A/N: I am lacking motivation at the moment, sorry... everything's just been hard. I sprained my ankle and I've been struggling with doing the things I love. The new school I'm going to is great, and it's not the problem. Actually, maybe it is. Our Nice Math Teacher from last term left on long service leave, so now we have two asshole Math Teachers whoI honestly think shouldn't be working at a high school, much less this high school. First, new asshole - teaches us about a subject for a single week and then gives us our massive end of subject test that counts for most of our math grade when we don't know three quarters about it. Other asshole - is just your generic asshole. No real variation.
Sans glided into the room in the form of a bat, his wings spread out to full length. He resumed the form of the skeleton she recognised, but his eyes still glowed the crimson of blood and he still possessed his fangs. He was facing a room of other vampires, including a chimera, a dragon, several dogs and even a gryphon. How a gryphon could become. Toriel smiled. 'So, our leader decides to present himself at this meeting. Finally. What do you have to say for yourself?'
'heh, sorry i'm late tor. but on the plus side, the icecap i just fed from tasted somewhat like what strawberry ice cream used to taste like. hello, my fellow revolutionary brothers.'
'AND SISTERS!' The gryphon screeched.
'and sisters... we all know why we are here. the tyrant who leads us, my brother, papyrus, spoils the higher ups and leaves us little people to the wayside. he attempts to starve us to make us willing to help if he offers food. he is a terrible leader. almost all of you experienced my rule as the master vampire, as our leader. do you not agree that my rule was better, a fairer rule in which everyone could feed and sire? king papyrus attempts to crush us under his boots, make us bend to his will. but we will never submit to him! our day is approaching, my friends. we just have to wait a little longer-'
'AND THEN YOU WILL ALL BE EXECUTED FOR YOUR TREACHERY AFTER FALLING BEFORE YOUR KING.' A collective gasp echoed through the room as the king made his presence known. 'SANS, MY BROTHER, HOW LONG DID YOU THINK YOU COULD HIDE THIS SECRET FROM ME? YEARS? DID YOU REALLY FILL THEIR HEADS WITH FALSE HOPES OF OVERTHROWING ME? I OUGHT TO KILL YOU ALL TO MAKE AN EXAMPLE FOR ANY FUTURE REBELS.' Sans shivered, his eyes wide and panicked. 'I UNDERSTAND I HAVEN'T BEEN THE BEST OF KINGS, THE BEST OF LEADERS, BUT TRUST ME, I HAVE PLANS. I WILL RULE OVER THE ENTIRE UNDERGROUND!' And then, as ridiculous as it was, he began to sing. 'I KNOW THAT YOUR POWERS OF RETENTION, ARE AS WET AS WATERFALL AT HIGH TIDE, BUT THICK AS YOU ARE, PAY ATTENTION! MY WORDS ARE A MATTER OF PRIDE…'
'IT'S CLEAR FROM YOUR EMPTY EXPRESSIONS, THAT YOUR MINDS ARE ON OTHER AFFAIRS… BUT WE'RE TALKING FORAYS AND AGGRESSION… EVEN YOU CANNOT BE CAUGHT UNAWARES!'
'SO PREPARE FOR THE CHANCE OF THE TIMELINE, BE PREPARED FOR SENSATIONAL NEWS. A SHINING NEW ERA, IS TIPTOEING NEARER-'
'and where do we feature?' Sans asked.
'JUST LISTEN TO TEACHER. I KNOW IT SOUNDS SOR-DID, BUT YOU WILL BE REWARDED, WHEN AT LAST MONSTERKIND GIVES ME MY DUES. AND INJUSTICE DELICIOUSLY SQUARED, BE PREPARED!'
A chimera grinned. 'Be prepared, alright, we'll be prepared! For what, exactly?' He obviously wasn't that bright.
'FOR THE DEATH OF KING ASGORE!'
'Oh. Is he sick?' Correction – the chimera was an idiot.
'NO, FOOL, WE'RE GOING TO KILL HIM, AND THAT PESKY SLAYER TOO. THEN, WITH NO ONE LEFT TO STOP ME, I WILL TAKE OVER! DITCH YOUR LITTLE THOUGHTS OF A REVOLUTION AND I'LL SEE TO IT THAT YOU NEVER GO HUNGRY AGAIN!'
'Of course! We agree!' The chimera sung.
'long live the king!' Sans cried out. Every vampire echoed his cry and sung a line of their own.
