There was no time to explain. No time to speak. No time to even cry out.

With a swing of his arm, Sans slammed little Frisk onto the roof. The boy yelped in pain and his pain only grew worse when several white weapon bones, not unlike the ones Papyrus had previously used against him, popped out, each knocking one point off of Frisk's HP.

Frisk, however, bounced and managed to get back down to the floor, bouncing again as weapon bones shot out of the ground, barely dodging the attack. He looked up and his eyes widened when he saw that his FIGHT panel, compete with his useless ITEMS bar, his ACT panel and his beloved MERCY option, was in front of him. His red soul was still glowing even after Sans' attack was done. That hadn't just been a one-off attack: Sans was engaging him in an all-out FIGHT.

Sans had never engaged him in a FIGHT before. Ever. Not even as a joke. He was adamant that FIGHTs were not funny. Besides, he would always insist, he was far too lazy to ever engage in a true FIGHT. That was why Frisk hadn't gotten scared when Sans' eyes had gone blank so long ago, when he had insisted that Frisk would have been dead where he stood if it hadn't been for the skeleton's promise to Toriel. The child just hadn't been able to imagine that Sans would ever lay a hand on him.

Frisk glanced at his HP bar and cringed when he saw he was five points down. He didn't have anything to get that health back.

He reached towards the MERCY button, but before he could even hope to get near it a bone struck him on the back of the head

Frisk HP: 14/20

"ah ah," said Sans with a wag of his boney finger, "no more second chances. you've gotten enough'a those."

"I don't-unnnngh!"

Bones struck him one by one. He acted swiftly, letting his soul float out of his body. That was how Frisk usually fought: letting his soul out of his chest allowed him to dodge attacks more easily. He would only lose HP if any of Sans' attacked touched his little soul, and his little soul was easier to maneuver if it wasn't attached to his cumbersome body.

"there we go," sneered Sans hatefully, examining the soul. He was surprised, however, when he saw that the soul was unburdened with sin. A cursory glance at the child's HP revealed that their name was Frisk and their LOVE was low.

Sans blinked in confusion, but his glower returned swiftly. Another dirty trick, he thought¸ kid musta lost a couple of times before this and now they're trying something sneaky…just like they did with pap…

The thought of his brother sent a flash of pain through Sans' entire being. Poor Papyrus, so eager for a friend, any kind of friend, had easily fallen for the child's smile and their promise to be a great companion.

Oooh, you really must be great! A great royal guard who deserves a lot of friends! I'll be your friend~!

R-REALLY? WELL, I SUPPOSE THE GREAT PAPYRUS COULD USE A MORE DIVERSE SET OF FRIENDS, SO…YES, HUMAN! LET'S BE FRIENDS!

Excellent. I'll be a great friend, Papyrus…

Empty words, words that had only made Papyrus an easy target when the human had grown bored of him and decided to strike…

Frisk spotted the sorrow in Sans' eyes and lowered his defenses. He opened his mouth to ask what was wrong, but before he could Sans' left eye glowed fiercely.

"you're not foolin' me, you dirty brother killer!"

"Bro-ungh!"

A stream of bones shot at Frisk's soul. The child's red heart was struck several times.

Frisk HP: 10/20

Frisk HP: 9:20

Frisk HP: 5/20

And although the bones weren't directly striking Frisk's body, the injuries his soul was sustaining became visible on his corporeal form. Bruises appeared on his face and blood leaked from several cuts that appeared on his body. His lip became split and pain shot through his tiny body with every bone that brushed against his soul.

"Ah…hurts…" muttered the child, his knees becoming weak. Sans perpetual smile became wider.

"good," he spat. "now 'ya know how all those monsters felt…aw, who am i kiddin? we've done this a billion times, haven't we?"

"St-stop…"

"too late for that, ya' little demon," Sans replied, snapping his fingers. Frisk was barely able to look up. Horror gripped his heart when he saw what Sans had summoned: two demonic-looking machines with wide maws. A glance at his FIGHT panel informed him that they were called 'Gaster-Blasters'.

"Ah…" Frisk reached towards his panel and Sans braced himself for a swing from the child.

He was shocked when Frisk pressed MERCY.

He gawked at the fallen child for a moment, trying to make sense of this move.

"what…are you…? is this some kinda joke?"

He felt tears sting his eyes.

"ya' think this is funny?"

He struck at the child's soul. Frisk yelped in pain.

Frisk HP: 3/20

"you think i'm an idiot that's just gonna give 'ya a big hug and let you go after you killed everyone?!"

Another bone flew at Frisk's soul, but the child waved his hand and his soul dodged the projectile.

"not on your life!"

A string of what must have been a hundred bones flew at Frisk's soul. Frisk couldn't hope to dodge all of them.

Frisk HP: 2/20

Frisk HP 1/20

He felt his soul begin to split.

Can't…keep going…he thought, but a small wave of determination struck him and he somehow managed to hold out even as Sans continued to beat at his soul. He imagined how his mom would cry if he didn't come home, how his uncle would have no-one to make puzzles for anymore, how Flowey would be all alone again, how his dad would react when he snapped out of this murderous rampage and realized what he had done.

Frisk HP: .5/20

Frisk HP: .01/20

Frisk HP .001/20

Frisk HP: .00001/20

Sans snarled in frustration, throwing one last bone at the child's soul, which missed as the soul began to sink. The little red heart fell back into Frisk's chest. The child fell down on his face, barely able to stay conscious.

"whoah…" Sans panted, getting tired. "you…eh…really are determined, aren't 'ya?"

The Gaster Blasters opened their mouths wide.

"but i've had enough'a this…see ya' soon, you little monster."

He snapped his fingers and the Gaster Blasters aimed.

Frisk managed to lift up his hand, his bloodied fingers twitching as he reached towards the smiling skeleton with the glowing blue eye. Sans braced himself, prepared for the child to strike the FIGHT button out of spite before the Gaster Blasters eradicated him.

A single, choked word managed to emerge from the child's lips.

"D-dad…"

Sans' left eye ceased to glow cyan almost immediately.

"w-wait!" he cried, but it was too late. The Gaster Blasters fired at Frisk.


Hey! Have I mentioned yet that I'm evil? No? Well, I am! Chara's got nothin' on this cliffhanger!

Nevertheless, I extend my sincerest thanks to:

Talkingbirdguy

D3aCt1vAt3D: Staaare._.

TehUnoman: nope

Ice Bear

Guest: Interesting, though I don't think he could leak determination like that. If he leaked it…wouldn't he melt?

That 'Inactive Afiction': That's where they put Grandpa, obviously!….wow, that's kinda dark…

DarkFoxKit: Past, technically, since at this point pacifist Frisk and Flowey have been living the happy-ending life for a little over a year.

Ngrey651

Peace: -_- is not dead…yet

Banananana123

Lvl-ZeR0: Sicko! Ha I'm kidding, I'm the real sicko here, I'm writing about a small child getting beaten up by his own father…after he was previously abused by a foster parent…

Wow, I am a sicko…

Litosns

DJKitten07: The child has been dunked!

Unknown (Guest)

Just 2 Dream of You

Deadly8rose123

Charlie: I can see! Thanks : )

Lolduude: No problemo, I sometimes do the same. Now can we all please stop talking about Frisk's gender or lack thereof? I've spent so much energy writing about it that I'm considering re-titling this fic 'The Gender". And that title would just raise eyebrows.

Cyberfire22: Thanks so much! I'm glad you enjoy my writing!

Thanks to everyone for reviewing! Thanks to everyone who faved/followed or read, and please review this chapter…that might make me update faster.

Maybe…

Y'know…unless I decide to be evil.

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