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'Thoughts'

"Speech"

-Memories-

'Chara/Frisk Inner Speech'

*Notes*

ARC 1: Chara


Chapter 3: Demons and Angels

He walks out from behind the pillar, and begins making his way to the center of the hall with his usual grin, his hands stuffed in his pockets.

The human stops, crosses their arms, and lets out a frustrated huff. 'Lets just get this over with..'

"Heya." Sans says in his usual calm tone of voice, the humans eyes narrow, glancing around. 'What is he planning..'

"You've been busy, Huh?" He takes a moment to read their expression.

Confused, like they were expecting something else. 'Oh, you'll see something new soon enough..'

"...Well, I got a question to ask ya.." The human taps their foot impatiently, still looking around questionably. 'I already heard this! What's he doing? Is he looping or something?'

"Do you think that even the worst person can change? That anybody can be a good person, if they just tried?" Sans looks at the floor by their feet, and thinks about what to say next...

The human decides to take a step forward like last time, expecting the same scenario to occur.

But before they can..

"And, lets say.. This person dies before they can fix their mistakes.." The human brings their foot back, their expression changing to bewilderment, while Sans shrugs, expression unchanged.

"...And, after so long of being unable to do anything due to certain.. Circumstances, as mentioned before... They finally are able to come back to life..." He gives them a knowing look, waiting for a reaction of some sort, to prove his hunches.

They look shocked. 'Alright, good. One mystery solved..'

"Do you think... That by being given a second chance like that... That they should do the right thing, and fix their mistakes?" Sans expression turns solemn, even though his grin stays.

"What do you think? Do you think that they should at least, try?" He closes his eye sockets.

A memory resurfaces.

.

-Sans is typing on computer, staring intently at the screen, periodically wiping sweat off his scalp.

He furrows his brow ridge when he hits enter, and starts reading what appears on the screen.

He sits back, letting out a tired sigh while wiping down his face.

"Uh, hey [REDACTED], I need ya to take a look at these numbers... Any positive results in the scan? Or, Should we be worried that anything came back at all?" A tall figure in a long black coat briskly walks over, and leans down to peer into the computer screen...

After a few seconds, he rises back up, and begins walking into the other room quickly.

"..."

Sans eye sockets widen, and sweat starts reforming on his skull.

"You've got to be kidding me, that's a joke right?" The figure turns to face him, "..."

...Sans jumps out of his chair...-

.

He gets brought out of his thoughts by maniacal laughing, and looks at the human.

The human has their head tilted back, arms wrapped around their chest, and releasing a horrible, wicked laugh.

They lower their head, putting their hands on their knees, and taking in deep breaths to calm themselves...

After a bit, Sans speaks.

"Hey, I know I'm quite the punny guy, but uhh.. That one wasn't a joke... Do ya mind telling the punchline?" Sans says, giving them a hard, empty stare.

They just smile back, their hands wrapped behind their back, almost innocently.

"The punchline is you, and your sad attempts of a guilt trip... Really, did you expect me to change my ways, and turn over a new leaf just because of that poor attempt? Please, I heard better excuses before from a Goat.." The human says, eyes shining brightly red, with a fixed smile on their face.

"Well, I don't know if your parents would like that sort of talk, tibia honest... But I would guess that they would be pretty disappointed with your choice of actions.. At least, one of them's goat to be.." Sans says with a wink.

Their expression shifts to annoyance.

Then, a strange aura begins surrounding them, reeking of malice and hatred, and a little of something else...

"I could care less about my parents.." They say, bangs covering their eyes, before they arch their back, taking a lunging stance.

Their grin stretches unnaturally. 'That looks painful..'

They lurch forward at an abnormal speed, preparing to strike.

"Wrong answer, brat.." Sans says while sidestepping them, he waves his hand up, and bones protrude out of the ground swiftly.

They jump...

And he brings his arm down, changing their soul blue, and throwing them at the bones.

They scream, "That's not fair!" before getting penetrated by the 20 or so bones.

Crack...Shatter...

"Sorry," Sans begins, "I don't play by the rules... Not anymore.."

Sans takes out his notebook, erasing a few previous notes, before writing.

*5: Demon. Kill it any way you can, forget the rules.*

He closes his eye sockets, and starts waiting for the reset...

"...Hey..." Sans eye sockets shoot open, and he quickly surveys the area for the source of the voice.

He spots a little flower, or, rather large flower in comparison to his knowledge of flower sizes.

It has a face, and looks... scared? 'Or nervous?'

Sans then remembers his notes...

