Hey guys, and welcome back to another chapter of Manifesttale! I'm introducing a new character today, and I am just letting you guys know since Frisk is without a player in this story they are not a silent protagonist. I hope you enjoy!
[Sans] {41% Completion}
After Bryan, Evan, and Ink had finished adjusting the housing generator for the new blueprint, the portal room was finally reopened for use. Of course, they still couldn't move in to their new housing yet, because, well…it wasn't done yet. Sans had volunteered to go on the next mission along with the Star Sanses: Ink, Dream, Blueberry, and Frisk. Normally he would pass up an opportunity like this in an instant, being the lazybones he was, but he decided it was time to start being only 90% lazy instead of 95% lazy. Sans was walking to the portal room when Frisk tugged on his dark blue hoodie, moving his light blue power glasses.
"something up kid?" asked Sans.
"Sans, something doesn't feel right here," muttered Frisk. Sans turned back forward and gritted his teeth. The kid was right; something about this mission didn't feel right. Their mission was to track down and destroy a hostile outpost in Underfell. It should be a piece of cake, but Sans felt something pulling in his gut telling him this was a bad idea. The sweat was starting to bead on his forehead.
Sans placed his hand on the scanner in front of the huge housing bay doors and opened up the portal room bay doors. He walked up to the small control panel next to the portal and typed in a few coordinates, and the portal turned from green to red. He waved his hand in front of the portal.
"humans first, of course." Frisk jumped into the portal, followed by Ink, Dream, then Blueberry. Finally, Sans jumped through, feeling the exhilaration of timeline jumping in his bones. After what seemed like forever, he finally landed in a giant pile of snow, faceplanting into the snow poff with a giant poof.
"C'mon Sans, we need to get moving quick!" shouted Ink.
"just five more minutes," muttered Sans, his voice muffled by the snow. He felt someone grabbing his hood and dragging him along the snow.
"c'mon kid, can't you give sans a break?" He heard Frisk say no, then finally got up himself. He shook his head over the ground in order to get all the snow out of his eye sockets.
"sorry, kiddo." He grabbed Frisk, and teleported to catch up with Ink, Dream, and Blueberry.
"Nice of you to finally join the party Sans," muttered Ink. They were hiding behind an even bigger snow poff, and Sans had the urge to jump into that snow poff as well. Sans put Frisk down and joined the other three Sanses hiding behind the snow poff.
"i'm assuming that the outpost is on the other side of this snow poff?" Ink nodded, holding his paintbrush. Sans peeked over the snow poff.
"hey guys…i think this may be a issue." Ink, Dream, Blueberry, and Frisk all peeked over the snow poff.
"Oh crap," said Ink.
"Well this is…unexpected," muttered Dream.
"The Magnificent Sans knows we will find a way out of this one!" shouted Blueberry.
"I told you Sans," whispered Frisk. In front of the five laid a heavily guarded TFM base, painted in red and white stripes. The whole building was surrounded by a wire fence with a watchtower at each corner, and in each watchtower were two TFM snipers. Patrols of soldiers passed by the gates once every 30 seconds. The place was practically impenetrable.
"i'm going to call kurt and bryan," said Sans. He was about to open his tablet when Ink stopped him.
"If you do that, the TFM will probably intercept the signal and know we are here," said Ink. "We're on our own." Sans stood on top of the snow poff, looking down at the Star Sanses group. However, he didn't notice the sniper in the top right watchtower taking aim at Sans.
"Sans! Get down!" shouted Dream, a bit too late.
"what do you-" Sans was cut off by a laser to the head. He fell to the ground, blood spilling from his skull.
"Oh god," said Ink, "come on Sans stay with us." But again, it was too late. Sans was already turning to dust, regretting his decision.
"hehe," muttered Sans. His soul shattered and his body turned into dust, and Sans' vision faded to white…
Surprisingly, Sans woke up on the ground, face up. He had his old clothes on; the classic blue hoodie jacket, white t-shirt, black shorts with a white stripe, white gloves and pink fluffy slippers. His power glasses were gone, but he still felt like he was alive.
