Sans tried to relax her with some cheerier chat for the evening. Since it was harder for her to find cheery moments being soul-gagged for so long, he took the reigns of the conversation.
He told her about some moments he had with Papyrus, when he got the best of him. Some of them made her laugh and smile, but not for a decent long time. Okay, me. We broke her heart, her soul's divided, and I know you didn't do that for shits and giggles. What can I do?
He sat with her in the living room to watch some old rerun channels of Mettaton. He just went to the station, grabbed some old disks of Mettaton's, and shoved them in.
He basically controlled all of Underground TV, just for them. As he sat back down with her, he noticed his pocket was crunching. Not like his Grillby wrappers though.
"Do you have a Grillby burger in your coat?" Farrah didn't miss the noise either.
"Probably just a wrapper." Sans reached in and felt a few sheets of tiny paper. What the heck? He pulled out the pieces of scratch paper hanging out in his pocket:
Blame yourself, you were the one who commanded I get you as close as possible to her before I left.
Yeah I already knew, Duh.
No, I'm not telling Papyrus.
You're married to her for real, Smiley Trashbag! Ha!
Sans looked at the notes and tried to rearrange them in the right order. Either way, he knew he wasn't going to be thrilled with the whole thing. Maybe this is the first one? I left him an explanation.
Yeah, I already knew, Duh.
Then . . .
No, I'm not telling Papyrus.
Why is he not going to tell Papyrus? Sans wanted him to tell his brother that him and Farrah were over there until things got better. Papyrus was gonna be worried.
You're married to her for real, Smiley Trashbag! Ha!
Damn it. What the heck did he do that for?
Blame yourself, you were the one who commanded I get you as close as possible to her before I left.
Damn it times two? Why'd I say that? Sans wasn't a loving sucker. If he was somehow infatuated with Farrah on the other side, he wouldn't just decide to make that happen.
The order looked right. Asriel telling him off, being mean to Papyrus, then telling him the marriage was real and he said so. But? This was the last message between them.
He could have written everything down on one sheet. That meant it was supposed to be a puzzle? Dang monster thing over here. I swear, we never did this in Delta Rune. So the answer probably wasn't exactly what he was easily finding.
Not if it were a puzzle.
"Are you okay?" Farrah asked him from her chair. "Sans?"
"Yep." Thank goodness she could never hear his thoughts. He tried rearranging again. Maybe the Papyrus thing was too close together to the 'duh' statement. Otherwise it would have fit together on the same sheet. Then where could it go?
Sans studied the pieces for some time. Asriel was definitely Asgore's son, this was tricky! Freaking King of Puzzles kind of guy. Even Papyrus would be feeling stumped on this one. Final message. There's gotta be an explanation hiding in here.
"Do you need help?" Farrah asked. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing." Just somehow commanding myself to get married to you, while at the same time trapping you in the Underground. "I got it. It's a puzzle for me. Fun times." Not.
Sans shoveled the four messages through in different ways. There was only one way though that seemed to . . . work. That gave the best message he could get.
You're married to her for real, Smiley Trashbag! Ha!
Yeah, I already knew, Duh.
Blame yourself, you were the one who commanded I get you as close as possible to her before I left.
No, I'm not telling Papyrus.
The best combination he could get. Sans tapped his bony fingers on the arm chair. I don't get to remember the other timeline I guess, so I had to be logical. I could have just told Asriel everything, but why would I tell him? I still don't get that part.
Sans kept looking at the papers. Asriel married me off to Farrah for real. Short funny gag, it's a human thing, but it sounds like I wanted that? Why would he want to be married in a human way?
He glanced back toward Farrah. No way. "Hey, Farrah? When's the last time I used my magic on you?"
She looked back toward him. "Magic on me?"
"Yeah. Like uh, this?" Sans made the tiniest nudge, not even a 1/4 of the strength he used when she first walked through the Underground and met him.
