(Sans and Frisk find themselves in a very bad spot. Things are finally revealed about Frisks true identity.)

(Characters belong to Toby Fox, story by me)

Chapter 38

I see you

Pain, anguish, fear, agony, helplessness, horror...love.

I stared into the eyes of the one I loved and felt the pain of the sword in my gut. It trapped us together like living kabobs as the man on the other end of it giggled like mad. I could not see him as my eyes and head were tightly pressed against Sans face. We shivered violently as the mans giggle intensified as he turned the sword sharply to one side. Blood began to poor from Sans mouth and empty eye sockets. In turn I felt the same as I gripped his arm tightly in my hands. Fear radiated out of me as the possibility of death seemed close for both of us.

"Twoooo looovveresss... One miiiisssiiiooon...Faillleddd to fooolllooowwww..." The man said as he jerked the blade sharply with a twist of his wrist.

Gasping, I coughed and shivered as another sensation swept through me. Something cold and alien. My eyes widened as Sans own eyes squinted in pain as his grip tightened on me. We knew at that moment that the poison that was in his body had now begun polluting my own.

'Frrr...iiissskkk...'

'Saannnsssss...'

We thought to one another as the cold began to worsen.

The mans giggle was high pitched and piercing as he began to talk. His words oddly normal and clear all of a sudden as he said, "It has been such fun to watch as you tried to go about your life Frisk. Thinking you had some form of control. Thinking you had the real power to succeed. How naive." He moves and suddenly Sans grunts as the man places his entire weight on Sans head. His arm resting on him as if he were a table top as the mans crazed eyes stared down at me. I glance up from the side as best as I could as I tried to glare at him. My vision was blurred with pain, but I was able to focus on our attackers face. A face I knew all to well...and thought that it had been destroyed long ago.

The face of the man who once traumatized me in my darkest hours in that damned orphanage. That man...who stole my mind as he ruined my body countlessly night after night for years. Now stood over me with a gloating grin, whole and seemingly untouched, wearing a white robe of purity.

I screamed.

The man laughed as he saw that I recognized him. Relished in it. He reaches out with his other hand and grips the hair on top of my head and jerks me up to look at him in the face. The face I despised. The rounded glasses, the mustache, the curled black hair and the chunky face. A face that haunted me to this day, was now here smiling gaily as his brown eyes glossed over in joy.

"You remember me well don't ya sweet heart? You remember the days I came to you, the nights I rode you?" He licked his lips and a shiver of disgust coursed through me.

Sans growled came out harsh, but weak as he tried to turn his head to look at the man. The evil man pressed down harder on his head and Sans groaned as he held me tightly by the arms. The mans eyes never left mine as he said, "Do you want to know how I survived? How I still lived after the lovely mess you made of me in that foul orphanage." He giggles and leans over, bringing with him the gagging scent that I would never put a description to. His fingers playing in my hair as revolution coursed through my body hotly as the poisons coldness spread through my body. I felt myself weakening as he continued to gloat over us.

"The only one who could kill me is my own brother." He whispered, "No one else can kill the prince of Priests. No one but that spineless dolt of a brother of mine. No matter how much he talks about hating the priests he would never kill his own blood. Poor poor king. Poor poor weak ambassador of monsters." his giggle shakily as saliva ran down his chin and onto my face. I was to surprised to think much of it.

Horror rose ten fold after he had revealed his true identity.

The prince of the priests of purity?! The kings brother?! This man, this horrific man, was the head of the priests?! And he survived...

Pure panic coursed through me as the pain, blood loss, and poison worked their magic on me. The mans eyes glinted as me and Sans began to slouch. Sans magic was depleting fast. Anymore and he would...

That thought topped all else. If Sans died...how would I, Papyrus, and our children...live on?

The mans chuckle intensified as he patted my head and said, "Shes not fair is she?"

My mind was focusing inward on trying to keep Sans alive by giving him my magic, what magic I still had in me. So the mans next words caught me off guard as he said, "The outsider is sure funny on how she treats herself."

I froze and glanced up at the man.

