The gates to the castle were heavily damaged. Boulders launched from the volcano had smashed them off their hinges, and the lava flow had scorched them. Frisk walked across the toppled gates, and onwards to the castle.
The castle itself had actually avoided the eruption, looking as pristine as ever. Well, except for the hole burned through the doors to the main hallway. Togore had already made it, and it was more than likely that he was currently beating poor Asgore to a pulp.
Frisk walked through the hole, looking at the stain glass windows they had walked past so long ago. They looked exactly the way they always had.
A cold, clenching feeling wrapped around Frisk's neck, lifting them off their feet. They gasped, trying to pull it away.
"Y'know... " a voice from behind them said. "...I was gonna save you for later, but I guess now will have to do..." Frisk was turned towards the person choking them from behind, a short monster wearing a short-sleeve button down shirt, khakis, sandals, and a tan fedora. But the monster's most striking feature was his left eye, glowing bright blue...
"...you did this." Sans spat. "You twisted him until he snapped, and it cost me my brother." Sans's fingers began closing, attempting to crush Frisk's trachea. "You're every bit the monster that the Sentinel is..."
"HUMAN!" A cold, chilling voice roared. Sans looked behind Frisk, and his hand opened. Frisk dropped to the ground, gasping for air. Frisk looked up, seeing Sans stagger back.
"How nice of you to wait for me!" Togore Dreemurr snickered, swiping his spear around. The weapon slashed through a window, shattering it apart. "It took me a while to clean out that makeshift hospital in the east tower..." he grinned, smashing another window. "...there were a TON of burn victims, and this is pretty much the only place untouched by the lava flows."
Frisk's throat still hurt, so they couldn't really interrupt Togore, and he continued speaking. "They took all their wounded and dying there, I bet they thought that they'd finally hit a stroke of good luck." The Sentinel's smile widened, and he surveyed the devastation out one of the shattered windows.
"And then I charged in and tore them all to pieces!" Togore threw back his head and laughed insanely. Frisk shook their head in shock. He had truly lost it.
"I can still see them... hear them..." he looked off, as if listening to something. "...begging... pleading..." Frisk felt an awful feeling climbing up their throat. "...weeping... for mercy..." Togore aimed his spear at Frisk. "Just like you're about to be!"
"Can it, weirdo." Sans said, stepping in front of Frisk. Togore laughed, his voice mocking and taunting. "You? Who are you?"
"Who am I? Well..." Sans shrugged . "...I'm Sans. Sans the skeleton."
Togore paused, a sly smile crawling onto his face. "Oh yeah..." he nodded. "You were the brother of that sorry excuse of a lifeguard!"
Sans's eyes went dark, stunned as Togore laughed. "What a funny coincidence!" Togore stepped closer, his hair falling across his brow. Instead of fixing his hair like he used to, Togore let it hang down. Sans's shoulders slouched, and his head hung. Frisk watched as a tear trickled out of his eye socket.
"Hey, Sans... cheer up, buddy..." Togore smiled. "...I made his death worth my while." Togore nodded as Sans continued looking at the ground in despair. "I stabbed him, slowly... and I made sure it was in one hit." He smirked. "One sharp, painful hit."
Sans shuddered, not looking up at the villainous monster. "But do you know what was special about your brother?" Togore continued, "He didn't beg for death, as he choked out his last words. He didn't try to reason with me." Togore looked at Sans. "The only thing he could scream was, 'Help me!'"
"'Help me, Sans!'"
A sob made its way out of Sans's throat, and Togore chuckled in amusement. "Hahaha... what a coward..."
Sans swiped his left arm, and Togore was thrown through a window like a rag doll.
Frisk's jaw dropped, and they slowly looked over to Sans as he raised his head.
"Welp... I've got a bratty brother-killer to deal with. But once I'm done..." Sans's eye flashed at Frisk. "...you're due for a bad time."
Sans walked outside the castle, heading to finish off the Sentinel.
Great. Just great. Frisk sighed. I'm going to have to fight Sans. SANS.
Frisk had heard rumors of Sans's combat ability, and had felt it themselves during their brief scuffle at Undyne's House. Sans was going to crush Togore, and then go after Frisk.
Frisk stepped through a broken window, and saw a Togore-shaped hole in a tower. The human walked inside, wanting to see this fight for themselves.
The tower had a spiral staircase, and Frisk could hear Togore roaring in anger, and huge blasts of energy. The tower shook, and the staircase began collapsing.
Frisk grabbed onto the side rail, and the stairs beneath them collapsed. They looked out the window and saw one of the towers catch on fire, bones and lazers shooting out of it.
Frisk was able to climb down, but when they reached the bottom of the tower, something was thrown through the wall and almost hit them. It was Togore. The Sentinel ignored Frisk, and gave an angry roar. He leaped into the air, crashing into one of the other towers.
Frisk continued following as the battle shook the castle. Windows would shatter, walls and towers would fall, and all the while Frisk had to dodge the bones and fire flying everywhere to avoid becoming collateral damage. Finally, they caught up to them.
The Sentinel was spinning and stabbing, fighting more intensely than Frisk had ever seen them. But with every move they made, Sans would dodge, disappearing and reappearing behind Togore. Sans snapped his fingers, and a bone shot up from the ground, hitting Togore in the jaw and sending him flying into a chandelier.
Sans raised his left hand, and Frisk saw Togore's soul turn blue. Sans slammed his hand down, and Togore flew down, slamming into the ground. Sans slammed him to the right, then the left, then into the ceiling, then threw him out the window.
The skeleton wiped his brow, sweating, but then had to teleport when Togore flew back through the window, slamming his fist on the ground. A wave of fire erupted from around the Sentinel, throwing Frisk against the wall. Togore snarled and knocked down a wall with his spear, searching for Sans.
Frisk had never seen a fight like this. Togore seemed unstoppable, but Sans was untouchable. The whole castle was unrecognizable, now looking more like the ruins.
Frisk heard a crash, and looked up to the highest tower. They saw a tiny speck (probably Togore) get thrown out, and it flew into a tower that was halfway destroyed. Then more fighting noises came from the tower, bones and fire pouring out of it like water from a broken pipe.
Frisk headed up the tower, Sans was probably going to be tired out when he was done, and Frisk would have to strike then. They walked up the tower with ease, stepping across the stairs, silence the only noise- Wait, WHAT?
There was no sound, no noise.
Sans must've finished.
Frisk sighed in relief, knowing that Togore was finally dead. But as they did, an equal feeling of guilt rose. He wasn't always a maniac... Frisk thought. ...He... he used to be a good person... The whole island looked up to him after he saved Asriel..
Frisk pondered on that as they headed up the tower. How were they ever going to look at Togore the same way again... how they would rewrite... how they should kill Sans...
Do I have to kill him? Frisk thought. If Togore was dead, there was no use in levelling up. They could just... rewrite...
They reached the top of the tower, which had no roof. Rubble was scattered everywhere, and the ash from the eruption was still making it too dark to see very far.
"Heya." Sans's voice gasped, obviously worn out from his fight. Frisk got out their knife, they could just barely make out Sans. He was sitting down, leaning against a pillar...
They continued walking forward, not knowing why. They didn't have to kill him, what was pushing them? Frisk debated on going back, then almost slipped in something. They looked down, seeing blood splattered all over the ground.
Frisk frowned. Were they wounded? They checked themselves for any wounds, but didn't see any. Monsters didn't bleed. Well, all except for-
"No..." Frisk moaned in horror, running towards Sans. "...no, no, no, no..."
Sans had a huge gash in his chest, and blood was pouring out of it.
Togore had won.