Author's Note: I AM SO SORRY! I WANT TO SAY SORRY TO EVERYONE READING AND/OR CO-WRITING WITH ME!

I never, EVER, meant to take so long to write. I actually had this entire chapter written, but my computer decided to be a bitch and deleted the file. Than I had to re-write this from scratch! Anyways, I would also like to say I have recently lost an Aunt I was very close to, and that it had also affected my motivation to write, along with so much end-of-the-school-year essays and home work that took up most of my afternoons and nights. But it's almost Summer! SWEET RELEASE! I've only got a few days left, than I'm free!

Also, I would like to remind any of my readers to check out my Co-Writers (previously mentioned in the last chapter) and to read their amazing stories!

Also, to see what a 'halfsec' is, check out either chapter 4 or 5 of my story "The power of Creativity." Their short and can give a quick explanation!

One more thing. Everyone from Critics United, I thank you for informing me of what rules I have violated. I have fixed my story format, but I believe there is no harm done in accepting requests via review. I would have set up a forum, but I don't know how. If someone could inform me of how to, I would appreciate it dearly. (I actually spent a week trying to figure out how and still couldn't... -_-' aheheh...) But until I can, I will answer any current review questions and/or dares and any news one that come up BEFORE I get a forum. Until then, I hope to not get into trouble for this! I will fix it, CU, so please be patient!

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Disclaimer: I do not own Undertale, or any OCs who've been claimed by others. I only own a small edit done to Error!Sans, along with any one from (now named) CreativeTale or TeacherTale. (I'm so lame...)

WARNING: This chapter contains some... Pretty Graphic and possibly Triggering things... So, read the very beginning at your own risk. If you want to keep your innocence and maybe even your sanity (Jk... Well... Maybe.) I will leave a Marker, which will basically be and bunch of lines. Yep. I'm the best.

Anyways, here's the (so long) awaited chapter!

Imma name it

A Sinner's Struggle.

You'll understand soon.

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Third Person.

Sinner was running down the twisting hallways of the Sanctuary. Salkeya (the ghost) had sent him here with an odd purple potion, telling him to find Salya and give her it. She even said she knew she'd be in the infirmary (which he barely knew existed). When he asked why, the phantom had just winked and shoved him towards the entrance before seemingly putting up a barrier between the hall entrance and living room where Error (the bitch) was waiting to FIGHT.

Back to the present, Sinner!Sans had been running down a particularly long hall way, looking for the infirmary. He was currently beating himself up inside for never visiting the medical room, but he couldn't think about that now. Especially because of what had stopped him dead in his tracks.

In front of him... Was his kitchen. But his Mother was there cooking dinner. And a younger him, most likely helping, who was suspiciously moving like a robot; seeming to be deep in thought.

A growing sense of dread befell Sinner as he heard his Mother speak.

"Sans dearie could you be a sweetheart and grab me the carving knife?" Those were the words that made him feel a shiver crawl down his spine.

As he watched the scene he'd dreamt of so many times unfold, something different happened. As his younger self approaches the knife block, the young skeleton stopped and slowly turned towards Sinner.

Their eyes, glowing with dangerously murderous DETERMINATION, were focused fully on Sinner as they whispered a sentence that chilled Sinner to the bone.

"... murderer..." Sinner felt tears well in his eyes as his Mother did the same thing, only calling him a "...Killer...". Sinner was now on the verge of crying as the voices grew louder, more serious, more... Demented. Sinner realized this as something akin to DETERMINA-no. Sinner realized blood began to fall from cracks in their bodies, as well as their eye sockets, mouths, basically anywhere that touched the outside air. And that was basically everything.

The blood was pooling on the floor, pushing against imaginary barriers. Sinner had tried to look away or close his eyes, but found he couldn't. It wasn't from some sick curiosity or satisfaction. No, it was because he physically could not move any part of his body.

As the blood began to rise, drowning the two skeletons, Sinner was finally able to look away. The skeleton felt like someone had taken his SOUL, ripped it to shreds, and put it back together the wrong way. He wanted to hurl, curse, DIE for all he cared. But he couldn't. He promised to bring the purple potion to his friends, and he would do just that.

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Sinner had eventually found the infirmary, and was surprised to see Salya's shaking form in the corner, her sobs muffled from the clothes she wore. A small pile of dust had been set delicately beside her, and was currently glowing a light lavender.

Sinner approached slowly, knowing just how an emotionally unstable werewolf monster would lash out at anyone, even their friends, if they moved to fast. But Sinner knew how to avoid that.

After successfully reaching his friend, Sinner put a gentle and (hopefully) calming hand on his friends shoulder, he himself shaking form the intensity of the wails of sorrow coming from the halfsec seated before him.

He slowly wrapped his arms around her, and she quickly began to cling to him like a life line.

"H-he... He's re-really gone..." Salya choked out, voice hoarse. Sinner quickly shushed her a patted her head gently, trying to flatten down some stray blond fly always.