What?

He giggles as he leaves us and trots around our bodies like a boy who finally got all the candy in the world.

And he wanted to savor every drop.

"The outsider, a being who merges with our world and injects themselves into it. Their presence brings chaos or order based on their choice. But for them to do so they need a host."

Coldness filled my mind as the man continued to talk. Sans grip was growing slack. As I felt it, I pushed more of my power into him. In doing so a warm feeling spread through my hands as I felt...her...giving me more power to aid him.

I glared into space as I felt her presence. But I did not fight it. Not now anyway. As much as I hatted her right at that moment, I...needed her help more then ever to keep Sans alive. Grudgingly I closed my eyes and pulled in more of her power to aid in keeping Sans alive, here, with me.

The man laughs as he trots over and crouches down to look at us. "Shes here now isn't she? Aiding you? How funny!" He tilts his head, "To help a puppet when they are in need of aid."

I shivered as tears coursed down my face. My head pressed tightly against Sans head as he shivered and coughed. He was so weak. We were dying, we were in the presence of a madman, and we didn't have the power to escape.

It was hopeless.

Giggling fiercely, he suddenly jerks my head back and toward him as he licks his lips.

"A puppet without strings is just a doll. Without the puppet master there is no strings, no play. There is only dust on the stage."

His words baffled me until I saw the bone knife gripped in his other hand. "A pretty doll with no strings is but a doll. A doll that will be mine..." His grin became fierce as it warped horrifically. His teeth becoming pointy and black as his eyes turned red and glowing.

"A doll that will be mine...foreverrrrrr."

Cold fear washed over me as he swiftly brought the knife down toward my throat.

"Grrraaaahhh!"

Sans roared out as his arm shoots up and the blade loges itself between his radius and ulna. The man glares at Sans, but his eyes widens as he sees Sans teeth quickly become sharper and his head elongating as horns shot out from his skull. The man hurries back as Sans stands and his legs become longer. A tail shoots out from his pants as his body turns into an anthro skeleton of a dragon.

His arm holds me close as we were still locked together by the sword. Turning sharply he roars out at the man and a huge ball of energy explodes from his jaws. The evil man barely escapes and runs about squealing as Sans mindlessly attacks him. He bashes the mirrored floors and walls as he chases the man around with fiercely glowing eyes. The man continues to scream and runs around with hands flailing about mindlessly as he tried to dodge Sans attacks. Bones erupt from the floor and fall from the air as Sans attacked with malice. Then the room is suddenly filled with priests as they rush in and try to subdue Sans.

My mind becomes foggy as the power in my hand intensified as I continued to pour more power into Sans by the minute. Freeing him of the poison in his body and giving him what he needed. The strength to fight back and to protect us.

As the priests poured in like and endless wave, Sans attacks became more wild. The battle shook the mirrors from the walls, revealing the skeleton metal that shaped the very room. Behind the skeleton of metal, was hundreds of red glowing orbs. They shown brightly as the glass of the mirrors crashed down onto the feverous priests and their followers. They seemingly attacked mindlessly. Having no care for their softy or that of the others fighting by their side.

Their one mind set... was to get to us.

My strength was waning as I pumped power into Sans. My blood was still poring from my wounds and I was still very much attached to Sans ribs.

'Sans...' I sent my thoughts to him as a cold sensation began to flood my mind. Sans flinched and looked down at me. His now bony draconic face taking in the amount of damage I had suffered. I felt his sanity returning as he recognized that he had been hurting me as his hold had tightened more and more as he was attacking the priests. Pure regret filled him as he saw my pale face and shaking body. His will to fight flew right out of the window as he raised his giant claw to hold my head gently.

'Frisk...I'm so...'

That was all they needed.

In that moment the priests and their followers came at us like a great wave, they poured over us. Their bodies beating at him sharply as ruff hands gripped me and began to pull me from the jagged blade of the sword.

A scream tore through my lips as they pulled and yanked in all directions. Sans roar was defining as he felt my pain and spun and attacked as fiercely as he could.

