More Sans POV!
The next events are all in Sans's POV. I could write dual but Frisk is sorta just sitting in the woods with a ghost wolf and a cat, so… not much to commentate on.
Plus, Sans is just completely falling apart. You thought it was bad before?
I hope you're ready for a bad time ;3
Well, there is a ton of sensitive stuff in this chapter. Sans is a freaking magnet for all the unhealthiest stuff. Seriously. That skeleton's got a million problems.
Oh, and some anatomy in case you don't know- Radius is one of the curved bones in the lower arm and Humerus is the big upper arm past the elbow. I have been hesitant to use the actual names of bones because some people may not know it yet but I think it suits Sans POV better to just call whatever by their names. Look up a basic bone chart or something, you can get a decent idea from that. It's good to learn new things!
Sans paced frantically back and forth.
He didn't trust himself around Papyrus yet. But he didn't trust himself at all anymore.
This was what he was scared of, all this time.
He didn't know what happened. He opened his eyes, and he just attacked. The only thing on his mind was his brother's ashes and that damn wolf eye.
Then when he realized it was far, far too late.
Now she was gone who knows where, Papyrus was shaken up, and he could hardly stand to live with himself every breath he took.
His brother hadn't been mad. Of course. Worried head over balls, yes, but mad? Never.
Sans would have yelled in frustration if he wasn't looking at his dead brother.
Frisk had really reset the timeline. Brought everything back. Had him kill her to bring it back. And what had he done?
Beat the shit out of her.
Sans glanced back at the door. Papyrus had gone to get Undyne and Rocky to help look. He had the feeling she didn't want to come back, but she could at least stay with someone else so she didn't freeze to death.
God, why couldn't Papyrus blame him?
Sans continued his pacing. Storm was gone, as well as most of her things. She must have sneaked back in when they were both out. At least that meant she was able to move around well enough, and wasn't too badly hurt.
Eventually Papyrus came back in. He was alone and looked so uncharacteristically down.
He didn't need to hear it. Sans started to make his way to the stairs, feet dragging.
Why did he have to mess everything up?
"Brother… wait."
Sans stopped at the foot of the stairs, hand on the railing. He didn't turn around.
Just let me go brake down in peace.
He could hear Papyrus shuffling.
"I… I know you're really upset that the human is gone Sans… but Undyne says she thinks that the human will be just fine! She says… well, in short, to pay more attention to you. Maybe not in the… nicest way…. But I am no doubt worried for you brother. I know you only do that when you are really, really upset and scared." Sans snorted at that. "And you never tell me anything… so… I would really like it if you would tell me what's wrong? You… you can start with something small… if you want. The Great Papyrus can help you work on your talking skills, if you'd like!"
Sans was silent for a moment.
Little do you know I've already talked. It does no good.
"… how about I start with the fact I'm a ticking time bomb? There you go. Now imma go up and would prefer to be left alone now."
Sans dragged his feet up the stairs and closed his door before Papyrus could interject.
Sans couldn't sleep. All he could do was sit in his bed, remembering everything. The taste of blood, one simple flash of magic, blood leaking over pale blue tiles. Green eyes going dull and unfocused right in front of him. All at his hand.
The broken feeling when he found his brother's dust. The hopelessness. All those days he spent sitting in his house alone, unable to get up for just about anything. Hearing how Alphys had gone missing after her phone call and knowing he was the reason why. And envying her.
Sans rolled over and over and over. Eventually he realized sleep was useless and he should probably find something to occupy himself with.
Sans pulled out his phone and powered it on. He had forgotten it existed for a little while.
When it turned on he realized he had a text.
From Alphys.
God, had it been long since she last texted him. Well, in this timeline anyways.
Just seeing her name gave him shivers.
Alphys: Hey. Undyne told me the human went missing and stuff. Are you okay?
Sans rubbed his brow. How come everyone was worried about a prick like him when Frisk was out there injured and freezing because of him?
If only she knew.
Sans sighed and began typing.
Sans: was I ever?
Alphys: ummm… well, if you want, I can help you find her. If she has her phone I can track it.
Sans sat up.
Sans: what do you think? Yes.
Alphys: okay… give me a minute or two, I'll look it up and see if I get anything. I'll send a screenshot of the results to you.
Sans went out of the texts while he waited and went onto Undernet. He had an account but he never really used it unless he was tagging Papyrus in memes. Any other time he went on anonymously and trolled people.