*Strange yellow flower talking to pap, stay cautious.*

*Flowers name is flowey, easy enough to remember... Unless you can't.*

*The yellow flower, Flowey, is genocidal. Give it a bad time.*

*The yellow flower is the anomaly, and, has a rather bad attitude. Kill it.*

*Kill that F***ing yellow flower!*

Sans wonders what happened that timeline, what could drive him to write that.

But, right now, its time for the present, and heed his past warnings.

He whips his hand out of his pocket at lightning speed, a blue aura instantly surrounding the flower, which yelps, surprised.

He starts raising the flower high in the air.

"W-w-wait! I'm n-n-not going to d-do anything!" It screeches, in a panic, "I j-just want t-to help!" Flowey struggles to put on a reassuring smile.

He fails horribly.

"I don't believe ya, sorry bud." four Gaster blasters spawn.

"Ughh... You idiot! Fine! Do whatever you want! I don't care anymore!" Flowey yells, spawning pellets around his head, then starts hurling them at Sans.

Sans dodges the pellets, stepping left, then right, but when he looks back, Flowey is gone. 'Huh, he ran away... Somehow..'

Sans lowers his hand, his Gaster blasters phasing out of existence.

He lets out a frustrated huff. 'Better write that down as well, then...'

He takes his notebook back out, and writes down this new knowledge. 'Kinda figured he was, though..'

*5: Flowey's watching.*

The world shifts.

He stuffs the notebook back in his pocket, and lets out a sigh.

"Here we go again.." He thinks out loud.

The world shifts again...


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

He instead takes out his counter, and looks at it. 'Deja Vu again... Wait, again?'

[00029] 'Six times... that's how many fingers a mutant hand has...'

He takes out his notebook, and flips to the newest entries, hoping for some progress to be found.

*24*

*Chara*

*Human?*

*5: Demon. Kill it any way you can, forget the rules.*

*5: Flowey's watching.*

He rereads the last two notes over again.

Then again.

He sighs, pinching the spot between his eye sockets, before pocketing his notebook. 'Really didn't want to do this, but I guess if its the only way...'

He saw the human walking over, before stopping at what he guesses is the usual spot.

They're looking around, like they're waiting for him to come out. 'Sorry, kiddo'

A large bone shoots out of the ground in front of them, earning a startled gasp, before it pierces their chest.

They scream, then they start coughing, blood spitting out of their mouth in large droplets.

Sans walks out from behind a pillar, and notices how they're staring at him, completely shocked.

"Heya.." He says.

They heave, blood splattering on the floor from the action in large, messy pools, their knife clattering on the ground as they attempt to pull out the bone...

Nothing happens.

"You look like your having a pretty bad time.." He says nonchalantly, glancing to the side with a smirk.

"No idea why, really. This IS what you wanted, right?" Sans asks with a wink, they respond by hitting the bone with their fist...

Nothing happens.

"Some kind of challenge? A memorable fight? Well, if you can call this a fight, that is.." He looks off to the side again, thinking on what he should say.

They struggle to get off the bone...

Nothing happens.

"So... if you don't mind me asking..." He grins slightly more.

"Why exactly did a Chara-cter 'heh' like yourself come back?" They seem to be struggling at their attempt to ignore him, and their wounds.

"Well, it isn't my place to judge... Or is it?" His eye sockets go dark, but this time there's a faint blue glow that resides in his left eye socket.

He raises his hand.

"Welp, prepare to be Judged either way." The bone starts splitting, sharp shards breaking off and stabbing deeper in every direction, tearing the human apart from the inside.

They scream.

And they keep screaming.

Louder.

And louder.

And then they start crying. 'Wait, crying?'

He stops his assault on their innards, but they still sob, tears streaming down their face, mouth arched downwards in a sharp frown.

"S.. s-stop.. p.. please.." He hears them croak out between sobs, he slowly lowers his hand, narrowing his eye sockets suspiciously at them.

He can't get a good look at their face, only their pained frown and tear streams are seen below their bangs, but they seem to hold themselves differently...

They stopped struggling to escape.

"I...I'm s-so sor-" They get cut off by a coughing fit, blood staining the golden flooring.

After they are able to breath somewhat normally again, they force the word out, "...Sorry..."

He pulls out his notebook, and turns away from them. 'This isn't right..'

*5: Demon. Kill it any way you can, forget the rules.*

He looks over at them, still sobbing and choking on blood, before reading the note again. 'this can't be right...'

He sighs, and closes his notebook, shoving it back in his pocket.

He turns around to face them again, putting on his trademark grin to hide his confusion.

"Don't know if I can believe you, bucko.." He says, stuffing his hands in his pockets.

