The next upload will be on Sunday. However, no review for faster chapter this week. The ARK finale will be next Wednesday's upload, or maybe the one after that. It depends on how I want the size of the chapter to be. Sorry for the wait!
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Chapter 14: A Promise to a Friend
He sat in the darkness of the warehouse, the metallic fans spinning overhead. The moonlight gave the room an eerie blue glow, almost making the empty room feel cold. Cold… it was more a feeling to him than a temperature after his time in the void. Everything had gone numb in there, everything had lost meaning in there. It was a miracle he didn't classify himself as insane.
The more he looked at it, the more Gaster couldn't fathom why anyone would build a structure such as this warehouse, and then abandon it. What was the point of construction if it were bound to no purpose? Why bother still powering the facility if it had no further use? Even more, why power a building meant for storage in the first place?
A headache flashed through his mind as he began to overthink things. A curse of being broken was the pain that followed even into the depths of your self conscious. Thinking back to the warehouse, it's not like one can understand human nature anyways, their rash and violent nature is one that will scorn a mind until they die and corrupt even the most innocent of thoughts.
Shaking his thoughts away into the back of his mind, he watched the door on the opposite side of the room open as the figure he desired enter the room. The target wore a black t-shirt and dark jeans, a strange facade for someone trying to keep a low profile and hide the scars of black that marred his arms and legs. No one could know the damage the void did, they might find us weak.
"Void Gaster, you actually showed up?" the target said as he approached, his combat boots making scuff marks on the dust clad floor, "Glad to see the man still has some respect for his alter-egos."
'Void' Gaster turned to look at his target: the man speaking. "You're not an alter ego, you're a fragment. You of all people should know wordplay is… critical. What do you want?' Void Gaster asked his 'fragment'. Hopefully this wouldn't take too long, he had plans tonight that couldn't be interrupted by anyone else; even himself.
"We have a plan to get Sans to accept his Personal Reality. Something that might send him past LV One finally and into a state worthy of vengeance." the fragment explained, 'We want the help of The Man: you.'
Void Gaster's face had no skin left on it, but had there been there an observer they could have sworn that it smiled. Or at least smirked, "Answer me this, are you Bravery or Perseverance? Because you must either be brave or stubborn if you're willing to interrupt my plan I've set into motion. Do you not think I'm aware of the murders you and your little crew have been pulling?"
Fragment was taken aback, how could Void Gaster have known about their missions in the night? They had checked for any witnesses… there's no way someone could have snitched….
"Your silence tells me what I need to know. Cease the serial killings on Level Upper users, you may continue whatever course of action you wish if my plan fails. Until then however, I do not wish to see the likes of you or any of the other five fragments in Academy City again." Void Gaster commanded, his fragment nodding obediently without as much muttering a word of defiance.
The fragment then turned around and made his way towards the doorway to which he entered in, turning to look back only when he opened the door to the outside, "This world is full of stronger humans than you think Void Gaster. We both know that. We will be in the South when you need us." The fragment said as he walked outside, and out of view. The door shut with a satisfying 'thud' as he left.
With him gone, Void Gaster let out the breath he had been subconsciously holding. It seemed his fragments held some sort of respect towards him. He had no idea why this was, but the fact he didn't have to fight would save him the time needed for recovery. Overall, it couldn't have gone smoother if he had to say so himself.
"I must say Gaster, you're quite impressive on dealing with your duplicates. It almost makes me wonder if you've done this before." a voice called from behind him, feminine in tone yet not mysterious in the slightest. He had been expecting this particular human, and she was a few minutes early.
"Says the woman who got her fortune from a father who scammed his money and fame from the darkest shadows in Academy City." Gaster turned to her, his yellow beady eyes staring towards his only human accomplice. The only reason he kept her alive was because even mad scientists needed someone to rely on now and then.
The lady stepped forwards, her high heels clacking on the floor as she neared closer, "Ahahaha. No need to be so hostile Doctor." she told him, pulling out an empty syringe from behind her back, "I've already given the girls their treatment for tonight. Even though it was the smaller ones first time she seemed to accept it without a problem."
