HUGE F***ING CHANGE! Title is now SnappedTale. I was looking around and "UnderWHAT!?" is kinda already an idea. Don't want to be confusing people and/or plagarizing. Also I think it sounds like a better name. Please let me know what you think. I am also changing the summary again (which will suck anyway). I am open to any artwork if you want if featured as the cover (don't know why you would, just thought you should know that's open). Thank you all for reading and onwards!
"Ah, judged by your expressions, you didn't expect me?" Sans asked. The two humans stared in silence. Adam recovered first.
"So, you're going to kill us? What have we done to you?" Adam asked, furious at Sans' betrayal.
"Well, I did promise to protect any humans who came through. But I'll have to make an exception. You two aren't worth it." Sans said.
"And why is that? Who'd you promise?" Adam said. He knew how intrusive he was being, but he needed some leverage, or at least some clarity.
"Toriel. But of course, she's gone, according to Flowey. You wouldn't happen to know what happened do you?" Sans said sarcastically.
"No, as a matter of fact we don't," Adam said through gritted teeth.
"Liars." The word echoed through the cave, and the wind silenced.
Sans stared at the two with a vacant expression, eye sockets blank. "Now or never."
Bones launched from the ground, surrounding the three, cutting off any entrances or exits. Blasters surrounded the two humans on both sides, charging their shots. The humans watched in disbelief.
Finally, movement ceased. The cavern was silent for a count of four, before Sans said, "This is why I never make promises…"
The blasters shot their bolts.
"Run!" Adam cried to Mary, but it was worthless. Where would they go?
"Where!?" Mary yelled, making Adam hate his comment even more.
"Look out!" Mary called again, as a blaster shot a bolt just inches from Adam's head. He instinctively dived to the ground, as bones sailed over his head.
Sans stood lazily, flicking his wrists to fling bones towards the two humans. As he did so, he couldn't help but think of Papyrus. Would he approve of what Sans was doing now? Would Sans care? Would Papyrus care?
Man, it was so much easier before…
Flashback… Start!
"SANS! HURRY!" Papyrus called as he ran into their front yard. It didn't matter that it snowed at their home all the time, Papyrus was so excited every day to look out his window.
"Papyrus, just give me a minute…" Sans said as he zipped up his jacket. It was one of the few days he was free from his day jobs. Not that he worked very much anyway.
"THERE'S NO TIME, YOU LAZYBONES! WE HAVE TO HURRY BEFORE IT ALL MELTS!" Papyrus screeched back. Sans didn't have the heart (both literally and figuratively) to tell Papyrus that it was too early to be screaming so loudly. Not that the neighbors minded. They were to caring of Papyrus to tell him off, and he was a free alarm clock. Sans also didn't need to mention that the snow wouldn't melt, it was far too cold. But Papyrus always felt that any moment not training for the Royal Guard, playing in the snow, making puzzles, or cooking spaghetti was a waste of time.
"Alright, I'm coming…" Sans said as he walked outside, closing the door behind him.
"ALRIGHT! LET'S GET THE SLED, SANS!" Papyrus said as he dashed to their shed. Unfortunately, the door was locked from the inside. Papyrus pouted.
However, Sans had teleported into the shed and opened the door from the inside. Papyrus was astounded. "SANS! HOW DID YOU DO THAT?"
Sans answered with a simple, "Magic."
"THAT'S WHAT YOU ALWAYS SAY!" Papyrus said, but didn't inquire any further.
"Ready to ride the Bone Wagon?" Sans asked. While he tried to hide it, he was actually ecstatic to be hanging out with his bro.
"OF COURSE! BUT THIS TIME, I, THE GREAT PAPYRUS, GET TO DRIVE!" Papyrus exclaimed.
Honestly, Sans couldn't care less about driving. Not that they took turns; Papyrus always drove.
"Hey, Papyrus? Can I ask you something?" Sans asked suddenly. It's not often he had to talk about serious things with Papyrus, especially with him being as naïve and innocent as he is.
"CERTAINLY, BROTHER! WHATEVER DO YOU NEED?" Papyrus asked.
"Let's say that a human fell down here. Someone who was nice and polite. Who didn't kill monsters, who didn't hate us, who's only request is to go home. Would you capture them, and send them to Asgore?" Sans asked.