They struggle to look up at him, barely being able to get a glance.

And he saw that they have blue eyes, sky blue.

And, for the first time in this timeline, he saw guilt and regret in their eyes.

The human starts to speak in a raspy voice.

"I... I know, S-Sans.. I-I don't b-blame you.." They try to give him a weak smile, but instead they give him a grimace.

"...Who are you?" Sans asks, narrowing his eye sockets, and they honestly looked surprised by the question.

But he isn't going to tell them its because of the eyes. 'Don't want the other one to get any ideas... If they're listening..'

"F...Frisk.." They say in a tone of voice that can be described as admitting to a crime, and of talking in ones sleep.

Subtle, quiet.

They lower their head in shame and guilt...

Or, that's what it looks like anyways.

"Huh... So, do you like frolicking through fields of flowers or something?" He asks jokingly with a wink. 'Maybe I can get some information out of them..'

They laugh weakly, before coughing.

"I w-wouldn't m-mind that...A-actually.." They reply between coughs, which surprises Sans a little by the sincerity in their voice.

"Heh heh.. well.. I've heard there's flowers in the afterlife.. So perhaps you can Frisk there." He winks, though his eye sockets are pitch black.

"...I-I'll stop them...I.. I promise.. I'll f.. Fix this, okay?" They look up at him, with a look he can't quite put his finger bone on.

"...Sure, kiddo..." he says quietly, before shooting a bone through their head.

They fall limp.

...Crack... Shatter..

San wipes his hand over his skull, looking much more tired now without his usual grin fixed in place.

He sighs. 'Welp, better save this as well..'

He takes out his notebook, and goes straight to the newest entries.

He starts altering the first one that caught his eye socket.

*6: Red eyes=Chara, kill any way you can, forget the rules. Blue eyes=Frisk, stay cautious, but don't instantly kill them.*

"Okay... So, two kids in one kiddo?" He plops down on the floor by a pillar, looking out the tinted windows. 'Why does everything have to be so confusing?'

He then remembers what the kid said.

-I.. I promise.. I'll f.. Fix this, okay?-

He sighs, and scratches the back of his skull.

'Can this actually end..?'

He closes his eye sockets, and reality begins to shifts...

.

'..You know, you're quite sadistic, for an idiot...'

'...'

'...Getting his hopes up like that, only for them to get crushed once I kill him. I mean really, do you honestly think someone like YOU can actually win against ME? You don't know what I've been through to get to this point, and you're not going to take this chance away from me."

'... You don't know that...'

'Yes, I do. You know as well as I do that I LET you take over after he ran me through, and started using my body to practice acupuncture. No way am I going to let him get the satisfaction from killing me like that.'

'Chara... Why are you doing this? Is this really what you want? Why do you think they-'

'STOP.'

'...'

'You don't know anything about the real world, you're far too naive! In this world... Its Killed or be Killed. And everyone in it deserves nothing better! It all deserves to be destroyed! THEY deserve to be destroyed! THEY DON'T DESERVE A HAPPY ENDING!... Nobody does..'

'... You don't believe that... I know you don't... You may not agree, but.. I think everyone deserves a second chance... Even you.'

'... Idiot. Just shut up, its no longer what 'You' think. I'll be able to predict him eventually, anyways. Then, he'll die. Then, finally, I won't have to hear your stupid whining anymore...'


...He Saw a glimmering shine.

He decides to reach inside his pocket, right when something beeps.

He takes out his counter.

[00030]

'Huh, 7 times... I must be pretty lucky' he lets out a light chortle, before taking out his notebook to see if his past selves left him with anything.

*5: Flowey's watching.*

*6: Red eyes=Chara, kill any way you can, forget the rules. Blue eyes=Frisk, stay cautious, but don't instantly kill them.*

'Wait, there are two people?'

He rereads the note again. 'Huh, alright.. Easy enough.. Blue stop signs, right?'

He peeks around the pillar at them, making sure to stay hidden in the shadows.

He sees that they have red glowing eyes, glancing from pillar to pillar. 'Alright, one bad time coming up..'

They're walking quickly down the hall, almost jogging. 'Where is he? When I see him again..'

They grip their knife harder, their knuckles turning white from the strain. 'I'll be sure to give him a 'proper' reunion with his brother..'

They warily survey the area, waiting for any sign of an attack, knife at the ready.

Step.

Step.

Step.

Ste-Crack...

..Shatter...

Hundreds of bones are sticking out of them, from every other direction, pinning them in the air like a marionette.

Clearly overkill.