He checked Frisk's profile. She only really went on to post memes too, but once and awhile she'd make an inside joke or random statement. Maybe she posted today?
Nope. Sans closed out, knowing it was unlikely anyways. Not like a post would tell him where she was.
His phone dinged and he went back to messages.
Alphys: well, I got results. From what I see it looks like she's far into Snowdin forest, north of your house.
Along with her text was a large map picture of Snowdin and it's surroundings. There was text in the corner of the picture reading "search results: no.16781" and indeed north of his house was a little red dot with "16781" above it.
Sans got up and pulled on his jacket, which had been thrown lazily on the floor.
His soul churned with anxiety. How would she react? He just wanted to make sure she wasn't dead or dying and maybe get her to find somewhere to stay.
Well, that wasn't all he wanted, but everything else he knew he couldn't have.
Sans shoved his phone into his pocket just as it dinged again. Whatever Alphys said it could wait.
There was a strong wind outside, blowing snow everywhere. Sans ignored it, even when it got into his slippers and chilled his boney feet.
Did he have any right to be confronting her? Would she run?
He was scared. Maybe she was hardly hurt at all. Or maybe he had seriously injured her. Sans had the feeling it would be somewhere in the middle.
It seemed like Frisk had just run straight, though for a long while. If he had kept looking in this direction and hadn't turned back after awhile he would've found her.
The forest seemed dull and eerie. He used to love walking through it at night, but nothing really seemed worth loving anymore. Everything was grey and numb.
Both in this time and the last.
It felt like he was walking for an eternity. At least he was occupied and wasn't thinking of how big of a mistake he had made.
The snow was patched with shadows, and soon he noticed faint imprints from footprints made at some point today, almost completely gone from the wind.
Sans felt a flutter of nervousness.
She must be close… god, this can go a million ways and most of them are bad…
Sans pulled his phone out and checked the map. If he was looking at it correctly, he was right- close.
Sans pocketed the phone and kept walking.
Eventually he came to a clearing surrounded by ancient pine trees. Little brown pine needles littered the snow and the smell of the pines was pungent. He could hear shuffling from across the clearing and tiny feet crunching in snow- Storm, he guessed.
Sans swallowed. From here he could see a tiny burrow dug under the roots of a large pine.
Sans opened his mouth, but no noise came out.
So he just stood there in silence like a moron.
Then there was quiet speaking and the little gray kitten came barreling out of the pine tree, round and fluffy against the cold. He padded up to Sans and looked up at the skeleton.
Sans wanted to be mean. He really wanted to be mean. But he was too tired. So he just bent down and looked at the tiny kitten.
"Hey there furball."
"Mew!"
"You're such a stupid little rascal, huh?" Sans reached forward gingerly and put his fingers lightly over the kittens head. He actually had no freaking idea how to pet a cat.
Storm gave him a look that said he was the stupid one.
We're both stupid. Sans told himself, feeling like he was being stabbed in the soul. You for trusting me and me for making it a problem in the first place.
The kitten padded his leg, unsatisfied by his meager petting skills.
Sans ignored the kitten's demands and looked up.
He could see green eyes peeking out of the roots.
Sans wondered how he could ever think that other…thing was Frisk. They looked completely different.
Sans fought back tears and sat back, fisting his shorts. Why did he wear shorts in weather like this anyways? Well, he was too lazy to care.
"…F…Frisk?"
He expected her to pull back, but she inched out a little more.
It's all because of me. Because I have to hurt everything. Nothing's changed… and nothing ever will. Sans tensed, fighting back a sob.
No. If he was going to have a breakdown it wouldn't be here.
Crunching distracted him momentarily from his pain, and he looked up.
Frisk was slowly making her way out from the space under the roots. Now that he could see her face he winced at the deep black and purple marks on her cheek. How could he have done that?
"Sans? Are… you okay?"
Sans pounded the snow in frustration.
"Damn you… just… damn you. Asking me if I'm fucking okay after I beat the shit out of you. And you still have the purity to ask if I'm fine?" He hoped his voice wasn't as shaky as it felt.
Storm glanced back and forth between them. Sans wondered if he was scared another fight would happen. Or maybe he understood. Hell if he knew.
Sans clenched his teeth, fighting so hard to keep his pain inside. That probably wasn't healthy, he told himself, but then again most of what he did wasn't healthy.