Papyrus thought for a minute, before saying, "THE HUMANS DON'T GET HURT, RIGHT? WHEN WE TAKE THEIR SOULS?"
"No, not necessarily, but it isn't exactly the best thing for them either." Sans replied.
More thinking, before Papyrus replied, "I SUPPOSE NOT. AS LONG AS THEY ARE NICE, AND WANT TO HELP MONSTERS, THERE MUST BE ANOTHER WAY."
"One more thing. What if they weren't so nice? What if you had to face them alone? What if…. You had…. To….." Sans trailed off, unable to finish the word. Papyrus killing someone intentionally was about as unlikely as him becoming a stand-up comedian, telling puns.
"WELL, EVERYONE HAS SOME GOOD INSIDE THEM! I'M SURE THEY'LL BE ABLE TO TURN AROUND, THEY JUST NEED A PROPER FRIEND! AND I'LL BE THAT FRIEND! DON'T YOU WORRY, SANS! I HAVE THIS UNDER CONTROL!" Papyrus said as he ran up the hill to slide down.
"Yeah, don't worry…" Sans muttered to himself, marveling for the day when he may not need to care so much for his brother, but also fearing the day when Papyrus may no longer need him, maybe not even want him…
Flashback… Stop?
"Behind you!" Adam called as a blaster appeared directly behind Mary, preparing its deadly bolt. Mary turned and back flipped out of the way, letting the laser shoot directly below her, instead shooting and destroying one of the other blasters.
"That's it. We can't destroy them, so we'll have to…"
"- have them shoot themselves!" Mary finished for him.
The two stared as each other, before laughing. They really were ridiculous.
Adam jumped near a blaster, attracting its attention. The blaster turned towards him, charging its shot. As it fired, Adam side-stepped, letting it pass by and shoot one of its comrades. Sans didn't seem to notice, he was still deep in thought, absentmindedly flinging bones, blasters, and even some Tems at the two.
Some bones hurtled towards the two. They both managed to dodge them, having the bones collide with some blasters. Unfortunately, more blasters were appearing for every one that went down. The blasters melted as they were struck by magical attacks, but from the dust they created, more rose.
"Hey bonehead!" Adam yelled at Sans. Sure, it sounded ridiculous, but it brought him out of his daze. Sans turned toward him with dead eyes.
"Yeah?" Sans said in the most casual way possible. It almost as if they were just hanging out on a Friday night and not killing each other.
"Why are you doing this? You said we killed Toriel, and we said we didn't. I thought we were friends!" Adam called.
"Flower-boy tells me otherwise. Who else could have done it? Chara didn't. Frisk didn't. Any other suggestions?" Sans spits out.
"Flower-boy' himself?" Adam countered. Sans considered that for a moment, but that wouldn't make any sense. Flowey was far more trustworthy than these two humans. Man, Sans can't believe he just thought that.
"So, I'm just supposed to take your word for it?" Sans yelled. Honestly, he knew he didn't have much basis either. It could have very well been Flowey, but his anger was building, and he didn't care for any proof. (AN: In case you haven't noticed, I just wrote myself into a wall. I know, it's a shitty way of getting out of it, but hang in there with me. I'm not a college professor or professional author.)
Adam didn't have time to respond, for a blaster bolt shot by, missing Adam by inches. The blast forced him to the ground, and he was further forced to roll away from other blaster bolts. Mary, on the other hand, had somehow caught one of the bones, and was now proceeding to whack the blasters. It seemed pretty effective, but she was still being surrounded.
Adam rushed over, distracting the blasters. They shot at him, but he jumped out of the way and instead they shot towards their owner. Sans, however, was quick on his feet (well, not really) and teleported away. But as soon as he did, his smile dipped.
That was the last doorway, the last teleport. Sans was stranded now, with nowhere to go.
"What's the matter, Sansy? What's with the long face?" Adam teased. His anger was reaching high levels as well, and two hotheaded people who dislike each other rarely goes well.
Sans decided to respond by shooting a bone directly at Adam's head. Adam barely moved out of the way before it impaled itself in the ground.
Adam went about, flirting with death as he teased Sans' aim. Sans didn't seem to mind, although that didn't mean he wasn't bent on killing him.
Sans' mind began to wander again, this time to a few hours ago, his first time in the RUINS, and probably his last…
Flashback… Start!