He walks out from behind the shadows of the pillars, slowly making his way to their corpse hanging in the air. 'Humans.. Always so messy, even in death..'

He calls back his bones, their body falling to the floor into a large red pool that's increasing steadily.

The smell of metal is strong in the air.

He takes out his notebook, and writes a new entry.

*7: One death to bones, try blasters.*

He finishes before shoving it back in his pocket.

"That was cruel." A chirpy voice says from behind him.

*5: Flowey's watching.*

He raises his hand in the air, summoning a blue aura around it.

He hears a squeak from behind him, along with the sounds of dirt falling on the golden tiles. 'Flowey..'

He turns around, and sees a flower with a startled face floating in place, before their face turns angry.

"Why do you always attack first?!" He yells, ruffling his petals in frustration.

"I don't know, goldi-petals... Lets just call it a feeling." Sans says with a wink.

"Well! I! ...Don't want to fight! I already learned my lesson from trying that... So, just.. I don't know, take it easy, and calm down, okay? And put me down... Softly... Please?" Flowey says in a pleading voice, putting on an exaggerated frown.

"Eh.. I don't know, would be a lot of trouble to set you down carefully.." Sans says, yawning.

"Secondly.." Sans continues, "You act like we met before... and remarking how I always attack first.. That's awfully strange, if you ask me.. Almost like.." he throws his arm to the side, Flowey follows his hand movements, and heads straight for a wall.

Flowey quickly shoots out vines just in time to grip two pillars to stabilize himself, wincing from the strain it has on his form.

".. We fought before, and you keep having a bad time?" He finishes with a smirk, while Flowey glares at him.

"Yes.. I mean no, I mean.. I got close before.. But that's not why I'm not fighting!" He yells angrily.

"Oh? Do tell..." Sans says waving his hand at them, posing glamorously... Lazily.

"Ugh.. Please, no." Flowey groans, shaking his head as if to get the image out.

"Look.. I know you already know their name.. But Chara? They don't quit when they have a goal set. Ever. You're only delaying your inevitable Demise!" Flowey says with a frown, shifting a bit to get a better grip.

"And I should know! They.. Can be really stubborn sometimes.." Flowey says, his voice lowering in volume considerably.

"And? What's your relationship with ol' red eyes?" Sans asks.

Flowey at first doesn't say anything, but when the gravity increases further, he reluctantly opens his mouth to respond.

But then the world shifts.

The shift disrupts Sans magic on Flowey, who burrows underground as soon as he hit the ground.

'Just great.. And I was actually close to ge-'

.

'You know, you're right... I can't beat him..'

'You mean.. You're finally resetting?'

'What? No. I just need to be... More prepared..'

'But..'

'No buts, if he isn't playing by the rules, than neither shall I!'


...Sans saw a glimmering shine.

He pulls his Counter out, ignoring the beep coming from his other pocket.

[00031]

'Alright, 8th time..' he pulls his notebook out, and flips to the newest page.

*5: Flowey's watching.*

*6: Red eyes=Chara, kill any way you can, forget the rules. Blue eyes=Frisk, stay cautious, but don't instantly kill them.*

*7: One death to bones.*

'Red and blue... Got it.'

He looks from behind the pillar, and sees.. Nobody? 'What?'

He steps out into the open, looking around and listening for the human warily...

Nothing happened.

He decides to teleport to the entrance of the judgement hall, and look over the walk way...

Empty. 'Where did they go?'

He looks back into the Judgement hall, then decides to walk back to his pillar and wait. 'Don't want them to sneak past me...'

Before he does, though, he scans the room for them. 'Better safe than sorry..'

He checks behind every pillar, and inside every opening and gap he thinks they could fit in.

Nothing.

After he's done, he sits down behind a different pillar with a huff, that way, if they knew where he was before, they don't now.

He waits for them to show up...

.

10 Minutes pass, and nothing happens.

Sans lets out a bored sigh, idly playing with a summoned bone, before flicking it into the other pillar.

.

30 Minutes pass, and nothing happens.

"Come oonn.." Sans says exasperated.

He loves doing absolutely nothing, but when he can't afford to nap, it really irritates him.

.

1 Hour passed, and nothing happens...

Sans almost dozes off, but catches himself. 'That kid.. They better not be sleeping or something..'

.

2 Hours pass, and nothing happens...

.

3 Hours pass, and Sans gets up.

'Alright, if they won't come to me, I'll go to them..' He starts walking down the judgement hall towards New Home...

But then he stops.

He hears footsteps approaching, and teleports behind a pillar. 'About time..'

He saw them walk behind the box, and another glimmering shine appears. 'Crap..'