'It's great that we'll soon be connected, with a king who'll be all-time adored!'
'OF COURSE, THERE'S A PRICE, YOU'RE EXPECTED… TO GIVE ME YOUR FULL LOYALTY! THE FUTURE IS LITTERED WITH PRIZES, AND THOUGH I'M THE MAIN ADRESSEE… A POINT THAT I MUST EMPHASISE IS… THAT YOU WON'T GET A DROP WITHOUT ME!'
'SO PREPARE FOR THE ATTACK OF THE CENTUARY, BE PREPARED FOR THE DARKEST OF PLANS! DILIGENT PLANNING, DESIRE SPANNING, THREE YEARS OF DENIAL IS SIMPLY WHY I'LL – BE KING UNDISPUTED, RESPECTED, SALUTED AND SEEN FOR THE WONDER I AM! YES, MY TEETH AND AMBITIONS ARE BARED, BE PREPARED!'
The final words she heard before waking up were distant, but definitely in Sans' and the chimera's voices.
'Yes, our teeth and ambitions are bared - be prepared!'
Her eyes snapped open and she sat up. The door audibly slid shut downstairs. Someone must have moved her upstairs and onto Alphys's bed. She rubbed her neck and waited, wondering if whoever was downstairs would come up. She pondered the dream, (or was it a nightmare?) and came to a decision – it was a bad choice to watch The Lion King before she had reset the timeline. A terrible choice, in fact. She had made a mistake in doing so. She shouldn't do it ever again. Frisk lay back down and shut her eyes, thinking that now she'd had the obscure Lion King dream she'd be able to sleep soundly.
The elevator buzzed as it moved, signifying that someone was coming up. Frisk stayed lying there, with her eyes shut. She heard the elevator stop, followed by light footsteps. Then whoever it was knocked over something, making a loud crash. Frisk groaned and sat up, deciding to see who it was. It was Mettaton, his eyes glowing like flashlights as he surveyed the damage, groaning. 'Oh crap, Alphys is going to be pissed …' It was then he realised that she was awake. He turned off the flashlight eyes before turning to face her. 'Oh, hello human! I'm sorry, I didn't mean to wake you.'
'It's fine, I couldn't sleep anyway. Want me to help you clean up the mess?'
'Oh, darling, thank you for offering, but it's fine. I can do it myself. I'm the one who made the mess, after all.'
'Mettaton, all I can do at the moment is try to go back to sleep. Even if it's cleaning, it's something else to do.' Frisk stated, looking the robot in the eye.
'Darling, there are plenty of things to do. You can go downstairs and watch anime. I'm sure Alphys would be happy. Ever since… this, happened they've been gathering dust.' He smiled weakly and then went to cleaning the mess he'd made. Frisk headed downstairs and put on the first season of Mew Mew Kissy Cutie, slightly upset. The way Mettaton had looked at her made her feel like pond scum. Worthless. A howl echoed up from below, in the True Lab, cutting off rather quickly into silence. Frisk looked around, scared. Was something other than amalgates down there? Alphys did mention an experiment on the King. Was that… was that King Asgore howling?
The bat stretched his wings, looking at the lab below. He wiped the tears away from his skull.
'YOU BETRAY ME, BROTHER! YOU DISGRACE THE NAME OF ALL US VAMPIRES! YOU LEAD A REBELION AGAINST ME! VAMPIRES, PROVE YOURSELVES WORTHY OR BECOME OUTCASTS! HUNT. HIM. DOWN!' They swarmed around him, flying for him. A fireball flew into the midst of the bats, painting the room in beautiful light and burning up several bats.
'Fly, Sans! FLY! I know you are not capable of fear, but please flee! Do not come back for me! I will buy you time! FLY!' And so he did.
From the castle he had been exiled, sent flying away from his kingdom. He had flown for miles, throwing his pursuers for loops and hiding in plain sight. It pained him, the way he had been banished. And there was something else, flickering. Was it an emotion? No. Vampires lacked souls. They could not feel. They were not capable of such things.
He glared down at the lab, at the slayer's home. He knew how to convince the vampires of his society to take him back. He just had to kill the human, take their soul. But how to get past the slayer?
It was night. She would be out hunting or she would be resting. He spread those magic, gossamer wings and flew down into the lion's den, deciding it would all be worth a little risk.
A/N: Sorry if this chapter isn't up to scratch. Hopefully the next one will be better. Thank you for your patience and time...