"I'm sorry… I'm so fucking sorry… I know it won't change a damn thing, but… I just… I just woke up, and… I didn't know what happened… I'm sorry…" his bones were clacking together, and he realized he was shaking.
Frisk tilted her head. He could tell she was watching him closely, and he knew exactly why.
"… It wasn't your fault." Her voice was even.
Sans threw his arms up, startling Storm.
"What do you mean it wasn't my fault?! What, did someone come in and pretend to be me? Did someone grab my arms and legs and make me do it? No! It's not even like I didn't know it was really you, considering what happened… back in the other timeline. I knew." Sans let his arms fall slowly, and everything seemed to disappear around him. It was only his own voice, Frisk, and the horrible pain he could never rid himself of.
"And…I… I killed you… not Chara… you…"
"You're wrong. You did kill Chara. And I asked you too. You have no right to be upset about something I asked you to do, and that you were forced to do. It wasn't you that made the decision, it was me and fate."
Why did she have to be so level headed now?
Sans shook his head, feeling thick tears stream down his cheeks. Well, screw saving it for home.
"And like I said, none of it was your fault. You… were scared and upset. Why? Because of me…" Frisk trailed off, and the wolf-like wisdom was replaced with guilt and pain.
Sans blinked.
"What? I thought you said Chara did it?"
"Chara was in control, but… I just… I watched them die… every single one of them… by me…" Frisk's voice was shaking, and Sans momentarily forgot about his breakdown dilemma. "And I couldn't do anything to stop it. So, by extension, it is my fault."
"I guess we're the three musketeers of stupid, huh? Stop talking horseshit. If someone else made the decision than it wasn't you. When I said before about someone taking my arms and legs and making me do it, that is literally what happened to you. So shut it." Sans hoped he didn't sound as aggravated as he felt. It was stupid.
Frisk shrunk a little.
"I… I just… I don't know anymore… it feels like I did it. I saw it and I felt it. But… I don't…"
Sans sighed. They were both in similar predicaments, but at the same time oh so different.
"Well… I… I know you probably don't want to, but…. could you come back?… I don't think you should be out here on your own. I still don't know how bad you're hurt, it's freezing and it's still not safe for you being a human to be out on your own. So… please?"
Caring was too much work. But not caring was even more.
Frisk closed her eyes.
"I… I'm sorry Sans, but I have to say no."
"What? Frisk…"
She had that look in her eyes once more, and it looked so much like a wolf. Sans would never have that mental connection, he noted.
"I understand you worrying, but I want to be alone for a little bit. And besides, I know what happened isn't your fault, but I don't think my body is on par with my head. And I know it would hurt you every time I flinch or do something of the like. It's something I can't help and something you don't need. And… I need time to figure this whole mess out. I… I feel like I can't tell left from right, and I think… this will do some good."
Sans felt like his soul was pierced by an icicle.
She does blame you, she is scared of you. She doesn't want to hurt your feelings, but she hates you. She doesn't want to be around you. You ruined it Sans, just like you ruined everything else. You don't deserve to be around her.
Sans stood up, and his chest hurt so badly.
"You don't want to stay with anyone else?" Sans forced out. His throat felt tight.
Frisk shook her head.
"No thanks… Sans, it's not because of you. I just need to figure things out."
"Yeah, I know. Let me know if you need anything. Or Papyrus, I don't care." Sans turned around.
Storm mewed, but didn't follow. Probably the smartest thing the cat had ever done.
He knew it.
She's too nice. She doesn't want to hurt me. She's fucking stupid. And I'm even stupider. I should have never let my guard down. I should have never gotten so close. It would have been a hell of a lot easier.
Frisk started to say something, but Sans left too fast for her to finish it.
Sans's walked back at a brisk pace, wanting to shake the murky, dark pain he felt in his soul. A deep cold grief and hurt that made it feel like the world was ending.
I'm a fool for thinking it would be okay. Nothing was ever okay, and nothing will ever be okay.
The trip back felt longer even though he was walking faster. Instead of being stuck in the quiet woods he was stuck in his own head, telling himself over and over that he deserved it.
When the house came into view, Sans thought for a moment before changing direction and going past it.
He would never be able to rest or sleep feeling like this.