Gaster watched in disgust as the woman attempt to seduce him, placing her hand on his chest and flaunting a smile up towards his head…. Which is easier said than done for a man who stood nearly seven feet tall. "You take me for a sex driven ape, and that's why your endeavour is failing." The ghostly skeleton told his assailant, looking down at her wrist with a hidden rage, "I would remove it before I remove it from your body."
She pulled her arm away in distaste, "You're no fun Gaster. It's okay though, I forgive you. I need to go meet with Harumi anyways, at least she plays nice."
The fragmented man watched as the girl detached herself from his frame, then turned and walk from whatever exit she entered from. The syringe on the floor where she stood previously, a slight yellow tint to it from the previous contents. It would no longer serve it's purpose, a perfect parallel to how he felt about this particular human.
She took a moment to gain her composure before she left the door. Couldn't go out in public tricking people if she played the innocent card all the time now could she?
"I never claimed to play nice, Ms. Austin."
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"What do you think Kuroko?" a voice interrogated the teleporter, snapping her out of the daydreams of what she would do to her beloved sissy.
"Huh? Me?" Kuroko asked, wide eyed and worried that she had missed something. She was never one to fall asleep in class, but with all the extra work she had been putting in with the Level Upper case and now the murder cases… sleep wasn't top priority. Luckily, it was her friends she talked to in class gathered around her instead of the teacher.
"Rukii wanted your opinion on if she should ask Ariel out or not!" Lokrine informed Shirai, "Should she?"
Kuroko sat up in her desk fully, looking at the trio in front of her: Potampi, Lokrine, and Rukii, "Hmm.. Sans is more of a lone wolf type. I don't know if he's even into women, let alone if he's into you." she answered with a sigh, staring out the window of the classroom at the skyline that shimmered in the sunlight.
This time Potampi was the one to speak up, "What?! We see him talking with Railgun all the time! They're both Level Five's too, they're a match made in heaven!" she exclaimed, causing her two dark haired friends to nod in agreement.
Normally Shirai would have blushed madly at the thought that her 'innocent railgun' could have been corrupted by the likes of a man, yet here she was shrugging it off. There was absolutely no way that Sans had the hots for Misaka, their meeting at The West End proved that much. After all, if he did like Misaka he would have already tried to make a move, right?
"There's a rumor going around that they're already dating, but don't tell anyone!" Rukii brought up to further the idea that Misaka and Sans could possibly be a thing. Kuroko began to twitch a little bit at the thought. There was no way that Misaka wouldn't tell her about that right? No, no that couldn't happen! Misaka has a grudge against Sans, so why on earth would she date him!
Calm and collected again, Kuroko found herself slumping back into her seat with heavy eyelids. The classroom really did have a knack for making someone sleepy. She could really use a few more Z's…
"I bet they go out at night! That would explain why people see him out in the alleyways past curfew…" Lokrine theorized, wondering how Misaka could have possibly managed to get past the Dorm Supervisor. Perhaps she had managed to pay her off?
However for Kuroko, this was new news. How long had Sans been going out at night? "Wait, Sans goes out at night?" Kuroko asked with a light urgency in her voice, bringing a slightly tense feel to the air around the quad. The standing trio glanced at each other as if trying to decide if they should tell her, and then in an unanimous decision Rukii spoke up.
"Yeah… we saw him walk out of an alleyway near the cafe when we went to a friends dorm for the night. They say he goes out that way every Friday night, yet no one ever knows where he goes." Rukii explained, giving way for one of her friends to speak up as well and add to the new development.
"Oh and he was also out last night!" Potampi added, "I was out after curfew when I lost track of time, and then I saw him making his way down to the river." she informed Shirai, causing the gears to start turning in the teleporter's head.
If Sans was seen last night, there was a possibility he could be responsible for the death of Regia Coldwell. She had been a nurse down at the Academy City Clinic after her father was diagnosed with cancer, and her death was a shock to everyone who knew her. The only hint to who caused the murder of Regia Coldwell, Yukoi Neverwinted, and seven members of Skill Out was the scorched hole that went straight through all of their heads. It was almost like a laser...
And who was not only out and about that night, but also holds the ability to project lasers?
