Gift for Halloween!
Violence and gore present, viewer discretion is adviced.
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Why give up? Why give in? It's not enough, it never is. So I will go on until the end. We've become desolated, it's not enough, it never is. So I will go on until THE END.
"…Why even try?"
"You don't understand, this is a unique opportunity!"
"You'll never see 'em again."
"Will you let me down on this Sans? You know our work here will change everything."
"Just give up, I did."
And then Sans woke up without knowing where he was, the only thing he saw was black, it didn't feel like a dream since he couldn't move and he didn't remember how he got there.
"Really, while I was sleeping? That's too cruel even for you"
For years he tried to create an access to this world. Now that he was there against his will didn't make him happy to be precise.
"You took the 'void' part too seriously. Like always…but I Gotta hand it to ya G, you never learned when to–"
"NO! I don't need anyone!" A voice burst the place and in his mind, all of a sudden Sans saw Frisk injured and bleeding, barely able to stand on his feet and in front of him was a giant floating being with goat aspect.
"Kid? Frisk?" Sans tried to call him, then he realized he could mutter a word. He tried again to scream, but it was of no use, he couldn't even move or teleport.
"STOP IT! Get away from me! You hear me!? I'll tear you apart!" The unknown being fired a blitz of projectiles. Frisk could only dodge so much before many of them hit him and made him fall to the floor.
Sans tried once again to reach for the kid. None of this made sense. Why couldn't he move? Who was that guy? Why he talked like he knew Frisk?
"I'm not ready to say goodbye to someone so special like you again…" The being stopped his attacks, but that didn't help Sans to tranquilize himself. This was far from over.
"So…please…STOP doing this…AND JUST LET ME WIN!"
"Frisk!"
The being shot a beam of light upon Frisk. Sans closed his, he was so coward he wasn't able to see Frisk's death. "Guess that flower was right all along, I'm just a smiley trashbag."
"Stop it! Stop it now!" The being screamed. Sans opened his eyes and found Frisk still standing beneath the beam like it was nothing, walking towards it. He was getting closer and closer till the being was within his reach. The light grew so big and bright Sans had no option but to close his eyes.
After a while, he opened them again, but everything was back to black, and Frisk nor The Being was nowhere to be found. The Being's voice was the only thing that remained echoing in Sans' mind until he found out who the voice belonged to.
"Sans!" Someone called him screaming. "Sans, wake up!"
"Eh? What?" Sans looked around to find his brother in front of him.
"Could you NOT sleep for once in your life!? We can go to the surface!"
"I wasn't-What did you say?
"Ahg! Don't ever think I will allow you to slack here any further!" And just like that Papyrus ducked to grab Sans by his arm to carry him as he used to do until they both exited The Underground. In their way, Papyrus explained Sans what happened since he fell sleep. Despite the fact that reaching the surface was every monster's dream—Something that should make Sans happy. There was something off for Sans that didn't quite fit in.
And that was what Papyrus was telling him.
He believed him. But he didn't just do because he was his brother and he knew he would never lie to him. Everything he was so…true…so right. He felt like he already knew every word coming from Papyrus' mouth.
They finally got outside and joined everyone at a ravine's edge staring at the city in the distance. Toriel, Undyne, Alphys and Asgore.
Sans found them all with their eyes all shiny and amazed, like if they could hardly believe this was happening.
He personally was not so sure about this. The surface could be every monster's dream but there were exceptions. But on the other side. What could he complain about? Somehow, Papyrus was happier than usual.
If he was happy, Sans would be too. Everyone would be happy too.
Or that was what he thought until his eyes fell on Frisk, the small kid looked like he was barely breathing. The more Sans looked at him the more Sans asked himself if he was even…there. All unreachable and ignorant of where he was.
And just like if someone whispered into his ear, Frisk waked up from his trance and slowly turned his head to Sans.