But how do you stop a wave from crashing around you ?

The priests jerked me off from the sword with a mighty yank. I screamed out in pain as they covered me with their bodies. Swarming around me and pulling me away from Sans and into their legion of flowing bodies.

Sans roar shook the room once more as he let lose a wave of pure energy, frying all the members above me. I cried out for him as I shoved my hand from under the burnt dead flesh. I called out as I felt him respond and come after me.

For a moment I had hope.

How could I have been so foolish.

A ruff hand seized me and pulled me close to a body that I never wanted to feel again. Fear and horror washed over me as a hot breath said, "Your mine now my precious doll. All mine."

Then I felt something cold enter my heart. The room suddenly grew silent as I watched the priests fall away from me to reveal Sans, still in his skeleton draconic form. He stood tall above the rest as his fiery, glowing eyes, stared right at me. As if in slow motion I saw him roar out in denial. His dragon like face twisting in horror at what he saw.

My eyes grew dim as a sound of a ticking clock became more and more prominent. The room faded as my last of my vision showed the priests attacking Sans in his moment of denial. They swiftly over took him.

And in one fell swoop.

I watched as my lover...was beheaded before my eyes.

And then...

I died.

…...

Darkness.

It's funny how it seems to rule my life no matter how hard I tried to escape it. Always there, always waiting. Even in death it held a constant vigil. And I had to be dead...wasn't I? I remembered the cold sensation, the feel of the blade entering my chest. The slow death and the painful reminder that I didn't die alone.

Sans was dead to.

But like life, death held no promises.

It was a cold sure thing.

Darkness and solitude.

Even as I floated here in the dark, I could not think of being sad.

I wasn't happy, nor, afraid.

I was...waiting...I guess?

Waiting for something to happen.

But what?

After a while the sound of walking feet entered the dark world. The sounded was akin to someone walking down a dark, abandoned, hallway at night. I raised my head and saw nothing to be seen. But whatever was coming wasn't coming from in front of me, but behind. However, I could not seem to turn my head to see who it was.

The person stopped right behind my back and I listened as they turned. Then felt a warm back press against mine. We now stood back to back in the dark. Our sizes were off by a few inches as the person felt just a bit taller then me. However from their presence I knew instantly who they were.

The first touch of pure rage raced through me as I said, "So...you decided to finally show yourself. What are you here for? To gloat. To rub it in my face that I failed something you had planned for me? I don't know what the fuck you have in store for me now, but I'm telling you I want nothing to do with it! You've done enough! You hear me?! Just...just leave me alone! Leave me be and never come back damn you! You fucking bitch! You god damn whore! You fucking asshole! Do you know what you've done! Do you know what you did to us! I hope your happy! I just hope your happy with what you did! Thousands of monster lives are probably going to be ruined, and it's all well and good for you isn't it! Well go screw yourself you deceitful whore!"

I shivered in the dark as my rage shook me. My emotions slowly returning as the outsider stood behind me. However for all my rage and curses, she remained silent. I didn't know if it was because of my harsh remarks or she just refused to speak, but they remained quiet for a few moments.

Finally a harsh exhale left her as she said, " I'm so sorry Frisk."

Shock became my second emotion in the darkness. If this kept up I would soon be riding the mental tidal wave of emotions before I even got to the next bought of giving that bitch a peace of my mind.

She continued, "I'm sorry your so angry Frisk, but I would like to have you understand a few things before you rave at me about the unfairness about it all okay? I know... wait...sigh...no...I guess I can't say that." she chuckled, "I can never say anything sage like or whatever when its needed." she huffed before saying, "I just beg that you hear me out okay."

I snorted. That was the only answer this demented bitch was getting from me.

She sighed and murmured, "Demented? Really that's a bit harsh Frisk, but I'll give you that one." I felt her shift as she said, "Frisk, do you know why I even started writing this story?"

I snorted again as I said, "You tell me. Your the one who wrote it."

She chuckled, "Touché." A snaping sounded and a single white glowing box appeared before me. I stared at it as the new alien thing floated in the dark. As I watched a line appeared between me and the box. It was thin and white. In confusion I asked, "What...what is this?"