Farrah's chair went flying backwards, almost hitting the wall. He quickly stopped it. Even her hair had been pushed backwards oddly.
Farrah fixed her hair. "A little more gentle maybe?"
Oh. "So, I'm married to ya."
Farrah shrugged. "I'm married to you and Papyrus."
"Nope, just me, and not just the way you are thinking." Sans took his little thumb and scooted her easily back in place. "Asriel got us married to the human that was a real marriage official guy."
Farrah didn't seem to know what to say. "Why would he bother?"
"There's only one reason." Sans got out of his chair and disappeared.
—-
Waterfall
"Come on, you guys are growing all the time, where are you at now?" Sans looked around for some echo flowers. If he was going to say it, he wanted to do it in at least some kind of nice way. The ecosystem kept changing without all the monsters contributing.
He finally found one. He appeared back in his own room and grabbed something too.
Back to his home
Then he appeared in front of her again. "I would have given a Grillby burger if I could." He gave her some monster candy and an echo flower.
Farrah took both of them but looked confused. "Why are you giving me this?"
"Because, I'm married to you as a monster," Sans revealed. "Since I wanted Asriel to get closer to you more on your side?" How could he explain it? "Okay, Farrah, say you didn't want to share too much about another timeline. It should stay forgotten, mixing timelines is bad."
"Uh huh."
"Yeah, but you needed to make up for something. So, you would need to find a way to make it happen. Enter an ass that took part of your soul that you can take back? A little deal was probably made." Even Asriel would be cautious about what to say.
" . . . uh huh?" Farrah's cheeks became red. "We are . . . so I mean, we really were . . .?" She looked toward the gifts again. "You said you would have given me a Grillby burger if you could. So this isn't just a normal 'we-fell-in-love' thing, is it?"
"Nah. I think I married you to kill you." Sans watched her eyes. He could feel her soul changing. "Farrah?"
—
/The Other Timeline's Past/
Sheheld her knife tightly. She watched the skeleton. She had tired him out enough, he should be able to go to sleep soon. Like always. Nothing changed.
He had tried to befriend her. They had even gotten closer. Good friends. Even though he couldn't remember her each time everything was undone, he was still able to see they were friends.
They seemed to pick up each time, so well together. Farrah felt like she had even started to become more than friends. A couple of times when she saw him, she started to blush and felt a little overwhelmed.
The last time she saw him, he was at his hot dog stand. Waiting, awake for once, while Undyne came by. When she asked how he'd been able to stay awake, he just admitted that he was worried about her.
She was 'a cutie that didn't deserve to be chopped up so easy'.
Farrah never blushed so hard in her life.
Then she woke up, there. On the ground of judgment hall. Memories of moving back onto the murdering path plagued her vision.
She tried to talk to him, but he wasn't having it. I screwed it up! How? I never raised my knife. Was it really because I felt so flustered I lost control of myself?
"Okay?" Sans stopped to look at her. "Are you telling me you went psycho just 'cause . . ." Sans whole body seemed to droop even lower. "You murdered so many just 'cause you liked me?"
Oh, that's right. He can sometimes read my thoughts.
"My brother is dead just 'cause I said you were cute?" Sans was far from relieved. "Great. Humans become killers when they like a guy. Note to self."
Damn. Embarrassing wasn't even close to the surface. Amalgamacy. I hate myself so much. I can't even like a guy without becoming a killer. No friends. She would deal with this timeline, and when it started over, she'd never deal with it again the same way.
Not a single friend. Not a single conversation. Nothing.
"You know, you make a regular monstergirl a lot more becoming," Sans said. "They make a lot more sense too. I can see how many times, somehow, you've killed me. You've killed lots of us."
Calculations.
"You're trapped in some kind of time?"
Yes.
"So times repeating and all, but you get murdery when you like someone? 'Cause I need to understand this, I don't get it."