He pulls out his counter quickly.

[00031] 'Ok, good..'

They start walking back down the judgement hall, a slight bounce to their step, and brightly glowing red eyes swaying with their head. 'Confident, huh? Well, lets see how you handle the good ol blasters..'

He summons Gaster blasters that seem to fill the room, covering almost every exit and cranny in the room.

They stop walking, but they seem to bounce in place. 'What's up with them?'

He notices something clatter to the floor at their feet, then another something.

And another.

And another.

They just keep coming.

He decides to fire, and as soon as the Gasters charge their blasts enough, they illuminate the hall with the concentrated energy, and he finally sees what they were. 'Sea tea cups... Oh no...'

(I personally suggest playing MeGaDanceVaNia here, the fast beat matches the fight.. Or not... Do what you want. :D)

When the Gaster blasters finally discharge, they vanish from their spot like they weren't even there, except for the unsettled dust trial that leads...

He quickly turns around when he hears a sound of scraping behind him, sweat beading on his head as he prepares himself t-

He sees their face inches from his, smiling sickeningly wide, eyes wide open and focused, with their knife in hand, already risen to strike their pray.

They swing the knife down at inconceivable speeds, only visible as a blur, and Sans is forced to use his teleport to get out of the way. 'What the hell?!'

He decides to quickly summon as many bones as he can, and launch them at where the human is as fast as he could..

In an instant, they are right there in front of him again, smile stretching from eye to eye, knife already risen yet again.

Their knife swings down...

And Sans jacket receives a huge tear across the chest as he desperately teleports out of the way yet again, before summoning blasters to fill the room, firing them off at random intervals so he doesn't get stuck in the cross fire.

They swerve and dodge with relative ease, seemingly light as air with the way they move and dance through the particle beams.

He saw their eyes flicker brightly for a moment, and instinctively summons bones in front of hi-

CRACK!

Their knife breaks through over half the bones, before getting stuck on the next one in line, inches from his skull, an after image from where they were floating in the air only a moment ago.

Sans quickly summons more bones and Gaster blasters, quickly creating a makeshift bone cage around the human, and the Gaster blasters to fill the cage with beams when they charge.

They just smile at him, almost sweetly, before the cage fills with light.

When the beams disappear, he notices a jagged hole on the left of his bone cage.

he instantly decides to teleport 30 feet forward as fast as he can, as he does, he hears a slash through the air, a slight stinging feeling makes itself known on the back of his skull.

When he stops teleporting, he feels the back of his head.

A slight cut, barely a millimeter deep. 'Too close..'

He turns around, and sees them standing there, with that same smile, before they disappear yet again. 'Give me a break, kid!'

He teleports 20 foot back, summoning bones where he was standing before.

Even though he preemptively summoned bones for them, they appear, and disappear just as quickly before the bones even touch them. 'They're way too fast!'

He fills the area around him with Gaster Blasters, and as soon as he sees just a hint of them near him, he teleports and fires at the same time..

He falls to one knee, gasping. 'Man, pap was right.. I should try not being so lazy..'

He saw them standing up from where the blast took place, the dust making it hard to see anything specific.

He notices their shoulders moving up and down quickly. 'Are they laughing? Or tired? Please be the latter...'

He doesn't decide to wait for an answer, and summons more Gaster blasters and bones, which then fill the area where they stand in a strange combination of deafening booms, cracks, and whipping air.

Crack...Shatter...

'Thank you...' He falls on his hands and knees, huffing, sweat falling off his face in large drops. 'This isn't good.. This is NOT good.. If they start predicting me with that kind of speed...'

He shakes the thought out of his head, slumping back on his rear.

He takes his notebook out, erasing everything he doesn't need anymore. 'Whole new ball game, now..'

*Chara*

*Human?*

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

And replaces them with,

*DODGE NOW. SEA TEA.*

He closes his notebook, and stuffs it back in his pocket. '30 Seconds... All I need to last is 30 seconds..'

he starts shaking uncontrollably. 'D..Damn it.. Why can't they just quit?'

He closes his eyes and wraps his arms around himself to calm down, breathing slowly.

The world begins to shift...


WOOOW! What a ride! Yeah, that Sea Tea part just came to me, and I was on a roll with it! It sure will make the future chapters more interesting fo sho!

With this new addition, the next chapter should be quite the ride!

Be sure to leave a review to tell me if I missed up on anything, and how I have been doing! Its great reading your reviews! Been rereading some of them for awhile now. XD

See you next chapter!

UPDATE: Fixed/improved... Everything.. Is it better now, or nah?