They both met their glares without doing nothing. Frisk just looked at him with bewilderment like if he didn't know who he was looking at.
"What's wrong, Kid?" Sans thought.
Frisk seemed to finally react and his expression drowned in fear as he opened his eyes. Instead of finding normal humans eyes, Sans found nothing, pure, solid black like an endless void.
And like someone who turns off a light in a room, the world went black for a second. When Sans was able to see again he and Frisk were alone. Before Sans could look for his brother, Frisk emitted a deafening scream as he started to run towards him.
Right before Frisk could lay a hand on him the world faded to black once more. Sans could not see Frisk anymore. Only his scream resounded through his skull. Floating around his mind. The more he heard it the more it distorted into a voice, calling him and cracking the darkness until he opened up his eyes.
"Sans! "Sans, wake up! Don't think I will let you arrive late at work again! I was serious the other 241 times I told you about it!"
Sans managed to crawl out of his bed and follow his brother to his sentry post in Snowdin. Papyrus would not let Sans shortcut his way out of job right at the very start. All the way Papyrus didn't stop rambling about how today felt like a special day.
"I can feel it, Sans! I feel it in–!"
"Your bones?" He thought.
"–In my bones!"
Of course, Sans knew what he would say, that was a classic one, there was no other reason for it to be so easy to guess.
Shortly after Papyrus left him alone in his sentry post he quickly fell sleep.
When he waked up he went to the door at the other side of the forest where he practiced his "knock knock" jokes
It has been a while since he started throwing jokes at nobody when he heard footsteps coming from the other side of the door. Sans was 'bout to greet her friend when the door started to open.
"A special occasion requires a special welcome." Sans thought, and hid with the intention of giving her a little scare. But he turned out to be the surprised one when he saw a human leaving the ruins.
Oh well, a good joke should never be wasted.
Before the human got much further he heard a loud CRACK behind him, only to turn and find nothing but a broken branch. Then he perceived footsteps, he turned once more prepared to face whoever was there.
Suddenly a shadow rose behind him, covering his silhouette.
"Human..." Sans began. And even though it was for only a second, he could see how the human flinched and shrank over himself. Immediately he regained his original composure and looked Sans over his shoulder as his pupils dilated as soon as he saw Sans.
"…You haven't been told not to wander with–"
"Strangers?" The human interrupted. "But if you know me better than anyone Sans."
He turned around, took his hand and from a second to another, he was no longer in the snow covered forest.
He found himself on a precipice at the top of a hill, with nothing in front of him but a city faraway and a blinding light on the horizon, Sans closed his eyes due to the light and when he opened them again, he returned to the Underground and now all he saw the faces that he had known all his life, happy faces that fell into desperate faces, in anger, in tears, and then collapsed into dust. Piles of dust everywhere with an eternal silence that flooded his head. At the end of that dusty road he found the human back in the forest, seeing him with those eyes wide open and perplexed, full of expectation attentive to the slightest change, a crooked smile with that macabre expression.
Like he had seen in it-
In the…When he…he and…after the…He realized didn't remember. Then why? Why that human's face was engraved in his memory?
"I know you know, Sans."
Sans stood still with his mind blank, not sure what to think of all this. By the time he reacted and came out of himself Frisk was no longer anywhere near, but he could still hear his voice.
"And that's what'll make this even better."
His first instinct was to find his brother, but he could not find him anywhere. Usually that wouldn't worry him, if it wasn't because he didn't find any member of the canine guard either, all of his sentry posts were empty.
He took a shortcut into Papyrus' puzzles, and then to the town.
To his surprise the town was empty. Everything was as if nothing had happened, colorful and energetic, but dead and silent at the same time. He couldn't even be distracted by the sound of his footsteps, muffled by the snow.
He explored the now ghost town until he left it and found his brother's scarf in the snow.
Why was he shivering if he didn't feel the cold?
He thought for a moment about putting it on, but ...