Sans got up slowly, and looked around him, and only saw white; an endless stretch of white ground and sky. It seemed to have no end. He shook his head slowly and blinked a couple times, but the white was still there.
"is this…monster heaven?" asked Sans. Nobody answered, but his voice reverbed throughout the huge expanse. Sans turned backwards, and saw an image, frozen in time, of something very familiar. Frisk, Ink, Dream, and Blueberry were gathered around a pile of dust, a monster Soul split in two, about to shatter into tiny pieces.
"No, this is not monster heaven," said a voice behind Sans. Sans turned sharply to face the figure, and almost panicked when he thought he saw himself floating in air, like a ghost.
"But yes, you are dead," said the other Sans. Sans blinked a few times.
"who are you? i mean, you are a sans, but from what timeline? what universe?" The floating Sans chuckled. He wore a white pullover hoodie over a white t-shirt, and instead of black shorts with a white stripe he had white shorts with a black stripe. He had white fingerless gloves and wore fluffy white slippers. In his right hand he held a staff made of ivory with a diamond the size of a tennis ball on top. He had a glowing eye in his right eye socket, instead of his left.
"I am Manifest Sans, an overseer of the Manifestation," said Manifest Sans. "call me Manifest for short. I'm practically a god. But I'm also technically non-physical and non-magical, so I honestly have no real effect whatsoever unless I'm in a host Sans. Then I could lend them my power in times of great need." Manifest turned upside down and looked at Sans. He flew straight through Sans, giving him a sense of vertigo.
"Super laid-back dude, that's what I am. I can also see anything and everything in the Manifestation at the exact same time, in all of the multiverses."
"what do you mean the other multiverses? are you saying that the underverse-"
"Yes there are other multiverses out there besides the Underverse, featuring different characters and games. You aren't alone." He flew up and stared at Sans.
"if you are like a god, why haven't you done something to fix this?" asked Sans.
"Well, as a god, I'm not allowed to become directly involved in any conflicts within the Manifestation unless the destruction of the Manifestation is imminent. I've only had to lend my powers once before, in a different form. I take shape of whatever character in the multiverse is currently the strongest or the most awesome. Then I become like it." He flew by Sans again and headed towards the frozen picture, his white hoodie floating as if it was in zero gravity.
"This is what is happening now," said Manifest, "your friends are going to be overrun by the TFM anytime now." Manifest took out his Soul, which was clear.
"I will fuse my soul with yours, and you will serve as my second pawn in this war to save the Manifestation. I will be inside your mind, and you can tap into my powers whenever you want. However, with great power comes a great electricity bill." Manifest held up his finger and nodded carefully.
"Whenever you tap into my power, it will drain whatever energy you have left once it wears off. Plus, it will be easy for people to recognize I'm inside of you, so you will become more of a target to your enemies. Also, you are stuck with me inside your head until you die, and at that point I can't save you again." Sans turned away slightly from Manifest.
"Come on Sans, we both know you can't afford to stop caring at this point. The fate of the world hangs in the balance." Manifest stuck his hand out to Sans.
"Come on buddy, chum, pal, kiddo, friend." Manifest offered his hand farther out. Sans was still looking away, his hand in his hoodie pocket. He looked back for a moment, and stared into Manifest's white glowing eye. Finally, he shook his hand.
"we have a deal," said Sans, "but what happens now?"
"Take out your Soul." Sans pulled out a tiny representation of his Soul, which was cracked and shaking, some of it already dusted.
"Combine them." Sans and Manifest high-fived, and an excruciating pain went through Sans. Manifest was even grimacing, even though he was technically an all-powerful god.
"As soon as the process completes," stammered Manifest, "your dust will reform and you will reawaken back in Underfell. You don't have much time to react, but you will have my power with you. So use it wisely." Sans nodded, the pain still racking his bones.