Sans kept on waking till he was at Grillby's. It was really late at night, but sometimes he soulful be open. For some reason Grillby didn't need to get as much rest as most monsters, and he even lived in the store. There was always one or two monsters who stayed after the posted hours for whatever reason, and he would stay patiently until every single one of them was gone.
Sans pushed the door open. For once the familiar jingle of the bell didn't comfort him.
Sans didn't look around as he went up to his usual seat and collapsed in it, burying his head in his elbow. The counter felt too warm.
He heard Grillby's soft footsteps approach.
The Fire monster was quiet for a moment.
"… what's wrong Sans?"
Funny. The bartender had always looked over his customers like a father, and to Sans that was no different. Actually, Sans considered Grillby one of his actual friends. He liked him. Grillby was always respectful of his boundaries but offered help in any way he could. And Grillby knew Sans had a plethora of issues, so Grillby was especially kind to him. On top of that he put up with Sans's antics because it was near impossible to break his patience.
"… Just get me a Wolf's Blood." Sans muttered. He knew he should not be drinking right now, nor relying on alcohol to numb his pain. Especially being only 17. But Sans was too tired to care. So what if it caused issues?
His life was already in pieces anyways.
…
There was a gap in Sans's memory between his fifth drink and waking up on the couch with a horrible headache.
Hell, it was even enough for him to get up and get some Ibuprofen before plopping back on the couch like a soggy piece of bread.
He felt like he had fallen from the Royal tower and rolled through Waterfall before getting trampled by Aaron. And he didn't like Aaron.
He could smell Frisk on the sofa. He may not have the nose of a full wolf, but it was still decently sensitive. She smelled like lavender and some other weird flower smell that was probably from the dog shampoo she used on her tail and tried to deny.
Sans smiled at the thought. She had been really embarrassed at the mention of it. Honestly dog shampoo was the same as most shampoo in the underground. But apparently humans cared a lot about what kind of shampoo they used, not that Sans would know anything about hair care.
Sans felt a pang as he remembered everything that had happened prior.
He really regretted thinking of Frisk. He really regretted being able to smell her. He really regretted seeing little brown hairs all over the place. He super regretted not being drunk head over heels at the moment.
In perfect timing with his thoughts, Papyrus came down the stairs.
Sans glanced at the clock. Shouldn't he be out doing whatever with Undyne?
"Sans? You're up!"
Sans waited for a "took you long enough" or a "lazybones!" But it never came.
Papyrus rubbed his hands together nervously.
"You were gone last night and then Grillby called me. You should not be drinking like that! You should not be drinking at all! That won't help you find the human, you know!"
Sans groaned and turned over. He didn't need this right now.
"I know where the human is. She wants to be left alone. And I want to be left alone too."
"What?! Really?! Is she okay?!"
"Yeah. Now shouldn't you be out with Undyne?"
"Where was she?! Why didn't she tell anyone?!"
Sans grumbled in annoyance. Why didn't he get the message?
"I don't know. Go away."
Papyrus stopped his rambling questions at Sans's tone. He was a little guilty but he wanted to stop thinking about Frisk, not be reminded every ten seconds.
"Oh… okay… are you okay brother? Do you need me to make you breakfast? You don't look the greatest. You are still getting over a cold, are you not?"
Sans had forgotten about that. He wasn't congested anymore, but maybe that contributed to his crappy feeling.
No, it was most definitely because he was a douche bag. He needed to stop making excuses for his own lazy ass.
"M'not hungry. I just want to be left alone, Paps. Please."
Papyrus sighed in defeat.
"Alright, brother. If you really want… please feel better soon. I'm… I'm going to go hang with Undyne now. Call me if you need anything, and I'll be right here!"
Sans covered his head with the pillow.
All he needed was for the awful feeling in his soul to go away and to take back what he had done.
…
Sans couldn't muster any will to do anything but go to the bathroom, get a water every now and again, and drag himself to Grillby's once a day. Even Grillby's food didn't temp him, but he told Papyrus he ate there anyways. In truth all he did was drink some more.
Papyrus fussed and fussed until Sans shoed him away. It was getting increasingly difficult to not snap at his brother, though Sans knew he was just worried.
Worried about him.
Everyone around him was stupid, apparently
At some point Frisk had called Papyrus. Sans had tried to shut him out, but from what he heard Frisk was doing completely fine. Papyrus had been relieved and insisted on calling every day. How her phone kept charged he didn't know.