Without sounding a word to her friends, Shirai flipped out her phone and sent a text to her dearest sissy. She had to make sure that Sans was the killer before she called Antiskill, and to do that a certain scientific railgun would be needed….
The text read as follows:
"I have a lead on those murders. I need you to meet outside the cafe at nine."
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"Just another cat." Misaka told her perverted friend as she ducked back inside the metal trash bin the two had been cramped inside for over two hours now. Apparently Sans came from the alleyway every Friday night, but Shirai didn't bother to ask at what time like an idiot. However, one might say that Kuroko could care less about how long they waited. After all her body was so close to her beloved Sissy, but being in a metal trashcan she dared not make a move.
Electricity was a great deterrent.
"You ever gonna explain to me why you think Sans is the murderer?" Misaka questioned, moving around trying to get comfortable in her half of the cramped space.
"The murderer uses an ability or weapon that can put a hole in a head big enough to put an arm through. That plus the fact the wound was cauterized immediately leads me to believe that it is in fact the same laser that Sans used back in the mall. No one else has an ability like that except a Level 5 known as 'The Meltdowner'" Shirai explained her thoughts, "Oh, and they've decided to call his laser the Hyperbeam. Just a little fun fact."
…
Silence filled the trash can again, and the two waited in that silence for Sans arrival. Little did they know it would be a whopping hour later before they came across their desired target. And when he came, it wasn't obvious to how he got there. He just kinda… appeared. In a dead end alleyway. Neither of them were sure how he got there.
Peaking out of the trashcan, not saying a word to make sure their hiding spot wasn't compromised, Misaka spotted the pale teen walking out of the alleyway with his hands shoved deep into his pockets. He didn't seem to notice the head peaking out of the trashcan, but he also didn't even bother looking that way. Probably lost deep in thought.
Misaka looked down at Kuroko and nodded, pointing up at a rooftop a few meters away. Kuroko nodded back in response and grabbed her sissy's ankle, taking a guess on which rooftop would be the best to land on.
Without a sound the two found themselves no longer confined by the metal bin. They could finally move around and stretch, but decided not to since they had to watch Sans carefully. Speaking of him, it seemed as if he had no clue he was being tailed still and took a sharp turn downtown and towards the bridge which wasn't but two block away. Looks like they might catch a glimpse of why he was here the other day.
Misaka's attention on the boy was taken away as she felt something nudge her shoulder. It was Kuroko, and when she looked over the teleporter was pointing to fire escape that they could go to across the way to get a closer look. Misaka nodded in response, still being as silent as possible to ensure they wouldn't get caught.
The two teleported again, landing precisely onto the fire escape without making a noise. Sans was still just walking down the street to his destination: the river. So the girls in class had been right both times…As long as they weren't correct on Misaka and Sans being an item, everything would be fine.
Moments passed as the girls stalked him before Sans ran out of road to walk on and was forced onto the grass. Judging by Shirai's sudden grip on Misaka's wrist one could guess that he was about to leave sight, so they teleported down to the bridge support itself and waited nearby.
Looking around at their new surroundings, the girls were hidden in tall grass by the base columns of the bridge support. Across the way was the base of the bridge where a wall of concrete stood, and surprisingly enough a metal door too.
How had they missed that before? It wasn't exactly their first time coming down to the river, maybe they had just overlooked it? Yeah, that was it. They had just managed to overlook it.
Sans appeared from the hillside, almost looking as if he was sleep walking, and walked up to the door. He looked at it for a moment, as if internally debating if it was worth opening. Four rhythmic taps on the door later though, and it swung open on command. Guess this place was where he went every Friday. At least that mystery was solved.
"I think this place is too easy to be spotted in. Should we wait it out here or go check out his house while he's gone? Shirai asked, already debating if it was worth lying in the grass all night if he wasn't going to do anything to prove his guilt.
Misaka rubbed her chin for a moment before replying, "Hm… Let's take a trip to Sans house."
