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IAmBehindYou123: Thanks! And yeah, second one was right. He was just skimming for anything new, he didn't know if they were or were not going to save again, so he checked it to be sure.

Welp, I hope you like this continuation! Now, onto the punny chapter!

UPDATED!: Fixed and improved to be close to the quality to Chapter 4. (I hope..)

'thoughts'

"Speech"

-Memories-

'Chara/Frisk Inner Speech'

*Notes*

ARC 1: Chara


Chapter 2: Flowers are Singing

...He saw a glimmering shine appear.

His receiver beeps, and he takes it out to see the charts on it go hay wire, before settling. 'The kid Saved..'

He pulls out his Counter and looks at it.

[00026]

He sighs, wiping down his face.

"Alright, two down, innumerable amounts more to go." He tries to joke, but instead he just makes himself more depressed, his grin faltering. 'This would be so much easier if they just reset...'

He decides to take out his notebook and flip to the newest notes, hoping for some silver lining.

*24*

*Chara*

*Human?*

*Kid can't get far, don't worry, easy peasy, blasters their weakness.*

He stares at the page for a few seconds, his grin tilting slightly higher, and his eye sockets arching gleefully. 'Easy peasy, huh? That's a relief..'

He chuckles lightly to himself, glad that he's giving the kid some trouble. 'Well then, time to give another bad time..'

He stuffs his notebook and counter back in his pockets, and, like clockwork, right on time the kid reaches his pillar, and he walks out from behind it to block their way.

The human has a slightly confused look on their face, and he realizes he is still grinning gleefully, almost mischievously, at them.

And he had to admit, it felt good to know they didn't really stand a chance. 'At least, not yet..'

"Hmm. That expression..." Sans begins, he can see the look they have in their eyes, even though their head is turned to the side.

They don't want to hear what he has to say. 'Too bad, pal..'

"That's the expression of someone who's died twice in a row..." He saw them shiver, but from fear or anger, he couldn't quite figure out, their expression not giving any details. 'Probably the latter, though, knowing them..'

"suffice to say, you look really... Unsatisfied..." they turn their head at him, and a twisted smile spreads across their face, eyes wide and void of any emotion, almost as if to prove him wrong.

He isn't convinced in the slightest. 'You're trying to hard, kid..'

"All right, how 'bout we make it a third?" he says in a grim tone, his eye sockets going black, and their eyes glowing red in response, the air thick with tension..

He takes in a breath, and saw the questioning look in their eyes, probably curious as to how he does that, or why its even needed. 'Maaagiiic..'

"It's a beautiful day outside... Birds are singing... Flowers are blooming..." he slams his hand down, the look of shock on their face, he thought, was priceless. 'Not that predictable, kiddo..'

He raises his hand, and bones rise from the floor, catching one of their legs when they leap out of the way.

They let out an angry hiss, before being forced to dodge the bones flying towards them from the side, dodging best they could, but slowed down from their wounded leg.

Some blood splatters on the ground right next to Sans slippers, a bone hit them across the face, causing blood to splutter out of their mouth, probably breaking a tooth or two.

After a few seconds, the bones stop, a few wounds are visible across their body, but nothing much.

He summons his Gaster blasters, and they hurriedly run out of its way as it blasts its intense beam.

He misses.

He summons more, and they jump back, their shirt's hem getting burned from the blast, and sweat beading on their head while they stare wide eyed at the beam, making sure not to touch it.

This repeats a few times, getting closer, dealing more and more damage, until he finally stops.

They looked worn out, some blood trickling down their right eye, with burns covering them all across their body, and Cuts and tears scattered throughout their form, leaving their cloths stained with blood.

But they still stand, they still want to fight. 'So determined..'

"Huh.." Sans says, looking off to the side like he's in thought.

"I always wondered why people never use their strongest attack first.." he mock mused.

They look furious, tired and furious, but then they go blank, like they just figured something out.. 'Wait... Its my turn..'

Then they smile, their expression taking a sharp turn on the expressions table.

He could only guess it's that they think they can finally attack, thus, kill him, win, and move on. 'Heh, not gonna be that easy, brat..'

They jump forward, their eyes gleaming dangerously, ignoring the wounds littering their body for a boost of speed. 'This is it! Game over, Sans! HAHAHAHAHA-'

Their smile widens to sickening lengths, their pupils shrinking to pinpricks. 'They really want to kill me, huh?'