At times like this his spirit wolf bugged him. He would get close to his face, paw him, bark and jump. Howl, even. It still felt weird to be seeing and hearing this while Papyrus was completely oblivious.
His wolf seemed really agitated. He always got like that when Sans just gave up. But he had a new neediness Sans had never seen. He would stare out the window longingly, putting his transparent paws against the glass.
Sans wondered why he didn't just go to whatever he wanted. It's not like Sans needed him anyways.
A week passed by in a slow blur. It felt more like a month. The slow ticks of the clock melted into a messy passage of time, slowly dripping like water from a sink. It was slow and torturous, but Sans was too tired to dwell on it.
He had never given up this bad before. Often times he had mild spells that lasted for only a few days. Or a really short emotional outburst. But now it felt like nothing was worth doing unless it dulled his pain, even for a short while.
He started going back into his basement, near the end of the week. He pulled out his old box. It was covered in dust. He hadn't done this in awhile.
It didn't matter as he pulled out one of the blades. They were blades from the lab, from long ago. He couldn't use ordinary blade on bone, after all.
He rolled it around in his hands. He shouldn't do this. Frisk had said to go to her if he needed help, to stop doing this to himself.
She's not here now. Sans thought bitterly. Because you drove her away. You only have yourself to blame. She's not here to help you anymore.
With that thought Sans dragged the blade across his radius, not caring that it would be a hell of a lot harder to hide than if he just did it on his upper Humerus.
Anything to make it go away.
It took awhile before he got the nice lightheaded rush. The cuts didn't sting anymore, and his chest felt lighter.
Sans pulled on his jacket without bandaging the cuts and walked out, ready for Grillby's.
…
Papyrus found out.
Well, Grillby may have first.
He wouldn't believe the ketchup story, so Sans assumed it was Grillby.
He was not in the mood to deal with this.
Sans spouted every lie in the book. Papyrus didn't buy a single one.
"Brother! Please tell me the truth! You never tell me anything, and anyone with eyes can tell you are not okay! You don't need to feel tough for my sake, so please!"
Sans hated seeing tears in his brother's eyes. Especially when he caused them.
Sans leaned back against the couch. He had been avoiding sitting on it but when he wasn't in his normal mind he instinctively went to it. He didn't know why.
Sans sort of regretted bringing up his old habit too. His arm hurt like a bitch now, and he had used up all the painkillers a day ago for his head. Joy.
"Nothing you can help, Paps."
"How do you know?!" Papyrus was getting increasingly hysterical. "You have been doing so many things that you shouldn't, and you've been hurting yourself in more ways than one! I've always… known you aren't healthy, Sans, but it's gone too far now! I can't sit by and watch anymore! It's my job to keep that from happening as your brother, is it not?"
"No. It's not your job. I'm my own person. Plus, I'm the older brother. Pretty pathetic, huh?" Sans let out a dry, hollow chuckle.
Papyrus was shuffling.
"Sans, it's not funny! I've talked with Alphys recently, with Undyne… she says you may have depression. And… you are matching all the symptoms she gave me! It's just the same as any other illness, we must get you better!"
"You can't fix some things Pap." Sans said, eyes narrowed. Alphys betrayed him. Maybe he should point out her problems and see how she likes it.
"How do you know if you aren't willing to try! I'd rather that than just sitting around watching this!"
"If it bothers you so much, then don't watch." Sans said, his tone getting a little deeper. Did he not get the point?
Papyrus took a step back, and Sans immediately regretted everything. The hurt on his face could break the biggest walls.
"I… I can't do that. You're my brother, and I love you. I can't turn my head away. What if it was me? Would you turn away? If so, then… well, it doesn't matter. Even if you would, you're still my brother. Lazybones, socks, ketchup, temper and all."
Papyrus turned for the door, his hands at his side.
"Paps, wait, I didn't mean it like that! I would n-"
The door slammed unusually hard.
Sans stared at it for a moment before sinking back on to the couch, resting his head in his hands.
Everything he touched fell apart like a house of cards.
He could see the speckled wolf shaking its head, eyes wide and sad.
He didn't need a ghost to chide him. Sans turned over, putting his head on the armrest.
Every throb from his arm reminded him of what a mistake he was.
…
The door was opened so hard it made a hole in the wall.
Sans jumped. He hadn't been sleeping, but he wasn't fully up either.
"YOU." Undyne snarled, pointing at him. She just barreled into his house, put a hole in his wall, and starts yelling at him? Wow, ballsy.