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"Geeze, does he have enough lights in here?" one of the two girls joked sarcastically as they stumbled around Sans room looking for a light, "There's gotta be a light switch around here somewhere…oh I think I found something. It's kinda squishy though…"
"e-eh-h-hh?" An arc of electricity could be seen for just a moment, yet not enough to illuminate anything past Misaka's flustered face as realization dawned, "EH?! YOU PERVERT!" the electromaster yelled as she zapped her perverted friend to the ground, the raw voltage being high enough to turn on the lights in the room.
The bright fluorescent light shone down on them from above, illuminating the living room they had teleported into. Misaka blinked a few times, only to look down and see her roommate down on the ground, toasted. What she gets for being a sick little perv anyways.
Now, what was she looking for again? Oh yeah, anything to incriminate Sans and prove he was the one behind the murders.
Misaka began looking around the room. Under the couch, in the fireplace, behind the tv, under the bed, anywhere she could think to look. Shirai did the same once she finally got off of the floor, yet even with both of them working together to search the premises… they couldn't find any sings of his guilt. Not a letter, not a picture, not even any evidence that Sans himself lived here. What gives?
"Have you checked the sink?" Kuroko asked as she replaced the welcome mat back in front of the entrance door, wondering if she should just start a stack for things she already looked at. Misaka only shook her head as she leaned back up from her position on the floor to check for loose flooring.
"Mhhm. What about the ash jar up there?" she questioned, pointing to the vase that sat in the corner. Shirai shook her head and walked over to it, grabbing the handles on the vase that was almost as tall as her, attempting to walk it over to the living room so she could see it under the light.
She heaved it up off the floor, panting as she did. "Man, this is... heavier…. t-than you think.." she stumbled out as she clumsily made her way to the center of the room, being careful to avoid upturned couch seats and overturned tables. Finally though, she landed it down and took off the lid.
Misaka got up and walked over to it, looking down inside of it to see just what she had expected from an ash jar… ashes. From who though, she had no idea, "Well… uh, you first?" Misaka offered, hoping she wouldn't have to stick her hands in someone's cremated ashes. In fact maybe it would be a better idea just to leave it be and not worry about it….
"Anything for Onee-sama!" Shirai cried out as if it were her battle cry, getting on her tiptoes so she could get to the bottom of the vase. The sight of her digging around it was quite funny after you got past the idea she was doing something incredibly morbid… and most likely illegal. Well, no harm if he never finds out right? "Feel anything?"
She shook her head, tongue stuck out of her mouth in focus, "Nothing besides o-ooohph!" Kuroko attempted to say before the ash jar fell over, sending ashes all over the floor, pillow cases, and other misc items that had been strewn about. Looking at the disaster that had been caused Shirai was only able to look to her sissy for forgiveness, "Oops…."
"Shoot!" Misaka called, grabbing the nearest disposable cloth to her so she could begin scrubbing before any kind of stain could set in. Not that it was her forte or anything, "Go get soap and baking soda! We can't let this stuff set in!" Misaka demanded as she attempted rubbing the ashes out of the rug with the red scarf she had found. Her efforts were proving to be unsuccessful, as the red scarf was just turning shades of grey instead. Not to mention the holes that were forming…
"Don't use that, use this!" Kuroko told her, snatching the red scarf away and giving her a sponge that worked much better. Kuroko then took the scarf over to the sink and began to hand wash it, hoping to get the ashes out of it. "Tip the jar back up whenever you're done with that."
Misaka continued scrubbing the cushions, working through them with astounding speed. It wasn't long before it looked as if nothing had happened… to the couches at least. The rug however would need to be vacuumed and re-emptied into the vase. This was one of those things that wouldn't be spoken of… ever.
"Kuroko! Come help me flip this couch back over!" Misaka called out after she replaced the heavy ash vase back into the corner. Kuroko walked over to her, scarf still in hand… and it definitely looked worse for wear.
"Stupid thing won't come out! I've already ripped this thing a few times now on accident, it's too fragile so if I rub it too hard I might rip it in half." she told Misaka, showing the grey and red scarf that was now riddled with holes and tears.