"N-no... I wanna ta-talk..." There was a moment of silence before she began again. "Y'kno-know? We always used to joke about what it'd fe-feel like to lose each other." Salya looked down at the dust before burying her head in Sinner's chest. "And... I-I always sa-said I would be-be strong. Guess I wa-was wrong... Aheheh..." Salya began feebly laughing while crying. She slowly disentangled her self from Sinner, eyes puffy red and face covered in snot and tears.

Sinner reached into his pocket while Salya wiped her face, and pulled out the potion he was given. The second Salya saw it, she lunged for it, yanked it from Sinner's hand, and began mumbling to herself. The only thing Sinner caught was "... Only two more after this..." Which made him quite curious as to what the potion was, and what it could do.

His question was answered when Salya stood up shakily and walked around her skeleton friend towards her SOUL mate's dust. She unstoppered the bottle and poured it on the dust, confusing Sinner greatly. 'What the...' He thought to himself before he saw Salya bend on her knees and slowly raise her hands above the dust. A soft, pale pink began to surround her hands, before also surrounding the dust pile.

After a moment, the pile began to glow brighter and brighter, until all the halfsec and sinner could see was white. Than everything went black and both had to furiously blink their eyes. After Sinner could see, he heard a small gasp and saw Creative!Sans laying on the floor, breathing heavy, ragged breathes.

Salya had a look of awe on her face before passing out, leaving a very confused and joyful, (the previous 'nightmare' forgotten,) as well as curious Sinner!Sans to stare at the bodies.

Sinner, quickly realizing he should put the bodies on the beds, grabbed them with two blue, slimy tentacles he formed from his backed. He may not like to use them, but boy were those tentacles STRONG. He legitimately picked up four humongous ice cubes at the same time once using them. Real handy.

After setting the bodies down on beds, Sinner quickly exited the infirmary. As he got closer to the living room, he felt angrier for some reason, as well as dread falling on him, soaking his bones with fear and regret. And a strong sense of guilt. And Sinner found out why the second he walked through the entrance to the living room, which suspiciously had lost it's barrier. He found that out, too.

He saw a wasteland of destruction and death as he walked in. He saw a multitude of piles of dust, and a few stragglers who had lived long enough to try to get out of the way of a BIG monster. More specifically, an ERROR- turned Omega Flowey. And Sinner felt it was gonna be a bad day.

As Sinner approached the EOF, he saw barely a sign of Error, the only thing being that he had apparently tied up both Salkeya's, and put them against a wall... Behind the Omega Flowey. As Sinner noticed this, he grew angry. Especially when he saw no Papyrus's left, along with many other versions of his friends, making him furious. Error hadn't even left a scarf behind. And that was the final straw for Sinner.

His mind grew clouded as the skeleton approached the Boss Monster, a very insane, verging on 'not very stable in the head' grin widening on his face. As he approached the now inverted-color Omega Flowey, he began to laugh, confusing the big monster. As Sinner came closer, his left eye blazed to life, but it was a forbidding red, almost fire like in a sense, as it pulsed immense DETERMINATION and Magic. After Sinner!Sans had gotten only three yards from EOF, he snapped his fingers and immediately 20 Red Eyed Gaster Blasters appeared and shot at the Omega Flowey; hitting dead on the screen and causing it to crack a little. Sinner than used his tentacles (he had summoned them when he had snapped his fingers) to deflect some of Omega Flowey's counter attacks, even daring to send up sharp-ended bones to stab the creature before him.

However, after many exchanged attacks, Omega Flowey got a lucky shot and knocked Sinner backwards, chuckling as they inspected their work. Sinner only had 0.5 health left, and was most likely not going to survive the next turn. As Omega Flowey closed in for the kill, Sinner closed his eyes, awaiting death...

And waiting.

And still waiting.

After a minute, Sinner opened his eyes to see why he wasn't being killed- OH MY IRENE.

Sinner stared in amazement at Nichelle M. as she whacked Omega Flowey upside the head (TV Screen?) with an old, slightly rusty and dented frying pan, and preceded to do this until knocking out the already exhausted monster, who hadn't even really fought back besides a few half-hearted swipes at Nichelle. It seemed EOF wasn't COMPLETELY evil.

As Nichelle helped up Sinner, he doubled over, and she began looking worried.

"Are you oka-" She was cut off mid sentence when Sinner shouted "Sa-Salkeya! Ge-get them ou-out, Nichelle! The-they'll help!" Nichelle looked in the direction Sinner had pointed, nodded before gently setting him down, and began running towards the shutdown robo-dragon and struggling ghost.

After freeing them with the usage of a pocket knife Salkeya (ghost) had managed to produce somehow, as well as waking up Salkeya the Dragon; the three began walking back towards Sinner when Error appeared above him and whispered loudly,

"Take one more step... And I'll KiLL HiM."

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BOOM. CLIFFHANGER. I hope this long chapter holds you guys over until the next one!

Salkeya, OUT!

(Salya: My wittle cinnamon bun's alive!)