"What do you want? It can't be so urgent you had to put a hole in the wall."
"Shut it. You are getting your pathetic ass off that couch and you are coming with me. To Alphys. Now."
"…why?" Sans sat back with no intention of getting up.
"To take care of your shit. Papyrus just came crying to my house, and no one makes Papyrus fucking cry."
Sans felt a jolt of guilt.
"Well, I think that's my line to say, not yours." Sans retorted.
Undyne stomped closer.
"No, you lost that privilege ever since you started being a prick." Undyne growled.
"So… I never had it in the first place?"
"Sans! Stop being an asshole and let's go. You are not tearing Papyrus up like this. I may not be his brother, but I care about him. Seemingly more than you do!"
Sans's gaze darkened.
How dare she!? Papyrus was the thing in the world he cared most about, the thing that kept him from ending it all. The pain he felt when he was dead returned, the pain of not being woken up by his familiar ranting. Being called a lazybones every two seconds. His anger at his puns, though he knew he secretly liked them.
No one told him he didn't care about Papyrus.
"You have no fucking idea. So shut the hell up and get out of my house. Papyrus is the dearest thing to me in this world, and just because I'm suffering doesn't change that." Sans growled.
Undyne's eye widened a little, but she didn't back down.
"If you care about him so much, then why do you hurt him? And besides, I don't think he's the only thing you care about anymore. I know why you're acting like this. It's because of Frisk, isn't it?"
"Jeez, you want a medal? An award? A+?" Sans snapped.
"You don't like that, do you? I can see through your shit. I know you care about that human, more than anyone else. I think she's just as close as Papyrus. And she pushed you away, didn't she? Probably for this exact reason!"
Sans sat up, his chest rumbling with a deep growl. He bared his teeth.
This fish. Had. Some real. Nerve.
"You know absolutely nothing. And yeah, what if she did? What if it was my fault? You have no right to say jack shit about it. Get out."
Undyne put her hands on her hips, staring back with fire in her eye.
"I'm not leaving unless it's with you. I don't know what happened and you're hurt, I understand. But nothing is going to happen if you just sit around, wallowing in shit. You need to get your ass off that couch, and make up for whatever the hell you did. Even if it was unforgivable. Because even if bloodstains never dry, it makes no use to never change the armor they splattered on. Sometimes you have to be a man- well, more like a woman- and just move on."
"You understand nothing. And you never will." Sans was seconds away from leaping and showing her a thing or two about being a Moon-Blood.
"I don't need to understand much to be able to tell that." She snarled in return. "I'm using common fucking sense, something you lack. I can tell you run away from your problems far too often. You need to turn around and face them, even if it means putting something on the line. It's the only way anything is gonna get fixed."
Sans chuckled humorlessly.
"Coming from a stubborn warrior who would stand and fight to the death. So what then, when you're dead? Nothing happens then, either. Real stupid ideology, if you ask me."
Undyne took a step forward, her fins twitching.
"No, you're wrong. To live you need a purpose. Life is nothing without a purpose. And dying for a cause, being remembered for who I was and for fighting that fight… making an impact, leaving a memory, that's living, isn't it? All I've got then is purpose, but that's enough. You're not living, Sans. You need to get up and start, starting now! Whether it's for your own good or just for Frisk and Papyrus!"
"It's dangerous to use all your knowledge in a single speech, you know. I'm not doing shit. So get out of my house." Sans snarled.
She was making a point. A real valid one. But he didn't care. He wasn't going to listen to anything that came from her mouth. Nothing.
"Alright. I guess I've gotta drag your boney ass then. You asked for it." Undyne walked over and prepared to grab him.
Sans leaned back and snarled, shooting her a warning look.
She didn't get the message. And Sans had no remorse as he buried his teeth into her arm just as she tried to wrap her arm around his rib cage.
"OW, YOU LITTLE SHIT!" Undyne screeched and flung her arm forcefully, and Sans couldn't hold on. He went smashing into the table, feeling his pet rock bug into his back as the table splintered.
Sans sprung back onto his feet and aimed a fist at Undyne's face. She caught it easily and twisted his arm behind his back before he could react.
"You. Are not getting out of this like this. If you want a fight, I'll give it too you. Hell, it'll feel good to beat your ass after making Papyrus cry." Undyne growled into his ear.
