Mountains and Mercenaries

by smargianne

What if by chance the mercenaries had an encounter with a certain kid. And were the stones yet to be set in motion. What if their was a substance stronger, better than australium? And all that stood in the way was a mountain.

1. Chapter 1: Lies and Truths

Frisk paced the golden halls nervously, glancing at the entrance from time to time. Sans would be here any second now, and boy was Frisk nervous. It had been only one or two resets ago that Frisk attempted "it." They were scared Sans was still mad about it, and telling him about them… Well it could ruin their friendship and crush his trust in them. Frisk was just starting to consider calling it off when the oh, so familiar voice was heard, "hey kiddo." Frisk turned to face Sans, who was leaning against a column.
"Hi, Sans. Um.. Thank you for coming"
"no problem, so waddidya want to talk about?" Frisk took a breath before nervously saying "Do.. do you remember 'it'?" The lights that made up Sans pupils disappeared so quickly that Frisk could have sworn it was their imagination. Sans shifted before grunting "ya, I remember. what about it?"

"Well near the end when we, um fought, I- um" Sans cut Frisk off, "kid if you have something to say about that, just say it." Sans never liked talking about this, it always felt to surreal. Frisk grew silent before finally bursting out "You weren't just fighting me Sans." Sans jerked his head up, "kid what do you mean?" Frisk took a shaky step backwards, "Th- there is a spirt that follows me Sans, and when I didn't want to fight anymore, they took control." Sans gazed at the kid; a spirt? He briefly wondered who this spirt was, but before he could say anything Frisk stammered "I'm so sorry I kept this from you!" Partly sobbing Frisk was blinded by fear and dashed out of the room, to the surface. Frisk stumbled through the throne room and out to the surface, there Frisk stumbled near the edge of the mountain. Was it a stick, or a stone? Whatever it was, Frisk with a screech was sent tumbling down the mountain. The screech echoed back to the halls were an already worried Sans heard it. His non-existing heart quickened, and he wasted no time, teleporting to the surface.
"kid? kid where are you?" As he looked around, he saw scuff marks near the edge along with crumbling dirt, he hurried over to look over the edge. His heart sank, there at the bottom was the small shape of Frisk.