"It's where you originally came from. You, Sans, Papyrus, and all the others. This one place is your original beginning."

I shake my head.

"What the hell do you mean by that?"

She sighs, "Lets just say that...your meeting the monsters the way you did wasn't really a coincidence. However I wont go to much into detail. Someone else, who knows more about time lines and such, would be better equipped to tell you better then I."

I snarl, "Who would that be anyway?"

"Didn't he tell you he would tell you later Frisk?"

I froze. Did she mean?

"Yes I do. He knows more about time lines and multiple dimensions then you think. He's seen it all and maybe even, lived some of it."

Tears, cold tears, rolled down my cheeks at the thought. I never expected to cry, even in death. But for Sans, to live knowing what I now knew.

How did that make him feel?

How did he survive and coupe with that knowledge?

What else did he know that I didn't?

I felt her smile as if it were my own. But it was a bitter sweet smile as I heard her say, "Don't think to badly of him Frisk. He loves you, very much. Him and Papyrus."

"Did you make them love me on purpose. Did I even have a chance at his love or...would he have, chosen mother instead?"

She chuckled. "That's the odd thing Frisk. Its unknown. Your mother and Sans do have a close relationship, but whether it being romantic was always a anyone's guess. However I did chose to have you two fall in love. Yes."

"Why? Why would you...if she was better then I..." The tears were heavier now as the thought that our love was manipulated coursed harshly through me. The pain was, seemingly worse then the stab in the heart. It never seemed to end.

A pair of arms wrapped around my middle as she held me to her. Her presence warm and comforting as she whispered, "Shooo Frisk. Please don't think that way. Let me explain a few things first okay. First of all, you two do infect love one another, in a way. Just because I said so didn't exactly make it true. You guys clicked down there didn't you?"

I thought for a moment. Every meeting from the first time he stood behind me in those snowy woods years ago. It did seem to click. His humor, his light wit, the way he talked about his brother. Even when I knew deep down it was all for my mother that he spared me, I believed he did care in some small way.

I smiled faintly and she squeezed me a bit before letting go. I felt her step away and, as I watched, hundreds of thousands of lines shot from the white box. They merged with other boxes, and spread out like a web. Even after long moments passed it kept going.

"What are those?" I asked in awe.

She seemed to smile sadly as she said, "The other dimensions Frisk. Your story is well known to hundreds of thousands of people all over the world. From your one adventure, hundreds of thousands of interpretations have merged. All different in their own way based on the person who imagined it."

"And is this one...the one I'm currently a part of...one of them?"

"Yes."

I sighed and held myself in the darkness.

"So...tell me...why did you have me go through all that? Why did you make me live all of those horrid things? Why did you kill the Temmies daughter, those guards, and the kings lover? So many deaths." My anger at her rose again as I turned to face her only to behold a creature I didn't recognize.

She looked every bit like a monster as any other, except in her presence. It was to alien. She was five foot three with a cat like head, long tufted ears, two horns like I had when I was a monster and a singular horn on her nose. Sharp, vampire like fangs protruded from her black lips and glowing neon blue tattoos decorated a few parts of her body. Her upper body was like a human woman but furred with red, black, and blue coloring decorating her entire form. Her hair like main was so vividly white that it seemed to shine in the dark as it seemed to defy gravity with its animeish style. She had thick thighs that ran down to smaller but powerful raptor like legs and feet. At her stomach region, a kangaroo like pouch rested. A large dolphin like tail waved behind her gently and two small bat like wings flapped lazily in the air.

But what caught my attention the most was the similarity of her eyes.

They looked just like mine!

Swirling amber orbs, reptilian in nature, and always seemed to change.

My heart nearly stopped as she answered, "I did...I did that so you could grow Frisk. I needed you to know the cruelty of the world you live in. What you lived through I to have gone through as well. Not as severally as you did, mind you, but I lived much of it. But unlike you, I never had the power to stop it from happening."