I'm amalgamate. Two souls in one. I'm stuck in another timeline than I should be. It screws me up. I want to die but I can't. Sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry-
"So I guess you're sorry? Not even going to risk speaking to me out loud now. Had no idea I was such a dangerous chick magnet," he joked. "Your thoughts really betray you. Can't help thought though, they come through all unfiltered." He waited. "This is hell here. It's hell because you keep killing us, and it's hell because you can't stop and die."
Yes but I grow old.
"So you still grow? Then, your body and soul can stay changed?"
Farrah felt something on top of her. A very heavy but invisible weight. Squishing me to death won't help.
"Nah, 'cause you never die for good. Getting a feel on you. Gonna do something else just as sick. See if that works."
What?
"Fight me."
You want killed.
"I won't die and I won't make it easy for you."
"Resisting is pointless."
"Not if you can never win. Fight me. There's no choice."
Farrah fulfilled his wish. She fought the hardest she could, making sure he felt satisfied that he put his all into his fight. He even managed to clip her leg a couple of times.
Bleeding from her legs, she watched him eventually succumb to sleep. She would land the final blow soon, watch him scoot away calling for Papyrus to join him at Grillby's.
Like always.
When she almost hit him, he tried to move. Like always. This time though, he moved slower. The final cut still dinged him. His whole body shook as the ketchup he carried poured onto his shirt.
Still, he had a few seconds left. In that time, he spent his last moments talking to her.
"Blood or ketchup?" Sans took the smeared red from across himself and rubbed it across the crack in his bone.
Farrah almost jumped back as he touched her mouth with it.
Strange action and sickening. She watched him stumble to the actual ground. This was so much worse than usual.
Then, he did the strangest thing of all she'd ever seen. A strange large tongue tasted the blood on her ankle. No, it- ow!
What the heck? What is he doing?!
"Saying I do to my demon wife."
What? "What do you mean?"
"I mean welcome to the honeymoon from hell." He popped up. "No matter what, you can never win now. We will always fight forever in this hell. Cutie."
What? Farrah watched him stand back up, renewed. She looked at his hit points.
His hit points were half of hers. What?
"A little bit of a cracked bone from me," he said slyly as he moved back over to his side. "A little bit of a bone scrape from my tongue for you. Heh. You want to make the next move or should I, Wifey?"
Uuh? "I don't understan-?"
Farrah started bouncing around the place until her bones started to break. Then she started over at the box again. She approached him. "What was that?"
He seemed to stare at her for a bit, his light guiders completely gone. Full black. "Oh? That's interesting. Hi Honey. This is our second fight since we got married, huh? Lucky me."
Married? "Bone exchange."
"Sure, take all the romance out of it. Works for me. Let's see, how to start this? It's a beautiful day-"
Farrah felt herself once again get bounced back and forth from the top of the ceiling to the ground.
Her legs were already broken. She could barely breathe.
" . . . for me. A day out of hell for you. Let's start after a nap. Don't move."
Sans didn't feel like fighting back for a good twenty minutes. He kept his word while Farrah was busted up and couldn't move. He took a nap. She even watched the Z's pour from him and she couldn't do anything.
When he woke up? He ended her.
She was right by the box again. I can't go that way. He had half her hit points, and he slept when she was too wounded to move. He also had some kind of control of her that was just . . . way too much, she couldn't fight it. Even during her turns.
She tried to walk backward, but she found she couldn't move. Sans! Let go!
He didn't answer. She was dragged back toward the center, and spun around to look at him.
"Whoah, hey? Now that's interesting." Sans said to her. "I was just giving the usual little pull to grab attention, but I just grabbed the whole you? How come?" He stared at her for about twenty seconds. "Alright then, I can't complain. Hi Honey. This is our third fight now since we got married? Neato."
Farrah was flung over to the wall.