Misaka stood on one side of the couch while Kuroko threw the scarf over her shoulder before getting in position on the opposite side, "You don't think he would notice a missing scarf, right?" she asked as they sat the couch upright. It was just a scarf afterall, it's not like a replacement would be hard to find…
"Probably not. There was a vacuum in the closet right?" she asked as she made her way to the closet, Shirai making her way back to the kitchen to lay the heavily damaged scarf there. No point in wasting time on a lost cause right? "Nevermind, I found it."
Before Misaka could plug the vacuum in however, Shirai snapped her head over to the door as she heard footsteps coming down the hall, "He's here! Go go! Hide!" she called in a whispered yell, Misaka throwing the vacuum back into the closet and bolting over to Shirai who was currently sliding under the bed.
The footsteps became louder as Misaka dropped to her knees, then stomach to crawl under the bed. Her heart was racing, they should have known they overstayed their welcome here. But just as it seemed they might get caught, the footsteps could be heard continuing down the hallway. It looked like they were saved by the bell.
"Whew!" Shirai whispered to her senpa- I mean sissy, "That was a close call, what if it had actually been him? We didn't get to fi-"
Then the door opened up, and the girls fell silent. Apparently Sans was indeed home, and just in time to see the gifts that had been left for him.
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Sans opened the door half expecting to see people in his room when he walked in. That was the only explanation for why he couldn't shortcut his way inside. Someone had to have turned the lights on and gotten rid of the shadow he always used.
However, when he walked inside nothing seemed amiss. Nothing looked different spare the single light that was on in the living room of his two room apartment. Whoever came didn't bother stealing any of the furniture or the TV, and who would anyways this place was basically a hotel. So that meant one thing…
Sans put on a fast walk as he made his way towards one of his most prised possessions. No, they couldn't have taken that.. Could they? Who would want that of all things, unless they were just wanting to break his spirit. He had to make sure it was still okay.
He walked up to the windowsill and pulled up the small outlier that was there for internal decor. He peaked inside of the small hole and saw that it was indeed still there. "Whew, heh heh heh. Thought someone had gone off and stolen my Cooking with Puns cookbook. One day I'll take the time to finish you… one day." he told himself, putting back the windowsill outlier.
Now, with that settled there wasn't anything of value in here that he was aware of. So whoever came must have been mighty disappointed when they fou-
No.
That couldn't be what he thought it was.
No.
No.
Sans made his way up to the sink, looking at the tattered and torn scarf he had made such an effort to keep in mint condition. Yet here it was.. Ruined. He was struggling to hold back the tears in his eyes.
"W-wh-wha… wwh-hy… why…." Sans spoke ever so softly as she held the bundle of fabric in his hands. "...why… why this of all things…" he said slightly louder, stroking the once fine fabric, letting the damp cloth rub against the tips of his fingers.
"..."
Tears began to stream down his face. Tears not about his own mortality, or his inescapable fate. Tears of sadness that his last reminder of his only brother was now destroyed. And he didn't just cry, he sobbed. Tears ran down his face and all he could do was clench his fist a little tighter and try to pull the cloth a little closer.
".i swear papyrus…. i'll get revenge on whoever did this… i will wIPe tHEm oFF ThE fACE oF tHE pLAnEt." Sans swore as the tears rolled off of his face and onto the tattered scarf. "theY'Ll nEvER kNOW hAPPIneSs aGaIn.. as long as i live. i promise you this, papyrus…. i swear."
Sans was oblivious to the girls who hid under his bed, who watched the entire breakdown before teleporting outside as they should have done in the first place. Lucky for them though, they didn't see how dark his eyes were, or realize just how cold the room was. Worst of all, they didn't see the blue flame in his left eye that had flickered to life ever so subtly.
And Sans was right, the ones responsible for this would pay.
They would pay dearly.
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"SANS!" Papyrus called out in shock as he saw his brother dressed up in his blue hoodie and blue jeans. Sans shrugged his shoulder at his brother, looking back at his brothers white T-shirt and red shorts. He even had matching red shoes.
"hey bro. you look nice, almost like you're planning to surface the new you." Sans joked, laying the pun on his brother about the fact they were going to finally get to leave the lab and go up to visit the Underground for the first time.