"one thing before this finishes," said Sans, "do you like puns?"
"Even though I'm a god, I never go to parties. I have no 'body' to go with." Sans and Manifest both laughed.
"good." The light from between their hands reached a blinding point, and Sans lost his vision again…
He could feel himself becoming whole again, from the pile of dust that laid on the snowy ground. He could see for a moment his Soul, the cracks disappearing before his eyes, it shining in the colors of the rainbow, acting like a glass prism placed in the sunlight. His legs, then his body, then skull reformed, his clothes coming back around his body. He was floating in the air, probably looking like someone who just got crucified, just because it felt that epic. He could see the other Sanses looking up in awe, all in handcuffs. Even the TFM soldiers were so shocked they didn't fire. When he felt the reformation was complete, he activated his left eye, flashing aqua and yellow in the middle of a large group of TFM soldiers.
"Are you ready?" asked Manifest in his head.
"as ready as I will be," replied Sans. He carefully tapped into Manifest's power and began to transform. His dark blue pullover hoodie gained small pockets of white fur placed along the cuffs and the bottom of the hoodie. The fluffy stuff around the hood also reappeared, all white. The hood changed from dark blue to light blue. His shorts morphed into back sweatpants with a white stripe down the side, and his pink slippers turned into blue and white sneakers. The fingerless gloves turned from black to white, and his power glasses turned from light to dark blue. Even the fatalistic thoughts that always ran through his head disappeared, replaced with the feeling of hope, knowing that he could do something, and it could change the world.
He felt this feeling throughout his entire body, from the top of his skull to the tips of his bony fingers. But most of all, he felt it in his right eye, where a white glowing eye flashed between all the colors at a rapid pace. He was filled with determination.
Slowly, Sans touched down onto the ground, and he flipped the hood onto his head. The two glowing eyes flickered as he looked around the now frightened TFM battalion.
"i have a bone to pick with all of you," said Sans. He lifted both of his hands behind his back, and pulled out dual bone katanas. He held them in a ready position.
"so i'm going to ask you a question," continued Sans. But then, he spoke without trying to.
"Do you wanna have a bad time?" said Manifest through Sans. Sans had a huge wicked smile on his face as the TFM soldiers charged at the skeleton. In an instant, he had teleported and sliced two of the TFM soldiers down. The others shot a bunch of red bullets at him, but he ducked onto his knees and pointed the left sword at the group. A giant Gaster Blaster appeared and fired a huge blast of light at the soldiers. It disintegrated half of them. The right sword then glowed blue and he swung it to the side, throwing a few of the soldiers. Ink, Dream, Blueberry, and Frisk were still watching in shock. He teleported near them.
"sup." He blocked a couple lasers by making an X with his swords, then he charged and sliced the gun out of the soldier's hands. He then summoned a bone attack and skewered the soldier. Sans threw his left bone katana, and it impaled a sniper that was waiting in one of the trees. He then teleported above the forest, and with all of his might, summoned a Gaster Blaster that was as big as his house on the Surface. He aimed it at the rest of the soldiers, and fired it, causing a huge mushroom cloud of ash and snow to appear where the Gaster Blaster hit the ground. When the dust cleared, only the commander was left remaining, his ion shield having blocked the blow. Sans landed on the ground with a huge boom, shaking every tree within a mile, and throwing the hood off his head. He spun the right bone katana on his index finger, both eyes intensifying by the second.
"someone still hasn't learned a lesson." He grabbed the katana with both hands, and teleported in front of the commander, swinging the bone katana as hard as he could. The commander parried the attack with a laser blade. Sans then swung the katana down to try and cut from the commanders right shoulderblade through to his hip, but the commander blocked the attack with his sword. Sans then lowered his left hand and it glowed blue and yellow. He thrust it up, and the commander flew into the air. He then caused the bone katana to dissipate, lifting his right hand in the air. The eyes changed color faster and faster as bones continued to appear, all pointed at the commander.
