How could life on the Surface have gone so wrong?
Humans. That was the simplest answer that could be given. Humans were a terrible species, and any exceptions to this were few and far between. They hated anyone who was different, including subcategories of their own kind. And, unfortunately for the newly-liberated monster species, they were no exception.
Humans did not want monsters on the surface. At all. Countries told monsters that, should they not return to Mt. Ebott, war would break out.
Frisk, ever the kind, pacifist, child, felt they needed to negotiate with the humans. After all, they were the Ambassador, and monsters deserved their freedom just as much as humans.
This caused quite an uproar, and made Frisk one of the most hated people on planet earth, just for wanting the monsters to roam free on the Surface. Humans. Utterly despicable.
With being the most hated, Frisk was also at great risk at all times. Assassinations seemed to always be a threat to the child, as well as to their family and friends, which flooded them with guilt if they thought about it too much.
The attempts against monsterkind's savior had all been unsuccessful thanks to all of Frisk's monster friends protecting the human with their life, mainly Undyne and Toriel.
Frisk knew about the risks against their own life, but, in their eyes, it was worth it. If they died, they died. they weren't going to reset, that they knew for sure, and, were it not for those abilities, they would have died a long time ago. Their expiration date had long been exceeded.
Besides, they had been a family-less nobody on the surface before falling down, while the monsters valued one another greatly. They would rather it be their life than any of the monsters.
So, when Frisk had been called to a meeting discussing potentially giving Mt. Ebott's exterior to the monsters, Frisk insisted that no one other than their adoptive parents go with them.
Sans tagged along as well, and Frisk didn't complain. Having the skeleton around always made things easier. And, he was a surprising asset in Frisk's official meetings, as he was shockingly talented when it came to talking officially and negotiating. The skeletal monster claimed it was from having to do "reports" so often in his previous line of work, but Frisk didn't understand what that meant, and they did not dare pry.
When the strange group of bipedal goats, a skeleton, and a human stepped out of the car, Asgore and Toriel immediately went inside, saying how they needed to arrange something, it remained unspecified to the remaining pair, with the diplomat they had been planning on negotiating with.
Sans and Frisk had began to walk inside the building, Sans keeping a wary eye socket out for anything suspicious, when a gunshot rang out through the air, stirring up a group of nearby grows. Several more went through the air, until the skeleton felt the human slam into his rib cage, sending him flying back into the car of which the group had just exited.
Time seemed to slow around the two as Sans felt something warm oozing onto his hands that were wrapped around the human. Swiftly recoiling his arms at the uncomfortable feeling, he took notice of just what the mystery substance was.
Blood.
Frisk's blood.
Sans felt sick to his nonexistent stomach. No no no...! This could not be happening to Frisk! Sans moved his arms frantically around Frisk's chest in an attempt to prevent the gunshot wounds from oozing out any more blood, but to no avail.
Where were Toriel and Asgore?!
There.
A higher, panicking voice that the skeleton recognized as Toriel cried out desperately, as her soulmate's
deeper voice attempted to comfort her.
Another bang through the air, and more liquid seemed to drip onto the skeleton. Except... It was cold, and felt different on his bones. A sharp pain rang through his bones, centering on the back of his skull, as his fingertips began to feel light, almost as though they were becoming air.
Oh.
"shit," he hissed through clenched teeth.
He had... Been shot. Just like the kid. The red stuff coming out of his nasal cavity, as well as his mouth, was... Ketchup. And he was turning to dust.
He was turning to dust as the colour drained from Frisk's face and their once-warm hands grew cold.
They were dying.
Sans couldn't help but chuckle at the thought. So many times he had died at the kid's hand, and now they were dying in his. But there would be no resetting.
How would Papyrus fend for himself?
Tori and Undyne would take good care of him.
He felt his arms begin to gain the airy feeling, and, doing the only thing he knew for certain he could do.
He gave up.
Stopped fighting.
It was all he knew how to do.
And as he heard Frisk struggling for what the skeleton assume to be their final breaths, he pressed his teeth into their hair, and whispered his final word of advice before he turned entirely to dust.
"just give up. i did."
A/N-
so i really couldn't get this idea to leave me alone, so here it is, the start of another story. haha. sorry not sorry. its short but mehh.
like Someone Entirely New, updates for this story will be pretty much random, so don't count on too much. and i'll still definitely be continuing Someone Entirely New, so don't worry. just have a slight writer's block with the chapter I'm writing for the story.
so that's it. hope y'all like this story I guess...!
i don't own Undertale, unfortunately. it belongs to toby fox.