"I can't," his smile trembled for a second. "I'm not so...heh, cool..."
After putting the scarf in his jacket, he took a shortcut to Alphys' lab to seek his help, but when he arrived he was just like Snowdin, the whole place messy as if he had to hurry away with the least.
Before leaving something caught his attention. The chambers of Alphys.
They had recorded Frisk from Snowdin to The Core. When the recordings were finished, the camera showed where the human was currently.
It was Frisk and Mettaton fighting on their show. And from what he could see, Mettaton was losing.
He was missing an arm, his robotic body emitting sparks nonstop. Frisk killed off Mettaton's last Meta-Bots and scrambled to the largest robot.
Before he could reach his target, Mettaton launched self-directed missiles at the human, quickly Frisk took a great leap that would allow him to get to where Mettaton was.
Mettaton was quicker and aimed his plasma pistol at Frisk and hit a shot that sent the human rolling down to the ground and the missiles soon changed course to chase him. Frisk got up as soon as he could and drew his pistol at the missiles but he was out of bullets. The missiles were about to hit him. As last and only resource Frisk threw his pistol at the missiles.
BOOM
The blast radius hit Frisk and he flew away as the explosion filled the room with smoke.
Mettaton fired the laser at him as fast as he could through the smoke left and right. As soon as he activated his thermal vision to scan the room, the first thing he saw was the figure of the human jumping on him with knife in hand and giving him a thrust that cut his arm right before sticking his knife into Mettaton's chest.
That was when Mettaton realized that he had lost. All was silent apart from Mettaton's occasional whimper of pain.
"Gh...I guess you don't wanna join my fan club?" And with that Mettaton's body hit the ground with a sharp thump.
Mettaton's soul left his body and Frisk immediately took it in his hands to crush it to pieces.
Frisk left and shortly after, the stage lights began to go out one by one, they filled with darkness until the camera was turned off and Sans was left with his reflection on the black screen.
Sans knew that it would not be long for Frisk to reach Asgore. With no one in his way, he would be arriving in no time.
Unless…
Shortly after, the echo of footsteps broke the silence in the Last Corridor. Frisk kept going his way until he met Sans in the middle of the hall.
"Hey." Sans started. " You've been busy huh? So I'll understand if you haven't realized that this little "game" of yours…has been a bit expensive." Frisk only responded with a smile full of false innocence. As if he had broken a plate and pretended he didn't know anything.
"Is it fun being a little bastard? I've had enough time to think and… I wanted to ask you something.
"Do you know what my definition of fear is? No, something better. Do you know what the difference is between something that is scary and something that scares?"
"Something scary, is, entering your house, in the dark and suddenly a clown mannequin falls on you. Is finding a person you love covered in blood, only to find that he was actually ketchup. It's playing a joke on someone just for the laughs. Of course, I don't expect you to understand. "
Frisk pressed his lips in a straight line as he let go a sigh through his nose and commanded himself to move on, but as soon as he stepped forward Sans stopped him with a bone that nearly pierced through his head. Had he taken another step, Frisk's head would have been impaled in a bone various meters in the air.
"But, something that scares..." Sans looked at the windows in the corridor. "… It's seeing how everything around you falls down and you can't do something. It's seeing wherever you go, and find everybody dead. It's scares...not knowing why you do what you do. And now that you're here, and I see you, I realize something." It was then that Sans looked Frisk in the eye for the first time.
"You. Scare me." Frisk's smile only grew at his words.
A Gaster Blaster appeared above Sans and began to advance towards Frisk, who before he could do anything was stopped and surrounded by a small circle of bones sticking out of the ground.
"But I will fight my fears."
As soon as the Blaster fired, Frisk jumped out of the circle dodging the laser, but Sans stopped him mid-jump by grabbing his soul with his magic and impaling Frisk on one of the bones through his stomach to the floor.