They swing their knife down...

And cut air, with Sans standing by their side with a smug grin, a look of shock on their face. 'Another 90 degrees on the expressions table..'

"What? you think I'm just gonna stand there and take it?" he wishes he had a time altering proof camera, so he can keep this moment forever. 'Did. He. Just. Dodge?'

The expression they were wearing was almost too good. 'Priceless..'

'B.. But nobody dodges! Frisk! Explain!'

'I don't know... Maybe its because...'

'Wait.. Are you making a-'

'He's light on his feet?'

'Skeleton pun. Really?'

'Well, he is just a bag of bones..'

'I hate you, I wish death upon you.'

'Why do you wish to kill yourself?'

'OH MY GOD, SHUT UP!'

He quickly summons bones, which gets them out of their stupor, noticeable by the surprised gasp emitting out of their mouth. 'Crap! Now look what you done!'

They quickly jump over the first row of bones, swerving between the gap.

Then the second.

Then the third.

Then they slip up. 'Shi-!'

Their foot catches the top of the bottom bone, and sans hears a crack coming from their ankle.

However, he saw no response as their hair was covering their face, and they didn't make any indication that they were in pain verbally. 'My, what a tough cookie..'

But, he knew it was broken, and he knew that'll slow them down, even if only slightly.

And it did, and just enough too.

Their next jump came with a pained grunt, and they didn't get quite high enough to dodge the lower bone.

Their foot again catches it, but this time they flip forward, and fall on their face, before getting pelted with bones from all sides.

they cover their face with their arms, and try to curl up in a fetal position for protection against the onslaught.

It doesn't do much...

.

...Flowey watches from a safe distance, he seen them fight before, and how they died so quickly.

He mused the thought about how it reminded him of himself when he fought Sans, and how strong Sans actually is, to both of their surprise. 'Maybe I should have warned them? No... They would probably think I was calling them weak..'

However, despite his fear of them, he still finds it hard to watch them die like this...

How their face is a mix of anger and fear, much like how his own was...

Memories of Chara are fuzzy at best, and gone completely at worst, however he remembers them better then anyone..

His best friend, and sibling.. 'Chara...'

Flowey gets knocked out of his thoughts by a scream, and quickly looks towards the human.

He saw them on the ground, getting destroyed by waves of bones, and screaming in pain.

He thinks about interfering, and helping them, but quickly drops the idea. 'They wouldn't want that..'

Flowey knew that helping them would only make them angry... They never liked getting help, they always insisted on solving things themselves...

He hears a crack and shatter, and looks longingly at their body for a few seconds. 'Maybe they can get past Smiley Trashbag... Eventually... Even if I couldn't..'

He saw Sans take out a notebook, and saw him begin writing in it. 'What is he even doing? How is he keeping records? Shouldn't it be erased after every reset?'

"Ughh" Flowey grunts, frustrated with the Smiley trashbag, and his strange ability with resets, before burrowing back underground...

.

...Crack...Shatter...

Sans looks at their body, a mangled pile of meat wearing clothes in a vague shape of a human, with blood pooling around their body, changing the golden room a dark orange, and... 'God... How much blood do they have? this just seems a bit... Excessive..'

Looking at the pool that is steadily increasing in size, he decides to take a few steps back, not wanting any of it on him.

To not let it bother him as much as it could, he decides to write something in his notebook, while facing away from the blood. 'I don't get paid enough for this... Seeing how I'm not getting payed at all, heh..'

He starts thinking about what to write, tapping his chin, until he got the perfect idea.

He begins writing the plan...

By the time he is done, he's trying and failing at his attempt to stifle a snicker. 'Oh, I wish I could see this in action.. Well, thinking about it, I will.'

He writes a 3 next to his note, and a 2 next to the other one above that. 'Figured it would be easier to find out when these happened with numbers.'

He shoves the notebook back in his pocket, a mischievous grin on his face. 'Might as well have some fun with this..'

The world shifts, and it reminds him of a game, when it glitches out and freezes, with things misplaced here and there.

He takes in a deep breath and closes his eye sockets, it shifts again...


...He saw a glimmering shine appear, and a beep comes from his pocket...

He decides to not get it. 'Getting a strong sense of Déjà vu..'

He instead decides to take out his counter.

[00027] 'Knew it... Fourth time, huh?'

He takes out his notebook, and looks at the newest entries, though he has a strange feeling about it...