I blinked as a cold sensation ran through me. Trapped in something you could not brake free from...even something like I had been through. I looked away from the creature until she spoke again.

"I have made you, Sans, Papyrus, and the others live through the trials of the worst humans could possibly visit upon things and situations they don't understand. Nor wish to understand. Yet I also gifted you all with the people who don't care about your looks or backgrounds. People who would in fact, help and guide you out of the goodness of their hearts. Both sides of the coin exist Frisk. To that extent I have gifted you with something even more profound. A gift to alter your world as you see fit. But it's up to you on how you use this gift."

I shake my head violently. "How could I possibly have a choice! You control everything I say, do, and feel! How can I...I chose?"

She smiles faintly at me as she walks up to me and places her hands upon my arms gently.

"You have more power then you know Frisk. You might have realized it by now but, your a part of me. Hell in a sense, you are me, and you have so much more power then you even realize. Even the priests themselves don't know the amount of power you hold. That's why they are afraid of you. Afraid of any children you might have or have had. Because the power is so unknown."

I gaze at her cautiously. "What...do...you mean?"

"Your ability to shift your forms. To stop, slowdown, and start up time. Strength, speed and so much more. You have the abilities of an outsider Frisk. Which means, the ability to go outside of the rules. You can bring the Temmies daughter back at any time if you wished. Save the kings lover, or even make the priests disappear with the snap of your fingers. It's all in the palm of your hand. However you must remember that with every action, there is a stronger reaction. If you bring back a life, another more precious life must fall. With a major act of destruction, another more violent act will follow. Your powers, will be your greatest ally and your most horrid enemy, if you don't think before you use them first."

I breathed harshly as I said, "What do I do then? I can't bring the Temmies daughter back in fear that, maybe Sans or Papyrus would..."

She nods, "Its all part of reaction dear. I would suggest, its a suggestion okay. To let things remain as they are. It's said and done now. Concentrate on using small amounts of your power to defeat the priests in a final showdown. Force them to fight one on one, using just enough of your current power to take them on. But you also know they wont play fair."

"I know."

She nods, "Get the help of the humans and monsters. Let them realize the severity of the priests power. Let them aid you, and when you have their aid, nothing would stop you. But you must obtain that unbreakable bond of trust and loyalty. Just be truthful about the situation and don't lie."

I nod as tears ran down my face. This all seemed so unreal. I had all of this power to begin with. How was I suppose to know...how...was I going to handle all this?

She leans over and brings me to her furred body. She holds me close and whispers gently, "Your choices Frisk. Are yours. You can be a human or a monster. Good or bad. Love or destroy. But...but I hope you remain good. I hope that you remember your pain and suffering and protect others from such a fate. Do that and you'll receive the ultimate prize."

"What is that?"

"Peace Frisk."

My heart warmed at her words and she leaned back and smiled. "Now go back Frisk. Go back and put some fear in that fucking Prince's heart. Show him your powers and save yourself and Sans. Just remember every action has a reaction. Whatever you do, it will make you weak okay. Just...please be safe and get out of there as fast as possible. You would know what to do okay."

I nod sharply. A wavering smile on my face as I looked at the creature before me. As I looked into her eyes that were so much like my own I said, "You know...I still hate you don't you. This dosen't change anything. You could have done this long ago. Told me...made this easier." She frowns and a touch of sadness enters her eyes.

"However I will forgive you for being a huge bitch this once. Even though it might take some time for me to really forgive you."

A small smile spread over her face as she retorted, "Yep your a chip right off the old block. Can't live with hurting someone elses feelings for to long huh?"

I glare at her, "Oh shut up."

She giggles happily as she begins to fade in the darkness.

As she disappears a thought struck me and I cry out, "Wait! Whats your name?!"

A faint chuckle rings through the air as she replies back softly.

Zecon...Zecon Zimorian.

…...

The next moment, I opened my eyes and found myself staring into a pair of glowing stars. The pain in my stomach and the growing coldness in my stomach told me exactly were I was. I had been placed back in the mirror room locked in a deadly embrace with Sans. Sans eyes stared back into mine with a knowledge of what had just happened. He knew that we had just died and some how were returned to this point in time. The confusion on his face showed that he had no clue how we even got back here.

