Sans stood in the Judgement hall, hands stuffed in his pockets and his classic grin on his face. He twirled a bone around, waiting. The scarf around his neck hung limply. The red scarf was originally from his brother, Papyrus. It was now Sans', since his brother had fallen to the Human. The human… Sans didn't know what to think of the Human. He knew of her, before… Frisk, was her name, then. Now what was she? Sans sighed openly. He knew of the Resets, but he also knew through his research of how powerful Frisk really is. She could change the world around them with the press of a button. He heard footsteps and he turned, his head, his grin still on his face. Frisk, or rather, the human, walked into the room stiffly. She went to the middle of the back and reached her hand to something Sans couldn't see, and she turned back to him. A weak smile flashed across her face, and she held the knife loosely at her Side.
"...Well, look who the Skeleton brought in." Sans said, in his always-joking style New Yorker accent. He chuckled a bit to hide his nervousness, and Frisk simply stood, looking at him blankly.
"Erm… Anyway, kid. Are you ready?" He said, and Frisk nodded stiffly. She twitched slightly, as if electrified. Her face showed fear, and Sans shifted uncomfortably. Something wasn't right. Frisk was never like this. Frisk's face went back to the blank look her eyes dulling and a dark smile crossing her lips. Sans still had the grin on his face, and he simply chuckled again to hide the bad vibes he was getting from this.
"...I'm sorr-" Sans began, and he was cut off.
"It's too late for apologies." Frisk said. Her tone was… Rather firm. Much more firm than he remembered. Was this even Frisk? Maybe it was someone else… He sighed openly, and remembered the promise he made earlier that month.
"Whelp, sorry old lady… This is why I don't make promises…." He'd say quietly. Frisk stayed silent. She looked like… She was shaking?
Frisk tried calling out for help. Something, anything. Nothing came out from her mouth. She couldn't even move. She hadn't been able to since she fell down into this cave after resetting. She'd killed everyone. EVERYONE. She had no idea how, but she had no power over herself. Each time she had encountered someone, she suddenly… Slashed, without even knowing. One second she was looking at them and the next she was standing over their ashes. The more she did it, the less power she had, until now. She was merely a puppet, for whatever was controlling her.
I don't know what I got into...
She sighed internally as she looked at Sans. The skeleton simply stared back.
I can't go back, even if i wanted to...
"Look who the Skeleton brought in." The skeleton said, his iconic grin never changing. It never HAD changed. It was strange, almost mask-like. Frisk simply giggled internally, and she felt a smile flashed across her lips. Did she have control again? The hand around the knife clenched and her mouth stayed shut when she tried speaking. Damn.
What more can I do?
"Erm… Anyway, kid. Are you ready?" The figure across the room asked.
In the end it's just me and you…
Frisk felt her head moving up and down, nodding. The hand around her knife clenched tighter. Frisk wasn't scared. She was Terrified.
I never wanted to play by these rules...
She suddenly relaxed and she looked up at him. Another moment of control! She tried taking a step and suddenly felt herself turn rigid again. She almost cried aloud at that.
Knife in hand, I'm playing the part of the fool...
All she needed was a second. One second to fix it.
So go ahead and judge me thoroughly.
"I'm sor-" Sans began saying, and Frisks mouth moved of it's own accord, and her voice spoke without her trying.
"It's too late for apologies." She said firmly, and she got into a ready stance. She began trembling in fear, and she felt her body trembling as well. She heard something from him, something about 'promises.' She stopped shaking, and ran at him, holding her knife above her head.