Blood splattered like a little explosion and painted the floor, the pillars and the stained glass. Sans would have left the human for dead, but he could still see him shaking as his blood fell to the floor.
The bones disappeared and Frisk ended up falling to the ground in the pool of his own blood. He was still conscious but could not move, only he could hear Sans footsteps approaching and saw him die before his vision turned black.
And with that one last bone came out of the floor finishing Frisk right through his chest. But this did not calm Sans, as he knew that this had only just begun. And with that...
100.
200.
300.
439 deaths.
The Last Runner returned to his original state after each reset, but he did not. Each battle took a heavy toll on him. He didn't know how long he could go on like this.
Of all those attempts, Sans was left with one of them etched in his memory.
He and Frisk had been in combat for a long time, at this point Frisk was able to survive long enough that Sans was out of breath. He alone used the time he could get to take a break, while he waited for the human to make a mistake due to fatigue, because it had to happen.
It. Just. Had. To.
"Something, anything." Sans threw Frisk to the end of the corridor into the wall and dodged a bone burst through his skull had he not moved in time and resumed his offensive.
"Please."
When Frisk was only a few meters away from his target, Sans raised a wall of bones. Frisk knocked it down with his knife in one cut. When the wall fell, Frisk found a Blaster between him and Sans, the Blaster fired, Frisk dodged one, two, three lasers. On the fourth shot the human found the opportunity to jump onto one of the remaining standing pillars and use it as momentum to mount the Blaster.
With just his bare hands Frisk turned the blaster towards Sans, and fired at the skeleton. Sans vanished in a second out of the attack area and threw a stout bone at the Blaster that broke it into pieces, Frisk lost his balance before he could jump off the Blaster and fell.
Before his body hit the ground, Sans summoned a sharp bone right where Frisk would land, piercing through his stomach and getting impaled in the middle of the spear.
Blood dripped from his body and trickled down to the floor. A few seconds later, Sans disappeared the bone and Frisk ended up falling to the ground with a heavy thud.
Sans just rested while he waited for the human to reset after that.
One minute. Two. Nothing. Sans got closer to look what happened to the human, as Frisk saw him approach shuddered and twisted as he tried to get up, over and over and over again.
"What...you can't...get up?" He said between sighs. "Don't tell me that...you woke up with a dead spirit."
Frisk just gave Sans a livid look. With one last effort he slit his own throat with his knife and ripped the cut as deep as possible. The red pool quickly grew as the blood shoots fired staining Sans' feet; while he just stared.
"You sick fuck," He whispered before Frisk died and the world was flooded in black.
In less than a blink Sans found himself in the Corridor as if nothing had happened to the human in front of him.
And once again they began.
Sans was running out of strength. He didn't know how long he could go on like this. But what other option did he have?
Frisk dodged a row of bones by jumping over them and threw his knife at Sans who blocked him by summoning a thick wall of bones in front of him. He didn't see it but he could feel the crack left by the knife as it dug into the bones so hard that Frisk threw it.
Right after landing, a Blaster was waiting for him ready to shoot him, Frisk took advantage of the wall that separated him from Sans to jump on top of the Blaster. Frisk noticed that the Blaster had left quite a few cracks in the wall, then as fast as he could, he jumped off the blaster and ran to the wall and smashed it to pieces.
Dozens of bone fragments flew out of the blow and various pieces embedded in the ceiling, the floor and in every corner. And to Frisk's no surprise, Sans was further away than he anticipated.
After Frisk crossed his little defense, with the last of his strength, Sans summoned a pile of bones encasing Frisk. In the process Frisk was beaten several times and in the process Frisk lost his knife out of his reach. Frisk ended up incarcerated in a small cage made of bones and just as he processed what had happened to him, he wasted no time in trying to break free to no avail.
For the first time in a long time, Sans lowered his guard, resting his hands on his knees with heavy sighs. On the floor he could see a piece of glass in which he could see the reflection of him, his darkened eyes, the blood on his clothes and the feeling to know that blood was not his, and the everlasting smile from him. His empty, fake smile.