Sans loved the RUINS. Despite its seemingly boring design and puzzles every room he went into, he couldn't get the smile off his face when he went there. Usually, that is. Now was not the time for smiles. It was cold, and dark in the RUINS now. No happy music. No Froggits or Whimsums. It was quiet. Too quiet.
Sans stopped by the golden flowers, and watered them. He loved seeing the flowers grow, though remembering that his old enemy was one of them made him want to step all over them. A small tree grew from the center, and was beginning to grow some red leaves. Dust rained from above, and Sans immediately knew whose dust it was. He assumed it must have been Toriel's. Sans had reason to believe Chara was back to life, for some reason. Maybe Flowey brought her dust back. Maybe he saw the murderer, and was too afraid to tell.
Either way, Sans knew what he had to do. Eliminate the threat. Keep monsters safe. This one goal was probably the only reason he had lasted this long.
But here he was, staring at a bunch of flowers, underneath the gentle shade of a newborn tree. Goodness, didn't he have anything better to do?
Flashback… Stop?
"Sans! Stop!" A voice cried from somewhere about thirty feet away. Flowey was there, tears down his face. "It wasn't them!" he yelled.
Sans, shocked for a moment, sent a bone hurtling straight towards Mary, who was busy fighting some blasters and didn't notice until it was upon her. It hit with a dull thud to her head, and she fell, limp as a ragdoll.
Adam forgot what happened after that. Apparently, his eyes had glowed with literal fire, a fierce expression across his face that made even Sans look surprised. He tried to back away, but he was to the ledge. Another step meant death.
"How dare you!" Adam yelled, and a storm of flaming rocks swirled around him, and hurtled themselves at Sans. Had the attacks been correctly made and be harmful, Sans would have died instantly. A tiny fraction of his 1HP did disappear, and he knew once Adam figured out what how to use his powers, Sans wouldn't be able to stop him.
"Please, Sans! It was her, Toriel herself! She attempted suicide when I died, and was stuck in between life and death! Please, don't hurt them!" Flowey said, and another voice joined his.
"Sans, please don't! It wasn't them, they don't deserve this!" Chara said, and one more stepped into the light.
Instead of speaking, Frisk merely nodded to Sans. His eyes widened, then he sighed and shrugged.
"Listen, Adam. I'm so sorry, I thought you had done it and-" Sans started, but was hit with a rock in the skull, causing a crack. Adam wasn't so ready for an apology.
"You think you can just fucking say sorry and it's all over!? After everything you did to us!? Think again, old man. You're dead!" Adam cried, and ran towards Sans, apparently intending to force him into the abyss.
Sans had several options here. He could step out of the way at the last second. Adam apparently didn't notice the chasm, and if his velocity kept up this way, he would go hurtling off the cliff.
Sans could let him be tackled, and the two of them would fall and die.
Or Sans could stop him now, and continue the confrontation. Because the way Sans saw it, only one person was going to leave this fight alive.
Sans went for the third option, and forced a wall of bones to separate the two. Adam desperately grabbed in between the bones, attempting to reach Sans who was only two inches from his reach.
"Come here! You could have killed her!" Adam screamed.
"I didn't mean to! I swear!" Sans said in reply.
Silence, and Adam's fire-lit eyes cooled to their normal color. "Okay." He said shortly. Sans was suspicious immediately, but glad it was finally over. He lowered the wall, and opened his arms for a hug. Adam walked into his arms enthusiastically. Sans felt great.
BANG!
A loud noise filled the cavern, reflecting off the walls. A gunshot. Sans fell to his knees, clawing at his wound. Even though he was full of bones, his cranium had been shot straight through from his chest. Even he, a skeleton, couldn't survive that. It was only a matter of seconds before it was all over.
"Go to hell. I'll meet you there soon," Adam said.
The kick was so sudden, nearly the entire party missed it. Adam's foot jutted out, catching Sans in the chest. Sans flew backwards, and for a moment, he was suspended in mid-air, as motionless as Mary, hovering for seemingly forever. The three other witnesses screamed in terror. But it was too late, as Sans, the skeletal sensation, flew over the edge, down into the chasm, and out of sight for good.
"hey... puzzles might be fun. if you tried them." - Sans
~austinedgar