"game, set, and match!" Sans unleashed the massive bone attack, and the commander's screams were drowned out by Sans' maniacal laughing. By the time the commander dropped to the ground, he looked like a bone porcupine. A porcu"spine."
Sans' hoodie waved in the wind as he stood there, looking at what remained of the army. Most of the soldiers were dead, blood from bone wounds staining the clean white armor with red outlining. Ink, Dream, Blueberry, and Frisk were all impressed, but also scared as well. He turned to them, the glowing in his eyes slowly dimming. He then lifted his left hand, and pointed at the outpost. Five Gaster Blasters appeared, and they fried the entire thing to bits.
"If you ever want to see me again," said Manifest, "tell Sans." Sans then felt the power begin to fade from his bones, and he felt weak. His clothes returned back to normal, and the glowing eye in his right socket disappeared completely. The left eye flickered off, and Sans collapsed, too tired to even say a word.
Sans woke back up on his makeshift in the Shooting Star, rubbing his skull.
"Rise and shine sleepy head," ranted Manifest in his head, "you had your beauty rest. Now get up and at 'em!"
"you sound like papyrus," groaned Sans as he sat up.
"WHAT SOUNDED LIKE ME?" asked Papyrus. "I WISH TO KNOW WHO IS GREAT ENOUGH TO IMITATE MY BEAUTIFUL VOICE!" Sans rubbed his eye sockets and blinked a couple times. Papyrus was sitting at the foot of the bed.
"oh hey paps," muttered Sans. Suddenly, his right eye began to shimmer a small bit.
"So this is Classic Papyrus," said Manifest. He stuck Sans' hand out.
"Nice to meet you." Papyrus jumped up and put his hands on his face.
"AHH! SANS HAS BEEN POSSESSED BY A GHOST!" The shimmering in his eye disappeared.
"nah paps, its just my new friend." Sans got out of bed and slipped his hoodie and goggles back on.
"THE GREAT PAPYRUS HAS MADE YOU SPAGHETTI! YOU DESERVE IT!" Papyrus gave Sans a plate of spaghetti, and he put it on the nightstand.
"uh, thanks paps. and what do you mean i deserve it?"
"I HAVE HEARD ABOUT THE GREAT THINGS YOU DID IN UNDERFELL!" shouted Papyrus. His eye sockets began to sparkle.
"CAN YOU TEACH ME?"
"do you have a brother who can teach my bro this stuff?" Sans asked Manifest.
"Nope."
"welp."
"sorry, no can do." Sans rubbed his eyes again.
"how long was i out?"
"JUST A WHOLE DAY," said Papyrus, "BUT DO NOT WORRY! YOU DID NOT MISS ANYTHING." Sans stumbled out of his room, followed by Papyrus.
"boy, your powers did a number on my sleep schedule."
"I told you, your energy would be completely drained once the effects wear off."
"i'm assuming you experience similar side effects as well?"
"Yup."
"SANS WATCH OUT!" shouted Papyrus. Sans ran straight into the wall, about a foot off from the door way. He plopped onto the ground. He had gotten so distracted with his conversation with Manifest he had forgotten to walk through the doorway.
"ow, that hurt."
"YOU HAVE TO PAY ATTENTION SANS! EVEN WITH YOUR LAZINESS I DIDN'T THINK THAT WAS POSSIBLE!"
"wow, thanks paps." He rubbed the back of his skull, then clapped his hands together.
"welp, it looks like we're back to work," said Sans. He and Papyrus both walked down the hallway, and headed towards the docking bay in the second ring, where Bryan would be waiting to continue the renovation project.
Hey guys, it's Manifest, and I just wanted to say thank you for supporting Bloxanoid! He's been working hard on getting these chapters out daily, and with his busy schedule it's very difficult to do so! So I just want to say thanks on his behalf!
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-Manny (Manifest!Sans)