When she got back to her feet this time, her face was filled with rage. "Hi to you too, Honey. Name's Chara." She held her knife tightly. "Let's dance."/
—
Correct Timeline
Sans watched as Farrah started to break down. She was blowing her nose on her shirt. Making lots of noise. Didn't seem to care about being reserved at all. Guess I better do this before it gets worse. The marriage explanation was on hold. "How you doing there, Frisk?"
She looked toward him with blue eyes. "Y-you're a?!-"
"Yep, no shit, I'm a monster. Your soul is strong so be nice and try not to kill me. You'll just hurt yourself too, my leg is stuck in the barrier. Kill me and there's no way out." He explained it all up front. "Don't plan on hurting you either. I'm here to help."
She looked at herself. "What is this? Why is my skin so old?"
Frisk died when she was a young teen. How was he going to tell her without having her freak out? "You know Stephan?"
Frisk glared at him. "He pushed me down a hole. What an ass, yo!" She pushed herself to her foot and looked around. "I hate that guy! He's sooooo not my dad."
Frisk moved around the place like she'd never been there before. Farrah was long gone from her mind. "How did I end up here?"
"You fell down a hole. I found you and nursed you back to health with some magic." Huge ass lie, but she wouldn't know better. Besides, he kind of needed her to lower her guard.
The first step to help Farrah and Stephan was now in action. "Welcome to Underground, Frisk."
"Talking . . . skeleton. This is sooo going in my diary," she muttered. "I mean. Not that, you know, there's anything wrong . . . with that."
"Yeah. You are one too. You got one inside of ya," Sans reminded her, trying to make her feel at ease.
"Uh. Sure. I should go," Frisk said as she headed to the door. "I need to contact mom and the police and everybody. He freaking tried to kill me!" She got overwhelmed again. "I hate him, I sooo hate him. I don't know what to think of this place either."
"Nobody here is gonna hurt you." Sans had a new lie. "They are all pretty terrified of humans. Probably won't find a single one out there."
"Then why'd you help me?" Frisk asked curiously. "Are you a doctor?"
Doctor Sans? "Technically in a way. So, if you see other monsters, just remember they aren't there to hurt you."
"Yeah, yeah." Frisk didn't seem to take it to heart. "I guess you're okay. Thanks Mister Skeleton."
"It's Sans," Sans corrected her. "Sans the Skeleton, Frisk."
"Uh?" Frisk looked at him weird. "Guess I'm Frisk the Human."
Was that a joke or not? He couldn't quite tell as he watched her head to the kitchen and . . . grab a knife. "Hey, that's not such a good idea."
"There is who knows what out there," Frisk answered him. "I'm just a teen with like elderly skin and weird clothes and a shitty dad. I have no idea how or what is going on. I'm not taking chances." She didn't attack Sans but headed out the door.
Well? The moment wasn't going to get any better. Sans disappeared into his lab and grabbed the same thing he used to cut Farrah's soul. Sorry there, Frisk. You're a part of Farrah, but you don't get to run the show. Also, sorry? Can't save anybody without you either.
—
Waterfall
Frisk had rushed toward the warmer weather of Waterfall. Not a surprise, many humans hated the kind of cold weather Snowdin offered. Sans stood a ways away out of sight. Poor Frisk looked beside herself. Scared of even her shadow. Her trusty knife she swiped from his place was front and center though.
Yeah. If he hadn't sealed her, they'd be in trouble. The more LV she would get, the worse her need for murder. No wonder poor Farrah always kept on murdering everything.
Sans judged the distance between them. Nowhere near close enough to get struck with that knife, but not so far he couldn't bring out her soul.
Yeah, Farrah definitely wasn't Frisk. Frisk was jumpy and cursing at the shadows in between bouts of crying.
Sans made his move, and snuck up behind her, bringing her soul out. Before she could figure out what to do, he cut part of Frisk's soul.
It was still Farrah's as a whole, but the Frisk part specifically was close to the front since it was in control.
At first, Frisk freaked out, and then she mellowed out.
Then, Sans felt the soul shift. He met the other side of Farrah. The side Farrah didn't ever get to know well.