*24*

*Chara*

*Human?*

*2: Kid can't get far, don't worry, easy peasy, blasters their weakness.*

*3: ...*

He stares, then blinks a few times, then continues to stare.

He starts shaking, holding his notebook closed with both hands, grin curving slightly. 'Oh god...'

Loud laughs threatened to escape his mouth, his eye sockets watering from the effort. 'Alright, alright. If past me thought I should, what can I say? Or is it future me?'

He ponders a bit, before walking out from behind the pillar, to a disgruntled child standing in front of him.

His smirk tilts a bit higher at their expression.

"hmm. That expression..." He says, giving mock thought to his voice. 'For the LOVE of..'

"That's the expression of someone who's died thrice in a row." Sans closes his eyes, trying his best not to show anything...

"Hey, what comes after "Thrice," anyway?" The human doesn't seem amused, and could even be seen rolling their eyes. 'Lets just get to the point..'

"Wanna help me find out?" His eye sockets go dark, and their red eyes shine brighter, both share a similar smile.

"Its a B-E-A-Utiful day outside..." He says, saying each separated letter by their names.

His grin widens when the human looks confused, face going stoic, except for the questioning red eyes. 'The hell?'

"The birds are Blooming... The flowers are singing... Wait.." He raises his hand to brush his make believe beard, before he slams his hand down. 'That littl-!'

The impact busts their nose, causing blood to splatter on the floor, and a pained groan to escape their lips, before they quickly stand back up.

He raises his Hand, and they jump...

In the way of 8 Gaster Blasters 'Didn't expect that, huh?'

They look down at him with a 'What the hell are you doing?!' expression.

Sans just shrugs, grin tilting slightly upwards. 'Just having a GOOD time..'

The Gaster blasters Discharge their beams, and they get hit directly from the blast.

A blood curdling scream echoes through the hall..

They get incinerated from the blast, or, close enough.

They're no longer bleeding, at least.

Crack... Shatter...

"Geeeet Dunked on, ya piece of garbage!" He yells, pointing at their body with a large grin.

He lets out a loud chortle, reaching into his pocket to pull out his notebook again. 'Ahh, that was worth it..'

His finger glows a vibrant green, and presses it against the burn marks from his third note, which begins erasing it. 'Magically interactive, time altering proof notebook.. He was such a genius..'

After the note is gone, he decides to write his own, figuring to replace it since the kid will remember this one, and it won't work. 'Good idea to keep it fresh..'

After a bit, he finishes it up, and places a 4 next to it after he saw the idea from his previous selves to mark the reset number. 'At least, my resets..'

He shoves the notebook back in his pocket, and waits for the reset...

.

'Pfft...'

'..Shut up...'

'Pffhehehehe!'

'I said SHUT UP!'

'Oh come on! That was funny!'

'More like annoying! Now he'll be changing up stuff and being unpredictable and... Ughh! This is going to be a pain! Why can't he just NOT dodge, and die?!'

'...Then why not just reset?'

'What? And give you back your body? Not a chance. I got this far, and I'm not quitting, even if it takes a thousand more tries..'

'...You're never going to beat him...'

'Oh, frisk, never say never! You of all people should know all things don't last. he's going to get tired and slow, and when he does, I'll strike. And once he's gone? I can finally get rid of YOU and your pathetic pacifism philosophy... Even though we both know you already broke it..'

'...'

'Now let us-ME try again, I'm sure I can beat him this time...'

.


...Sans saw a glimmering shine, and a beep comes from his pocket.

He decides not to get it. 'getting a strong sense of Déjà vu..'

He instead decides to take out his counter.

[00028] 'Knew it... fifth time, huh? I must be pretty good..'

he then takes out his notebook, and reads the newest entries.

*24*

*Chara*

*Human?*

*2: Kid can't get far, don't worry, easy peasy, blasters their weakness.*

*4: ...*

Sans eye sockets go wide, and he can't help but to smile at what he saw. 'Oh, okay... Why not? Might as well try, right? Might get some answers..'

His grin tilts upwards slightly, and he looks over at the human, they seem to be power walking, probably to reach him quickly. 'They must be absolutely livid..'

He decides its time to walk out, and hatch 'his' new plan.


SO! How was it? Was it... Punny enough for ya?

Ok, I'll stop.

This is a shorter chapter, but it Covers a lot! Expect the next chapters to be of 3,000+ words in length, AT LEAST.

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