"Twoooo looovveresss... One miiiisssiiiooon...Faillleddd to fooolllooowwww..." The man said as he jerked the blade sharply with a twist of his wrist.

I hissed and heard Sans groan at the sensation. The man once again ran his speal. I knew who he was and I knew now what I was. As I was forced to stare at him once more I felt no fear. I knew that whatever Zecon did to me, she had only altered one thing that would tip the scale in my favor. My understanding of my own power.

"You remember me well don't ya sweet heart? You remember the days I came to you, the nights I rode you?" He was looking for a reaction. Horror, disgust, something.

What I gave him was a dead eyed stare. The prince's smile quickly turned into a frown and he moved to jerk the blade again. I gave him a deadly smirk and it froze his hand. As I smiled at him I concentrated on Sans and thought to him, 'Sans, I'm going to teleport. Whatever you do don't move. Trust me my love...please."

He was confused but nodded as he held onto my arm.

The prince tried to move once more but found only air as I teleported me and Sans away. We ended up on the other side of the room. The sword now in Sans hands. Sans looked at it with awe and amazement as he did not understand how it went from being impaled in our own bodies to being in his grip. Blood continued to run down my front and back as I concentrated souly on Sans and our current situation. I stemmed off the flow just enough to not kill me to fast. If anything I would survive if I was careful. That would be enough.

The prince of the priests stared at us with growing horror as he realized what had just happened. He seemed to know what had caused my change.

And he was afraid.

"Come out! Come out you fools! The Outsider has awakened among us! Quickly! Kill destroy! Bring low the outsider!" he cried his eyes widened in fear. The mirrors flew apart as hundreds of priests and followers mindlessly fell upon us. An endless stream of bodies, twisting and shouting, falling upon us with the intent to kill.

Sans readied himself, but I calmly held out a hand...and time stopped. My husband looked back at me and witnessed my cold detachment as I held onto his hand tightly in my own. I stepped forward and tugged his hand and pulled him gently with me. He followed, still holding the sword in his other hand tightly. The frozen fragments of shattered mirror shards glittered around us like gems as we walked among the suspended debris. The bodies of the priests and their followers were stuck in the air like paused bugs. The floor was clear of anything, which made it all the easier to get to the princes side.

We finally stopped before the prince, his eyes still affixed to where we were moments ago. I took a few moments to look at him, really look at him. What I saw was a sad excuse of a man. One who took his pleasure from whatever was around him, not caring if they felt anything. He only cared for himself. Only cared for his own needs.

I shook my head at him and turned to Sans. My eyes took in his lovely glowing eyes, now free from the poison and wounds that plagued him moments ago. He looked back with curiosity and puzzlement. I smiled and leaned over and brought my hand up to the back of his head. I kissed him gently. Kissed him with a surety of my love for him. He returned it as he leaned in and brushed my lips with a glowing smooth tongue. I responded and we deepened it until we had no choice but to pull back just to breath. Our foreheads touched and we gazed at one another for long moments. His beautiful eyes staring into mine with a question.

I smiled in answer before saying, "Give him something to remember us by. Until we meet again to end this once and for all."

Sans smiled darkly.

( Okay guys okay. Here we are! Chapter 38. :D Now I don't know how you guys felt about me braking the fourth wall, but I've had the idea for a long while now. I just hope you guys still enjoyed the chapter and will come back for future chapters :D. Also some of the comments you guys sent me made me so very happy. I was moved by quite a few of them and it makes me happy to see them. It really does. I also had and idea, its not a sure thing, to read your comments on a you-tube video at some point in the future. If you guys are interested let me know in the comments. The more comments I have the more I know I need to make it into a real thing. So please comment away, ideas, feelings, hell even criticism would be taken. Just no mean comments just to be mean please. Anyway I love you guys so much and I hope, really hope that I see ya again next chapter. Adieu my lovely readers. Until next time. :3 )