She knew Frisk's mom. Took her name. Tried to act like Frisk. Could feel some of Frisk and the past. When it came to the other side?
This would be a whole new experience for Sans.
The eyes of her were red. "Skeleton man. Did you just strike me?"
"Yeah." Best not to lie.
"Not smart." She looked around herself. "Underground sure has changed. I am in Underground, right?"
"It's had a few makeovers," Sans agreed. "Chara, right?"
"That's my name." She held her knife out. "What do you want?"
"Thanks for asking. Can I have a piece of your soul?"
"Can I have some chocolate?" She asked back.
"Sure. I think I got a bar here somewhere," he joked. "So are you going to try and kill me?"
"You were trying to kill me," Chara answered. "I'm Asgore's daughter and Asriel's sister, Jerk. You picked a fight with the wrong person." Chara held the knife with less shakiness. Precision.
Yeah, that explained it. Frisk comes out and gets scared, wicky whackying them and gaining LV. When they get tough back, it calls to Chara with her precise fightin' to step in. Asgore definitely would make sure she could defend herself.
When everything calmed down, Farrah would finally emerge. She would be left with the memories of Frisk and Chara from their acts, get depressed and emotional and if she went too far down the emotional path.
Frisk or Chara would gain the upper hand again. "What if I was to tell you that you've been dead a long time, Chara? Like a hundred years. Maybe a thousand? I forget." He shrugged. "Anyhow, a part of you is alive. You're tied to this great lady called Farrah."
That seemed to shake up Chara. "Why are you telling me that?"
"Because you're a good person," Sans told her. "That part of you that's alive, she's a good person too. You don't want to be down here fighting anymore, do you?"
Chara started to spin the knife, showing that she did indeed know how to use it. "I fight and I fight and I fight. I fight for the lame side of me that just swings out of fright. I fight for the one who can't stand me. I do nothing but fight anymore."
Who couldn't stand her? "Farrah wouldn't mind knowing part of you. She knew a great deal about Frisk, but nothing about you. She gets headaches and stuff when she tries to learn about your side."
Chara looked at her knife. "Okay, so maybe I haven't shared much of myself. Are you serious that I'm really that old, Skeleton Guy?"
"Yep."
"I'm just too different." Chara looked back at the reflection in her knife. "I felt forgotten. So forgotten that I forgot to speak up." She lowered her knife. "Asriel?"
"He's fine. He was a megalomaniacal flower, then he took some of my soul, and he's cooled off."
"You've got a penchant for either bluntly telling the true or lies. Makes it harder to tell what to do with you," Chara admitted.
"I can't help you with that one." Sans stared at her. "Can I have a bit of that soul now?"
"What do you need with this girl's soul?" Chara asked.
"Well? Frisk, the one that you keep protecting when things get hairy?" Sans pointed out. "Her dad got stuffed with a spirit of an ancient monster and an evil spirit from another dimension. He's running for leadership over the humans. I need-"
"Frisk." Chara seemed to understand. "You want Frisk to connect to her dad. Makes sense. What do you need my soul part for?"
Hmmm. "Well? I kind of married you in the wrong way I think? I really need to see how that'd be done. Oh, and yeah, if Frisk comes back too strong I can kind of shoot your soul at her to calm her down to be Farrah."
Chara had a funny expression on her face. "You married me wrong? What the hell does that mean, Funny Guy?"
Sans kicked his foot around a little. It looked like some of her memory was coming back. "I think . . . maybe I was fighting Frisk. I might have saw an opening, to uh-"
"You dirty ****er!" Chara's memories seemed to come back to her. "Ssssaaaans."
"Look, I don't know for sure whether it was nice or not." Sans' asking for Asriel to link them up on the human side was a warning it wasn't.
However, the fact Sans wanted it done the right way, meant it had to be okay in the end. He thought. Maybe? "We square?"
