With dust comes the impure, with fire comes a flame
The child ducked behind the bookshelf as fire hit the wooden object.
For there to be fighting, there needs conflict
She waved her arm, more jets of flames shooting from the ground, scolding everything in its path.
A king needs their queen
The child slashed their plastic knife at the opponent leaving a large mark on her face.
A queen needs their king
She stepped away as the child attacked once more only to be burned by another fire jet, the third one this attempt.
But for those who have neither
The child disappeared behind a wall of flames and destruction, rock covered the floor as they fought. The woman looks around for her attacker only to not one the child. The child slashed once more, landing a direct blow to the woman's back.
For those who see nothing else but a goal
She fell to the ground as dust fell from her mouth, she turned to the child as they stood in front of her, a mysterious wind blowing their hair as it covered their eyes, only a sad grin visible.
See it as a game
"Ha… ha… you really hate us… that much…"
See them as pawns
"I was correct in seeing that…" The child turned around and started to walk away "You are our angel" The child stopped and looked at her confused.
For those who see it as this way, they become worse and worse, there is no way for reconciliation, no way for forgiveness, no way to change
"I see it, the Underground will go empty, the Underground will go… free…!"
For they are, the Angel of Death, the true angel
She crumbled to dust, her Soul cracked and shattered.
* You LOVE has increased…
The child looked around the room, the bookshelf long in flames and charred, the ceiling collapsed, rock littering the ground like trash.
And a pile of dust in the middle of the room slowly being blown away from the mysterious wind.
As they were going to turn away they saw something shining from within the pile of dust, they walked towards it, kicking dust out of their way as they walked.
Looking down they saw a small heart, smaller than a Soul yet colored.
Picking it up they dusted their hands and looked at the object, it felt like glass but shined like stone, they also had an odd feeling about it, it glowed a bright black as they turned it around.
Looking back down at the dust of the woman they had just killed they turned around, putting the object in their inventory before leaving the living room.
As they walked through the hall and down the stairs they ignored the rest of the decrepit house, it was the same as the living room. Destroyed, no room was spared from the battle.
They guessed that was the true power of the Queen of all Monsters, or maybe she was holding back yet, they didn't care, why should they?
As they walked they grabbed something from their inventory and put it on.
They reached the end of the stone hall and were at the door, it seemed more broken down than where they were from, they still didn't dare to call that place home.
They pushed on the door to open it and, to their surprise, it opened with ease.
Sighing they put their hands in their hoodie pockets.
Oh, right. When they were going through the RUINS taking care of the stray Monsters they stumbled upon a large gray hoodie, Human size, they didn't seem to find a ribbon though…
It did have some interesting dialogue though, what was it again…
Forgetting, they checked the clothing once more.
Hoodie
7 DEF
* The less you look like a Human, they less Monsters will attack you?
Ah, right. It did have some good reasoning, all that was left was to cover their head, wait…
They pulled up the hoodies… hood… over their head moving their hair in front of their face, brushing it away they came to another set of doors.
They could already feel the cold of Snowdin from here, glad some other misfortunate Human dropped this thing… and then proceeded to getting killed.
Welp, not their problem.
The child entered the snowy section of the Underground with annoyance, they were going to have to deal with Papyrus and Sans now…
A quick thought of just killing the two the first chance they got crossed their mind but they disregarded it. It would be rude not to play with them a bit, right?
* File Saved…
Huh?
They looked around themselves.
Who saved their file?
Confused, they checked their file.
Frisk LV 5
Snowdin – Path
Well, that's weird…
Shrugging they continued walking. Like normal, they ignored the branch knowing no matter how much they tried, they wouldn't be able to take it very far. Stupid fragile body.
As they passed they heard the stick practically explode behind them. Surprised at the very loud noise they whizzed around just in time for a piece of wooden shrapnel to cut their face.
As they put a hand to the surprisingly deep cut they looked around for whoever made a tree branch explode, well they guessed it was Sans but… he's too lazy to make something explode…
Removing their hand from their cheek they saw a fair amount of blood. And if they remember anything from before, any blood is not good.
Well they didn't have their bandage, they fell with the old Dagger somehow, well, it helped them kill of everything faster so they didn't complain before, now they were.
They looked around the small path they were on trying to remember something.
If you can't treat it right away its best to freeze the wound to stop it from bleeding, right?
They picked up some snow in a sweater covered hand and held it to their face immedietly taking it away from the stinging.
Sucking it up they continued walking and put the snow back to their face, the wooden gate was just up ahead.
They heard someone following them and… like someone was breathing down their neck… They turned around again only to find no one was there… again.
Geez, what is with Sans and being creepy all of a sudden?
They walked more, trying to ignore whatever creepy vibe Sans was trying to make.
Once they reached the gate they stopped again as they heard footsteps heading towards them.
" N" Not wanting to hear more of him, they turned around with a not-so-fake look of surprise.
Sans looked different… like, very different. His teeth for starters, weren't square-y, they were sharp and one looked like it was made of gold. He had a black sweater with a red… turtleneck? Who wears turtlenecks anymore? Black shorts with a yellow stripe and no slippers… well, red sneakers but, who cares.
Sans seemed a bit surprised as well but recovered quickly it seemed. He extended his hand.
Internally sighing they reached out for his hand but before they could shake his hand, Sans reached forward and grabbed their hand, holding it tight.
For a moment, there was nothing besides the slight pain of their hand being held tightly but then they felt a large shock run through them.
Certainly, not expecting it they screamed in pain as Sans released their hand and they fell to the ground.
"you shouldn't be so trusting kid" they heard him laugh darkly as their Soul shattered.
Stay determined. Frisk, you need to stay determined. The others, for them, please sta-!
They opened their eyes gasping for air as they looked around, they were back on the path…
Oh… they died, heh, well that wasn't pleasant. Not one bit…
Taking a breath of cold air, they sat against a tree. Don't know why this death was getting to them.
They've died thousands of times and none got to them like this, normally, they'd just brush it off and continue. The only other death recently that caught them off balance was when Chara killed them in the CORE, but still, not like this…
And what was up with that voice? The few times they died to Toriel here, there was nothing telling them to stay determined, but now?
They shook their head and stood up, brushing snow off their bare legs and continued walking.
When the stick exploded, they still turned around, still got a large cut on their face, still felt like someone was breathing down their neck.
But it stopped as they got to the gate.
"H U M-" They turned around before he could even finish the word. A look of annoyance of their face, and, though they didn't let it show, it was the first time in a while they were afraid.
They stared at his hand and back away slowly keeping their hands in the hoodie pockets so he couldn't grab them.
Sans's dark expression lightened up as they backed away. "heh, not one to trust so easily huh? no worries, names Sans, Sans the skeleton" They briefly nodded to him.
"well, let's head on forward k? just go through this gate here, my bro made the bars to close to pass through but it broke" The two walked through the broken gate.
As they walked into a more open area they heard footsteps getting closer, as they looked to Sans and saw him to be sweating a bit and looked around.
"h- hey kid, get behind that lamp" he pointed to a conveniently- wait what?
The lamp did look conveniently like them but it was larger, like made for a fatter one of them, the them they killed in the RUINS didn't look anywhere near this fat, it's not meant to be an insulting lamp!
Before they could walk Sans quickly pushed them behind the lamp. How rude.
A second later they heard someone talk.
"SANS! HERE I COME BACK AND SEE YOU LAZING AROUND AGAIN! JUST WHAT DO YOU HAVE TO SAY FOR YOURSELF THIS TIME…" It sounded like Papyrus, it did sound a bit deeper than normal.
"s- sorry boss" Boss?! "w- was just lookin out for Humans is all, thought I heard one run through the forest a w- while back" Why was Sans scared of Papyrus? The thing couldn't hurt a fly!
"HMM… FINE, BUT IF WE DO NOT FIND A HUMAN, PUNISHMENTS WILL BE WORSE, GOT THAT BROTHER?" "y- yes bro- I mean boss!"
Footsteps walking away while someone 'Nyhe he he'd' evilly… weird…
"k- k, come out now" they stepped out from behind the lamp to a sweating emo-like Sans.
They decided to ignore Sans and walked ahead, better to get moving fast, Monsters still do sleep at night so I'd be harder to kill them then.
"hey, kid, wait" they turned around, great, they were hoping with all the changes, that this would change too…
They crossed their arm over their chest impatiently.
"well patience isn't their trait…" he muttered to himself before sighing.
"anyways, ya see, I need to find a Human and… my bro needs one too, so" he looked at their eyes before shuttering slightly "so I'd be nice if you kept pretending to be one" he quickly walked away, scared more than anything.
They slowly shook their head as they continued down the path. Not like it mattered, not like it mattered…
Who were these 'others'?