Sans didn't struggle. He summoned a bone and allowed it to smack Undyne over the head.
Undyne yelped and let go of him, and he quickly spun around and landed a blow to her face. He was too tired to use much magic, and he didn't want to anyways.
Undyne grimaced and charged, and Sans jumped out of the way of what would have been a harsh blow. Unfortunately he tripped over a piece of the broken table and stumbled, and in that time Undyne punched him square in the ribs.
Sans wheezed as black spots danced in his vision. She hit him once more in the head, and Sans tasted blood.
"So. You have enough yet?" Undyne asked, spitting venom in every word.
The skeleton straightened and attacked again, feinting to the side and kicking her ankle.
Her leg buckled under her, and Undyne cursed as she dragged him to the ground.
The next few moments were nothing but rushed, blurry struggling. Feeling hit after hit, hitting at who knows what the fuck, unable to tell what was going on.
He finally got his feet under her and kicked hard, and he heard the smash of what could only be the TV.
Undyne sprang up surprisingly fast and smashed her foot into his knee with all of her weight.
Sans opened his mouth wide and yowled.
Undyne kept her foot on his knee, and Sans started struggling. It hurt so bad he couldn't focus and form a bone, it didn't even occur to him to try. All he registered was pain and get her off.
Undyne glared back down at him.
"You're rusty, skeleton. I thought you were supposed to be one of the strongest monsters down here. Well, I guess that was before you became a poor slob. I would beat you senseless right now if I knew it wouldn't upset Papyrus. Now." Undyne bent down and grabbed his shirt collar. Blood trickled down her face, and Sans felt cruel satisfaction.
"You coming with me now?" She pressed her foot harder on his knee for emphasis, and Sans couldn't suppress the whimper that escaped his throat.
Despite the agony in his knee, Sans snarled, showing his fangs.
"N-no… I can be just as stubborn as you."
Undyne's eye twitched.
"You have no reason to be stubborn! You're supposed to be a lazy ass, not-"
Undyne was cut off by desperate pounding at the door.
They opened, and Sans was positive if Undyne hadn't put a hole in the wall that this new visitor would.
It was Rocky. He was panting, and his fur was fluffed in alarm.
Sans felt a rush of fear. Something was wrong.
"Q-quick! MTT… It's on fire! Papyrus… Papyrus and Alphys, we couldn't find them! We need help!"
My god, writing about Sans like this depresses me.
All for slapping Sans for being stupid? And maybe getting him a new skull so his thinking fixes? And Frisk has no idea while she's out in the woods having a Wolfie session. And she was being level and truthful. Wow.
Undyne kicks ass. She does care about Sans as well, but she'd never admit it. But no one makes Papyrus cry! Bad Sans, Bad! We need to get a rolled up newspaper and wack him whenever he's bad, like my grandmas dog. Then he can be forever scared of newspaper lol.
No one be a Sans. Talk to someone- anyone. No one wants to be like a stupid skelie. Though we all love our skelie.
SyntheticDesire.21: thank you :3
Lauralie20: thanks! And I love writing Chara, her creepiness is fun lol XD
AvianSobriety: Lol, Frisk ain't innocent. She spends too much time around Sans :b
Here, have a bin of tissues. You need it. *throws cyber tissues*
Strange-Charms: heh, big updates to make up for crappy winter weather xb
I'm glad you liked it, I was afraid it was too rushed. Especially being up all at once. Now we get to see the aftermath (and the peak of Sans's stupidity)
Fictiongirl11: don't worry, I am not throwing anything away but my heart :b don't need that. Don't need to feel.
Frisk's soul is the same, the biggest effect is mental. The LOVE went to Chara's wolf, and you'll see the effect next chapter!
Ghostiedragon: well, Chara is doing it to "Erase and recreate". Like Cyrus from Pokemon. She only really cared about Asriel, Toriel and Asgore. She wanted all humans dead at first, but after seeing what happened with monsters, she just viewed the world as filthy, everyone in it as well save for those three people. Whether it's a good reason or not, that's her reason. I'm sorry to disappoint :/ it's how I interpret her actions. Maybe it will be clearer later on, who knows?
Sorry if I missed any/ misspelled someone's name. I am having issues with Fanfiction, I can only see reviews in my email as of late. Anyone else having the issue?
Anyways. Be happy and be safe!
From the wolf in the mountains,
Comycat~