Sans did have the ability to weigh someone down with his magic, or make them lighter. He could even cause them to scoot a little bit. When a monster was properly married, the strength over each other with magic grew stronger. It was a natural thing from before ancient times, a monster wanted to protect it's weaker mate if it were in trouble.
A monster would be able to use their magic in a defensive manner like putting a protective shield over them or to quickly move them out of harm's way.
Sans probably used that to bounce Farrah around like a rubber ball. Especially with the way Chara was staring at him. "So? How long did it take for her to beat me?"
"Never." Chara spun her knife around her finger, like she was itching to get it into Sans. "You played with me. Not nicely. Over and over. Sometimes you would just grab me right away. Other times, you played fair until you were getting tired. Then you'd force me into your gaster blasters you bony assed mother ****er!"
"Yeah, but. Things must have got better," Sans reasoned with her. "Farrah got out with my leg, right? We escaped." He watched her eyes.
"I wasn't in control whenever that happened," Chara confessed. "I'm not always in control. I'm not the conductor."
Oh. Dang. "So, can I have a bit of your soul now? I promise I'm not gonna use any power on you. Just a tiny bit?"
"You don't need mine, you just need Frisk's," Chara disagreed. "No, you shouldn't use me to shoot into her. That's not going to help, I don't care if she's in control. Don't bother her."
"Don't bother Frisk?"
"Right. Leave her alone."
Chara seemed possessive of Frisk. "There a reason?"
"She doesn't need a monster messing with her!"
Hmmm . . . "So, how much of Frisk is you? I mean, Farrah?"
Chara didn't answer at first. Then? "Her life became tough, and it ended in a hard way. She didn't want to go. She pleaded for help."
That? I see a lot of Farrah. A whole bunch of Farrah. "How much of you is Farrah?"
"Normal teen human. Pitiful death but her determination wasn't nearly as hard. She was right there, seeking help." Chara didn't seem as focused on her knife. "She just wanted help. Beside her, I make her feel better."
Sans saw a division of the soul still, but he saw something else too. The division had a clear inside and outside. The inside was small compared to the outside. "She's less than fifty percent, isn't she?" Probably much less.
"Most of it was gone. Human souls move fast if they don't have as much determination," Chara confessed. "About 15 percent."
Fifteen percent. I knew it. Chara almost feels like Farrah. Subtract the want to kill, and making the attitude a little more friendly, and boom. Farrah. "Your soul is wrapped around Frisk. Kind of like a pig in a blanket."
Chara wasn't as amused. "So?"
"You are a lot of Farrah, but Farrah can't tap into you," Sans reminded her. "Can you tap her instead?"
"Why?"
"I like Farrah," Sans said casually. "I don't want to leave her down here alone. I'm thinking of warming up to a real date soon. Would she like a chocolate bar?"
"No. You should give it to me," Chara decided. "I've been covering her ass for awhile. I should get it."
"Maybe you should work it out?" Sans didn't know exactly what to do but he doubted this division needed his scientific solving. And? He was starting to get some new ideas about the barrier. "Maybe you can reach out instead of hiding stuff from Farrah and blaming her for not being as close."
Chara seemed to think about that. "Farrah is Farrah, she doesn't need to know about me."
"She knows a lot about Frisk though. She knows way more about her, and that's only fifteen percent of her total," Sans reminded her. "Farrah gets divided when she gets emotional."
"Not with the soul-gag. There was no problem with it then," Chara told him. "Amalgamacy doesn't always happen right. Rare enough to even attain it."
"You balance because you want to protect Frisk."
"Yeah. So."
"You are mostly Farrah's soul. Farrah needs to balance with the both of you just right."
"Eat me. I don't talk to Farrah."
Ugh. "Listen, Kid. I know you can't talk to Farrah. You can talk to Frisk though." Yep, there it was. Sans saw that look. Chara never shared anything about herself with Frisk.
What made Chara care so much about Frisk to join her? Did they have anything in common? