Oh my god. You guys, this... This is amazing, I think I'm actually going to cry. You all love my story this much? I couldn't ask for anything better than this appreciation. My god, you guys are hitting me right in the heart with these thirty-three reviews, the thirty-eight followers and the thirty-one favorites. Thank you all so so so much. Now, I've got a lot of reviews to answer, and then we'll get on with the story. Again, thank you all so much...:

dream1990: poor babies indeed.

Ejemoreh: Oops. Sorry 'bout that ^^; they're just so much fun to write though!

Paramillo: Aw you like the cliff-hanger? :D *violent screeching in the background*

Avacodo at Law: DADDY SANS!

StarBee24: *rubs your back* shhhh... Shhh... It's okay. *leans close to your ear and whispers* it gets worse.

DaGamesta: See, reviews like this remind me of myself so I kinda instantly have a crush on you. (Jk. Maybe) ANYWAY thank you for friggin' noticing! God, when no one mentioned anything I was terrified about the hints not being clear enough! Thank you so much!

Monkeygirl13: UPDATING. UPDATING. update complete :3

Guest: LIES BUT THANK YOU KIND SOUL. LOVE YOU!

TaerGehTekim: Oh my. But yeah, I'm going to take this as a good review..? But Undyne and Alphys are big shitheads in this story XD

Zero testarossa: OKAY. First review that's negative! Um, I don't know how to..uh..respond to this to be honest. I'm generally a very nice person... But uh... How about learn to accept creativity or a little difference in the monsters in the game? I mean, obviously, this is probably not how Undyne lost her eye or how all of this happened, right? Besides, I'm not going to go back through all the friggin' chapters just to edit out the blood part. I'm sorry, but I just don't have the energy to. Plus, I like it more like that. I mean... Monsters having NO BLOOD AT ALL? That's just ridiculous if you ask me.

Connie Hooper: Yeah. Hate is such a wonderful feeling

Kiryma: *heart attack*

ANYWAY~! Let's get on with it! ;) -Sty

Chapter 10

The throbbing was woke Sans up. The god-awful pulsing in his cracked skull. His eyes were closed, but he could see. He could see the darkness on the gold, the two forms molding together in the shapes of him and Silvia.

The foretelling filled Sans with hope. With the hope that that future would happen. He forced himself off the bloodied rubble. Wait...blood? Sans shakily brushed the small splatter with his fingertips. His sockets narrowed and he struggled to his feet. It was Silvia's. He stayed crouched on the mound and began to crawl to the exit. His head pounded painfully and everything he saw was tinted blue. That guard must've done some serious damage. Sans reached the top of the debris, his breathing heavy.

I'm not gonna get very far like this, he thought fuzzily. Sans braced himself as he stood upright, feeling as if the ground was spinning beneath him. Something within his skull seemed to click off, and he dropped to the floor, tumbling down the other side of the rubble. He grunted as metal poles jabbed at him and slabs of uneven concrete smashed into his ribs and spine. When he rolled off the pile, he could barely move.

"Ow..." he groaned, his arms shaking as he tried to push himself up. It took a few attempts before he was successful, coughing up droplets of cyan that speckled the dark stone floor. His legs wobbled and he took a tentative step forward. Sans prepared himself to snap like he had on the crest of the destruction, but to his immense relief he didn't. He clenched his fists and began to walk slowly.

"You know, this is starting to get pathetic."

Sans stopped, reaching out to a nearby wall to keep himself up. He turned his head, and not to any of his surprise, there was Flowey, his usual vacant grin plastered on his stupid little white face. Sans flipped off the small plant, causing him to frown.

"Um, you do realize I don't know what that means," Flowey said. Sans scowled and let his arm go limp to his side. He closed his eyes, the thunder in his skull beginning to fade his vision.

"It...means g-grow to hell..." he spat, readying himself to start shambling off again. He wanted to teleport, but just the thought of it made Sans feel sick.

Damn it.

"How do you like that little spell on you?" Flowey sneered at Sans' back. He opened one socket, giving the flower a weak glare. "Called a Soul Block. It took me years to create it. Prevents any monster from using their specialty in magic, and me being me, it was near impossible to make 'cause I myself don't got any Soul. Just enough magic to tinker with it." Flowey laughed, his petals bouncing. Sans growled slightly and turned fully around, staggering towards him.

"You seem to know everything," Sans said, stopping in front of Flowey. "Where did they take her? Where are they right now?" Flowey flinched away, an actual flash of fear on his face. Sans stepped closer, the pounding behind his sockets causing him to feel dizzy.

HP 10/62.

Sans rubbed his face, feeling something slick and goopey catch on his finger bones. He pulled his hand away, squinting to see exactly what it was. He froze, his impossible stomach dropping. One of his knees buckled and he was kneeling in front of Flowey, the plant now smirking.

He was leaking blood-dust matter. It was from the crack in his skull for sure. Blood-dust matter was what monsters excreted when they were near death or from serious injuries that could become infected and then kill them. He shook his hand, the thick drops pittering to the floor.

Flowey cackled. "Aw, is a little skeleton afraid of dying?"

"S-shut up," Sans muttered, trying to stand back upright. "All I want to hear is where my kid is and where the Guard is taking her." He held out his boney hand, a jagged tibia forming in his palm Flowey shied away from the weapon.

"Uh, why should I tell you?" Flowey asked, but the look Sans gave him made him silently acknowledge he better say or else his face would be impaled again. "Uh...they're heading for Asgore obviously. But right now? I'd say they're halfway through the Core." Flowey blinked, daring to smirk in his current situation. "You were out for three hours, by the way."

Sans was already shambling away, his breathing raspy and uneven. "Take off the Soul Block," he ordered, a cracked, skeletal dragon cannon appearing in front of Flowey. It's own breathing was rattly. Flowey frowned.

"It's still in effect for two more days!" the flower stated coldly. He let out a squeak when the cannon began whirring from within, its maw opening wide.

"I don't give one flying fuck," Sans snapped. "Take. It. Off." He coughed again, more aqua stars falling from his mouth. The blaster was taking a lot of power out of his weak Soul. He heard Flowey scoff.

"You're an idiot," he noted. Almost right after, Sans' body suddenly felt a little stronger and fuller. Warmth reached his elbows and he sighed. He looked at his hands, smiling a little as they didn't shiver from his previous weakness.

Sans focused his energy on the entirety of the Underground, then concentrating on the Core. Right before he left, he heard Flowey growl, "What? No 'thank you'?". Sans opened his eyes, blinking as everything stayed tinted blue. Despite his vision impaired, he could see the massive Core in the distance, over the sea of molten lava. Heat affected him instantly and sweat began to bead his forehead. Sans winced as a salty streak went over his head injury. He sighed, wishing to have gotten a little closer.

But at least I can teleport, he reminded himself as he began to run through Hotland. He leaped over gaps in the fiery roads, the heat boiling his bones' marrow. But Sans pushed himself onward, forcing his feet to pound the burning ground and to get him to the Core as fast as possible.

As he skidded in front of the entrance to the hotel between Hotland and the Core, his eyes caught something disgusting. A large cloud of blood drifted through the fountain's water in the lobby. He took a wary step forward and inside, his jaw gritting. The fountain itself had been turned off, so the ichor stayed plumed under the water's surface. What was even more sickening was the streaking splatter of the liquid on the edge of the fountain's granite rim. It was fresh and it's tiny rivulets streaming down to the floor and into the water.

Rage and repulsion made Sans walk further inside. They'd shown no mercy for his child. She must've tried to fight back and succeeded enough for one of the guards -or Undyne, he reminded himself angrily- to smash her head into the stone. A trail of the droplets led to the elevator on the other side of the lobby. Before he began to approach it however, he felt a violent crash of agony in his shin.

"OW! Son of a-" he caught himself when he looked down. A brown cat-monster kid had kicked him. He looked to be about six or seven, his head unusually big compared to his body.

"What are ya doing, kid?" Sans asked, nudging the little boy away.

"Da guards said ta attack any skeleton ta come in here!" he responded, stabbing his foot into Sans' leg again. He yelped.

"Ow! Knock it off, shithead!" Sans saw a flicker of shock fly across the boy's face.

"My name is not sit-head!" the child exclaimed, clearly offended for the wrong reason. "It's Junior!" Sans rolled his eyes and began to walk away and towards a small fast-food place to the left of the elevator. The stupid kid actually managed to take a couple of hit points off of him. He heard Junior whine about him moving too fast and not staying to listen to his clearly important information. He entered the restaurant, ordering a burger. He dug around in his pockets for some Gold. Why was this shit so expensive? Forty G for a friggin' burger? Ridiculous. Sans glanced down and jumped slightly to find the little cat-monster glaring up at him, his tiny ears flicked back.

"Hey!" he squeaked, continuing to follow Sans as he received his food and started to walk back to the lobby. "Hey, Turd-Face! I'm talkin' ta ya!" Sans took a bite out of his burger, and stared down at the little boy. For being expensive beyond belief, it was pretty good and it replenished him a decent amount.

"What, Junior?" Sans asked, exasperated. Flecks of ground reef -another human-food substitute- flying from his mouth.

"Why did da guards want ya ta die?" he asked, tilting his head. Sans swallowed hard and paused. He furrowed his brow and shoved the rest of his food into his jaws. "Mister?"

"It doesn't concern you, kid," Sans said sternly. His HP had regained itself about halfway to his relief.

HP 31/62.

"But dey're da Royal Guard. Why would dey want ya dead?"

"Junior, just drop it. It's not like they'll manage to kill me. I'm way stronger than all of 'em." With that being said, Sans teleported again, this time to the brightest and most beautiful place in the Underground.

The Judgement Hall.

Sans stood still, turning his head slowly and looking around. There was no other way to reach Asgore without crossing here, and to his surprise, Eithel wasn't around either. Nor the Royal Guard. Well, if that was the case, he had time to view out the windows. Nothing was visible past the golden light, but Sans was still filled with warmth and he could still hear the birds from outside singing as if they were the luckiest beings on the planet. And they were. They got to fly for countless miles and even humans had not as much freedom as the birds did. Humans were stuck on the ground where birds could soar forever in the endless vast blue far above every other creatures' heads.

This was where his and Silvia's future is. This was where he knew he'd succeed, where he knew he wouldn't fail her. Sans brushed off some dirt and dust from his blue jacket, unzipping it and letting it loosen around him. He closed his sockets. Silvia's song drifted through his mind, echoing like it had been sung in a fathomless cave.

It filled him with hope.

Shouts and thundering footfalls began soon reached Sans' perception of hearing. Undyne's voice was distinct and he could even catch Silvia's weak pleads. The thought of his child beaten and bloodied sent a wave of ire to burn down his spine. His magic pulsed angrily, but he took a deep breath, letting it out slowly. He wouldn't let his anger get in the way of his true purpose like it had at the Royal Guards' barrack.

The monsters drew closer.

"Robinson! Get your damn paws off me," Undyne roared. "I'll take care of it myself! It's not your eye is it? NO! So get away from me and just get the human to Asgore!" There was a slap and a quiet apology. The marching became deafening and then after a few moments, it silenced.

Murmurs spread through the crowded guards and Undyne roared in fury.

"How did you get here?!" she bellowed. Sans kept his sockets closed and shrugged casually.

"Is that really what you want to know right now?" Sans asked, smiling a little. "Wow. What a waste of a question. Hey Silvia? You wanna know how I got here so fast?" he called out to her. There was a soft reply, but it was loud enough for every monster in the hallway to hear.

"I-I...I already know, Daddy... Y-you...you teleported...!" Sans' body relaxed at the sound of her. It made him so happy to hear her beautiful voice again.

"That's right, kiddo." Sans turned back to Undyne, though he still couldn't see her. "There's your answer. And here's a statement I'd like to make. If you think you'll make it past me alive, I'm sorry to say I'll never allow that. Not if while your alive my kid has to be killed."

"Y'know Sans," Undyne growled. "I knew you were a pretty big idiot, but I didn't think you'd be stupid enough to challenge the entire Royal Guard!" Sans sighed, rolling his shoulders.

"Nope, don't think it's stupidity. It's loyalty. It's loyalty to my child as a dad to try his best to keep her alive. I've already failed when it came to keeping her safe, but I know that having my skull in the right place and not being manipulated by rage, that I will not let her down in this." His magic pulsed again. "I'm going to take her back and kill all of those who'd abused her. Undyne roared again and Sans' power immediately deflected the spear she'd hurtled at him. He wasn't going to make the mistake of letting her live, if he truly needed to, he'd pierce her body a thousand times.

He opened his left socket, his eye glowing with blue aura. He could see Silvia in the front of the crowd, the guards being decent enough to let her watch him. Dark, dried blood caked one side of her face and her blue eyes were hazy. They'd reopened the scar on her temple. He had to take another breath to keep the rage covered. They'd left her with one hit point.

Don't lose your head, he thought softly, allowing his magic to engulf his hands. Undyne summoned two spears, one for each hand, and stood tall. Her left eye was squeezed shut, crusty forest green ichor slathered over the wound. Thick, white blood-dust matter oozed from behind the lid.

Her depth perception must be shit right now, Sans realized, a smile creeping along his face. This should be easy then.

"Sans," Undyne hissed. "You've committed treason against our king, Asgore Dreemurr. You've attacked the Royal Guard, killing twenty of our finest monsters. The only suitable punishment for your crimes is death and your executor is me. I, Undyne Rathgar, will cut you down." She launched herself across the hall, her spears aiming for Sans' skull.

Sans slid to the left, a sly grin on his face. Undyne stared wide-eyes as she dashed past him and Sans summoned a blaster. Undyne rolled under the vaporizing beam. But the poor Head of the Royal Guard did not notice the bones swirling around and then flying straight at her from behind. Three bones stabbed her in the back and the fish-monster staggered to stay upright. Her dark green blood plipped to the tiles, glittering oddly in the golden light. Sans took a quick moment to check Undyne's statistics.

Undyne Rathgar HP 463/3000 Atk: 70 Def: 80 LV 25

*Determined to protect her kingdom and to serve her King Asgore.

Sans scoffed inwardly and watched quietly as Undyne ripped out the bones impaling her spine. A few guards grimaced on how viciously she'd removed the missiles.

"Ew," Silvia muttered, repulsed.

Sans knew that this fight was far from over, and he was pretty positive that if he succeeded in beating Undyne, then Asgore would have no choice but to let Silvia live.

But another part of him knew...a very quiet and completely honest part of him...knew that Silvia's death was inevitable.