained his footing, and held out his arms in mock surrender. "well, here's my special attack." he stuffed his hands in his pockets, his laboured breathing betraying his confidence.
A glimmer of confusion danced across the human's face. Why wasn't he attacking?
He huffed in laughter. "why are you surprised now? i thought nothing could move you." shrugging, he sighed. "since neither of us can't seem to gain the upper hand, i've got a brilliant idea. it's now my turn. and it will be for awhile. might as well give up now kiddo." A box of searing hot magic surrounded the human, threatening to constrict
It was his turn to smirk now. He defiantly stared into the human's blood-red eyes, humored by their outraged expression. They threw their knife into the ground, kicking a column like a toddler. He successfully outsmarted the cold-blooded murderer.
They both went into a staring contest. The human looked like an angry cornered rat, snarling, and Sans quietly acknowledged them with triumphant eyes. Seeing the human simmer was probably the best thing that had happened to him that whole week. After a few minutes, the human broke eye contact and went to fiddle with their knife, making it glint in the window light.
It wasn't until the human lost interest and laid down that Sans relaxed a little. He was so tired, he wanted to sleep so bad. But sleep wasn't an option. He was a sentry, and it was his job to guard the king, with his life he had to. But, unknown to him consciously, he began to doze as the hours raked by. It wasn't until he started snoring that the human stirred, snickering quietly.
With Sans guard let down, the magic cooled to the human's liking. They would have to break it, but that wouldn't stop them. They held the knife at arms length, and heaved it down.
The barrier snapped, and Sans didn't even twitch. The human would have screamed their triumph were it not for the unaware monster they were about to kill.
Again, they held the knife at arms length, and heaved it down Sans didn't realise his mistake until the knife was wedged deep into his chest. He could feel his warm blood welling around the knife's depression. The human wrenched the knife out, a chunk of bone and flesh and blood on its blade. They eyed it curiously but shrugged it off and stuffed it in their back pocket, lowering theirs eyes to his.
Sans was now trembling, clutching his chest painfully. He coughed up gouts of blood, sputtering it all over the floor. The human lifted their foot and kicked him, sending the monster sprawling several feet away, resulting in more blood.
The human wrinkled their nose, uttering a single, snarling word: "Pathetic."
They walked past him, whistling the entire way.
This was it. This was the last of the monsters. After him, the king would be killed, ignorant of the kid's terrible actions.
He could've done more. He should have done more. But no, he was too lazy, too fucking lazy and scared shitless. This was his fault.
A flash of red stopped before him. He feebly looked up, almost screaming at the sight. It was Papyrus, looking down on him with a pitying expression. He offered a gloved hand, and Sans took it. He was hungry all of the sudden, forgetting his gouged out chest. He could almost see Grillby's.
Suddenly the vision stopped. He was back in his cruel state of blood. He didn't care what happened now though. He had to go to Grillby's.
"well, i'm going to grillby's" he coughed up more blood. The human didn't stop. Sans painfully attempted to stand up.
"papyrus. do you want anything?"
Then the world went black.