"No." He thought as he closed his eyes. He wasn't tired, he was ...
Sick.
Sans stared at the human and how he tried to pull one of his arms through the holes in his makeshift cage in his attempts to reach Sans.
"Listen, kid, I'm going to make it simple, whether you tell me you'll leave to never come back, and I'll just end you again and never see ya. Or you and I stay here, great idea, right?"
Frisk let out several grunts that Sans could barely understand.
"I'll take that as a 'no'. Too bad, In that case I would make myself comfortable here. Oh, and whatever you hoped to get out of all this, yeah, I don't think so. Keep dreaming freak."
And there they stayed. Sans kept to himself to just stare, while Frisk kept trying to bring out his arms through the holes in his cage. After many minutes in silence, Sans laughed.
"Heh, is kinda funny now that I think about it, I don't believe something like you can dream. Is almost like if someone betrayed you when you need them the most. And that made you a crybaby, and this is just a big tantrum of yours."
Then something changed. Sans could feel like something breaking. He could feel a monstrous force. Cracks in his bones. He turned around in time just to watch Frisk break through his prison with his bare hands.
Sans tried to stop him throwing bones at his back, but on impact they smashed as if they had collided with metal.
Before he could do anything else, a big "CRACK!" Echoed through the room and Frisk came out of his prison and jumped on Sans knocking him to the ground. He hit his skull with his fists over and over and over again. He went on without stopping even after his knuckles began to bleed and each punch painted Sans's face with blood and consequently the floor, until it was all red and gold, over and over again. When he had had enough of hitting him, he grabbed his head by the sockets of his empty eyes and started slamming it into the ground until one of them broke, whichever came first.
Each hit just cracked the floor more and more. When Frisk's arms got tired he grabbed his head by the jaw on both sides with both hands and started pulling her. Seeing that this didn't work, he pressed his foot against Sans neck and stomped on him repeatedly as he continued to pull.
Eventually, the ligament in his neck broke and Sans' head was separated from his body. As quickly as he could, Frisk threw the skull with all his might across the corridor, leaving a small hole in the wall after impacting before he fell to the ground.
Frisk got up from Sans' inert body, but not before stepping over it and walk to where the head fell.
Heavy footsteps as well as heavy breathing was all that was heard.
Halfway through, Sans's body turned to dust.
The job was done.
He just had to finish it.
He got to where Sans skull was, knelt down, took it with both hands, turned it to see him face to face once more. Just like Frisk expected, eyes black and empty.
And that damn eternal smile on his face.
He slammed the skull against the ground. A crack that only grew with each blow Frisk made with Sans's head. And again.
Frisk continued like this for several minutes even after his arms went numb. Each hit was a revenge for every time Sans had killed him. Every stupid joke he ever told.
For getting in his way.
In the end, the skull in his hands gave first and broke into pieces, falling to the floor.
Frisk just looked at his work with glee, as if it were his Magnum Opus.
It was then that he heard something in the distance. He turned his head so fast that he could hear something crack in his neck.
Voices, Frisk couldn't understand what they were saying, he just listened as one of them spoke between whimpers. And another voice, calmer and serene.
"The traitor and the old man." Frisk heard, and despite not knowing the voice, he just nodded accordingly.
He left the remains of Sans' skull and followed the sound of those voices. For the first time on his journey. His body fell exhausted to the floor. His legs were barely responding.
Far from giving up, he crawled until his eyes fell on a small golden light that the closer he got, the more it grew. As if it were your sunrise after a night in hell.
He touched the light and his pain, weariness, and injuries disappeared as he found his knife in his hand once more.
And in his mind, only one word remained.
Determination.
Fun fact: I was supposed to publish this last year, but between my lack of organization and me entering a contest time passed me by, and didn't feel comfortable releasing this so late, so, here it is.
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