"I KNOW RIGHT?! I WISH I COULD SAY THE SAME FOR YOU THOUGH… YOU LOOK LIKE YOU COULD USE SOMETHING A BIT DIFFERENT!" Papyrus informed him, turning around to dig through the pile of clothing Gaster had brought them, "NYEHEHE! TRY THESE ON FOR SIZE, BROTHER!"
Sans caught the pants in their flight as Papyrus tossed them over. They were shorts, black with a white stripe on them. He didn't have the heart to remind him Gaster said it would be cold where they were going.
Removing the jeans, Sans put on the shorts with the white line on either side. Looking down at himself, he knew it honestly couldn't look that bad. Maybe his brother had some style sense after all? "hey, try this." Sans called out, throwing a red pair of pants with a white stripe on the legs that matched his own at Papyrus.
"SANS. YOU'VE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME." Papyrus chided him, looking down at the shorts Sans had chosen for him to wear. "THE PANTS I HAVE CHOSEN ARE OF THE UTMOST IMPORTANCE! IT CANNOT BE UNDERSTOOD BY SOMEONE OF YOUR FASHION STATURE, BUT I FORGIVE YOU SANS!"
"thanks pal." Sans replied in an attempt to make his brother feel better about himself. No need to fight it right? That's what they did for each other down here, they gave each other support even when it didn't matter. That's how they survived in this hellhole.
"HERE! THIS WILL COMPLETE MY ATTIRE!" Papyrus called over to Sans, showing him his final accessory: A simple red scarf. "NYHEHEHEHE!"
"I highly advise against such a choice, S-2." Gaster warned Papyrus as he walked in the room to observe what his two subjects were doing. "That material frays easily, and despite my warnings of the cold you chose that attire. That scarf may be the only thing that keeps your bones from chattering in the night. Pick again."
Papyrus pulled the scarf closer to his neck in defense, oh boy he had already become attached to it, "NO! I WILL NOT GIVE IT UP SO EASILY! ME AND SANS WILL KEEP IT PROTECTED, ISN'T THAT RIGHT SANS?" Papyrus fought back, looking at Sans for confirmation. Sans nodded in reassurance.
"i'll make sure he takes good care of it. just let him keep it." Sans told the scientist, attempting to persuade him. To his surprise, he didn't bother to retaliate with any kind of science mumbo-jumbo. He instead just left the room.
"I'll see to it that you do, S-1. We will see if you two are responsible enough to have fragile things soon enough."
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"UNDYNE! HELP!" Papyrus yelled as a pod of kids ran behind him, attempting to pull at the trail that was his beloved, trademarked red scarf. Their grabby little hands looked as if they wanted to see what it would feel like. "UNDYNE!"
"huh?" Sans spoke aloud as he awoke from his sleep at the guard post. Had he heard so-
"SANS FOR THE LOVE OF ALL THINGS SACRED HELP! THESE LITTLE TYRANTS ARE TRYING TO STEAL MY SCARF!" Papyrus yelled as he sprinted towards Sans, his 'battle body' not seeming to get in the way of his stride.
Sans smiled at the sight, then found his head back on the counter. Just a few more minutes….
"SANS YOU LAZY BONES! GET UP AND HELP THE GREAT PAPYRUS!" Papyrus called again, causing Sans to lift his head up. Guess he had to go take care of this if he ever wanted to hit that bliss of a peaceful sleep, something he was working on mastering.
He walked over to the tailing children, his approach catching the attention of a lot of the children causing them to stop running. Others seemed to follow suit and gathered around Sans, "Hi Sans!" "Arew you on duddy? Hahahahaha!" "Have you gotten any stronger Sans?" "Tell us a joke!"
All of the children began to ask more and more questions, but all fell silent as Sans cleared his throat, "what's green and has wheels?" he asked, a chorus of answers surfacing from 'a green bike' to 'a recycling bin'. Sans held up his hand and all the kids fell silent again so they could hear the answer.
"flowers, I lied about the wheels." he said with a wink, the joke being stupid enough to make the kids burst out into a fit of laughter while others stood at him with a look of strange anger. He cleared his throat again before he spoke.
