A/N: Sup. It's Floofie. Because Shimmer posted something earlier, I figured I'd just write down a quick little story about Undertale to see if you guys like the style of my writing. If you don't...Well, there's always room for improvement, yeah?

Just letting you know now, there are some Undertale spoilers in this fic, so read at your risk.

Now that that's over with, story time.

"H-Hey! What are you doing?! Back off!" Flowey said as a possessed Frisk walked towards them, a blood lust visible in their unfeeling eyes. "I've changed my mind about all this...You should go back, Chara!" The human's mouth formed a twisted smile. "...S-Stop making that creepy face! This isn't funny! You've got a SICK sense of humor!" And with that, Flowey buried back into the ground.

"Heh...He was always such a coward...Just keep going, Frisk! You're almost there. Stay determined." The boy nodded.

The light of the Final Corridor was almost blinding, a golden floor so clean it reflected anything in the room. Only, in Frisk's reflection, there was Chara.

The demon that comes when you call it's name...

"Save here, Frisk...I have a bad feeling..." Chara said, her voice almost a whisper in the back of the boy's mind.

Frisk touched the glowing star and it shone a bright light, indicating his progress was "Saved". He stared down the long, golden hallway, knowing that his journey was almost at an end. With a deep breath, he started to walk, footsteps echoing off the walls. As he continued, he could almost see a figure standing at the end of the corridor. Had he forgotten to slay a monster? He walked closer and closer until the figure finally spoke.

"Heya...You've been busy, huh?" It's voice was deep and almost sounded...Sad? Frisk stopped in his tracks. "So...I have a question for you. Do you think even the worst person can change? That everybody can be a good person, if they just try?" The figure paused for a moment. Frisk thought about his question, however before he could answer, the figure started to chuckle. "Alright...Well, here's a better question..." The voice became deeper, and it sounded like it had more of an intent to kill. "Do you wanna have a bad time? Because if you take another step closer...You are really not going to like what happens next..."

"Frisk, don't do it...I don't like the tone in his voice." Chara said, worryingly. This didn't matter to Frisk. He took a step.

The figure stepped closer as well, revealing a blue hoodie, black shorts, pink slippers, and a red scarf wrapped around the lower half of his skull, covering his signature smile. It was none other than Sans.

"Welp...Sorry, Old Lady...This is why I never make promises..." The skeleton started walking to the large stain glass window on his right side. Once he got there, Sans just stared at the scene outside. "It's a beautiful day outside...Birds are singing, flowers are blooming..." He made his way back towards the center of the golden corridor. "On days like these...Kids like you..." He pointed his finger at Frisk, then rose his hand high in the air. The normal white pupils inside Sans' eye sockets disappeared, leaving nothing but two black holes. "Should be burning in Hell..."

With that, Sans started his attack. He threw his arm down quickly and the weight of what felt like one thousand anvils fell upon Frisk, dropping him to the floor. Bones quickly rose from the ground surrounding him.

He was trapped.

He then felt one single bone impale him through his stomach. The pain from one bone shouldn't have been as painful as it was, but this made him cry out in agony. He looked up to see Sans standing over him, his left eye glowing a vibrant blue, along with a massive dragon-like skull hovering behind him. Then, a searing hot burning sensation enveloped his body. The next thing Frisk saw was his soul shattering into pieces...