The smell of cigars spread throughout the apartment. It's stench fused and married the smell of rotting flesh. Blood was spread along the walls, staining the wallpaper and providing an overall ghastly appearance. Blue light cascaded upon the walls, meshing with the red liquid, making it appear purple. The light dance with vigor before dissipating in a cloud of smoke. The overhead light flicked on revealing a lone figure, a skeleton. A cigar floated away from his jaw, blue flame glowing dimly. He blew out smoke before taking a few steps forward. His hand softly touched the walls. He looked down at the body in front of him. "Stab wounds. Not creative, this lot." He said in a gruff voice. He smiled slightly, before squatting. He quenched the flame on a dry part of the carpet as he examined the body and the surroundings. It was extremely evident that there was a battle here, with a table and three chairs on the ground. The fourth chair was in smitherines. The body was of a Froggit. He sighed before taking off his wool coat. His eye started glowing in random intervals of indigo and maize. The room was enveloped in darkness as he used his special attack. The froggit started twitching before coughing up blood. He slowly raised up and stared at the skeleton.
"Sans? What's going on?" He asked.
Sans smirked a little. "My special attack, mister..." He said, stumbling on his name.
"Toadstan works, sir. But, I am still a little confused. I was dead. Dr Alphys said that our souls can't come back. How am I alive?" Toadstan asked.
"My attack temporarily brings souls back, on the brink of oblivion. We only have a minute or two left. So tell me, what hAppened here?" He told, leaving the froggit to respond.
"O-oh. Well-l, I-I was attacked by this monster I'd never seen before. They brandished a sharp cleaver, and attempted to stab me. I jumped out of the way, and they slammed a chair against my head. While I was stunned, they stabbed my chest, leaving me to turn to dust. I slowly lost HP, but I only lost the rest when I heard the knob turning. I should have turned to dust right then and there. Why didn't I?"
"Side effect. Now, any family?"
"None. But, I had a friend, his name was Te-" he replied before his eyes rolled back in his head, blood overtaking his mouth. He fell backwards, resting finally.
Sans sighed, standing up. This was just another day to him. As lead detective of the Underground Police Department. He grabbed his coat and stepped out the door as the cleanup crew ran in. He lit another cigar as he walked in the cool of the downtown. They called it Snowdin. He walked through the streets, people watching. Everyone here was somehow related to the snow. As he came up upon the Police Department, he slowed. He could see his brother, Papyrus, through the window. He was in the firing range, though Sans knew he would never fire, even at a dummy. The silhouette of Undyne, the Chief, was next to him. Undyne knew he was a lost cause, but she was nice like that, no matter how she tried to appear. He continued into the department, and did a b-line to the lab, looking for Dr. Alphys. She was one of the few monsters who knew what his special attack was. He opened the door, breathing deeply. "Here we go." He whispered to himself.
A/N
So yeah, it's been a while. I just wanted to make my own AU, and I actually might write again. It just kind of interested me.