"what do you call it when Undyne eats?" he asked, the kids thinking about the question for an obvious answer, but no one owning up to one fast enough.
"Undineing." Sans joked, winking again but this time at the camera, hoping to make Alphys laugh if she was watching the monitor right now. At least if he couldn't be happy with all of the truths he had discovered after Gaster's… disappearance, someone else could.
At least in these days, Sans could be happy too.
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So Sans now has a reason and the motive to pick a fight with someone, and it also seems like good ol` Gaster is meddling with something as well. At least we know that the other Gasters not affiliated with Void Gaster will stay out of trouble for now.
Oh, and I had a few reviews saying the last chapter was pretty dark. Sorry about that, I wanted to try my hand at creating a darker chapter since I'm re-watching S again… and to be honest that show is pretty dark if you read between the lines. Just got t- Nevermind spoilers for someone if they haven't seen it so I'll hush about it.
Apologies for the late upload. Had a choice to do something IRL or finish this chapter up and post it. You can see which one I chose, as the IRL option was actually pretty important, so my condolences for all of you guys and gals reading. I'm trying to keep a regular upload schedule up for you peeps.
No review reward for this week. The one from last time will be carried over to next wednesday, we're nearing the end of the ARK and I don't want to rush the end of this.
Little debate for you guys and gals, should I skip the poltergeist ARK and go right into Sisters? Or no? I had a plan to use it, but the more I think about it I kinda feel like it might seem more like a filler than a good ARK. Though you guys might feel cheated by that, so I'll leave it up to you guys to decide in a review or PM.
Thank you all for reading! The next chapter will be out on time Sunday. And to the reviewer who asked what Gaster is in comparison to Accelerator… well, first ask this: What is CHARA in comparison to Accelerator? :)
Your questions about Sans powers have been heard. You will see more about that in these next few chapters.
Have a nice day!
Also, I wanted to ask... I can't handle the Hotlands music. I don't know why, that music just gives me the heebie jeebies. I listen to music when I write, so I actually had to switch the song because the Hotlands song makes me so uncomfortable. Anyone feel that way or just me? Anywho, if anyone has some good music you think I should check out it might be nice to change music. Getting tired of I Feel it Coming and Starboy (I switched it up from the normal UT music remixes, and that was in my recommended feed.)
Catalog of Discovered Abilities: *Updated*
*Magic Meltdown (Passive): An effect of having massive magical pools without any way of venting it. Effects can vary from sickness to magical flames erupting from limbs or body parts. Can also be caused by Intense Rage or extreme magic use when paired with the Shadow Eye ability. Also known as a sign of weakness.
Gaster Blaster (Ability): Summons a skull imbued with magical ability. The jaws can be seen popping apart as they prepare to discharge the magic within. Powerful enough to cut through even the thickest of steels. Point of origin unknown. Further research required.
Judgement (Passive): The ability to read a person's LOVE and EXP.
Judgement Eye (Ability): By focusing on a person's mind the user can see shards of a person's past. Not enough to know their past, but useful when needing small bits of information or threatening. You can tell when this skill is used when the user's speech seems to… lower. That's typically the case.
Shadow Eye (Ability): They say the eyes are the window to the SOUL. The user knows differently, as they can make theirs disappear on command. No side effects or physical effects, good for threatening. DeveLopeD bY ERRoR/?
Shortcut (Ability): Sans is able to teleport up to 500 Miles away if the known X and Y coordinates are present. However, without a picture of the location he cannot choose the altitude of his teleport. Without a picture he will ALWAYS land upon the highest land mass he can physically enter. (Ex. Rooftop) MUST be created in a shadow.
Time Slow (S Ability): A move not to be taken lightly. It can slow, or even freeze time. However, great power comes with great responsibility. It is a MAJOR (as marked by the "S") ability, and saps immense amounts of magical energy. The more energy that is prohibited by this ability, the more magical energy sapped. Not recommended for battle, especially one with high energy weaponry.
Voice Distortion (Ability): Much like the Shadow Eye ability, this is a way to intimidate your opponent. It gives Sans the ability to make his voice gain an echo and produce a hollow sound. Perfect for declaring the state of the world from a hallway.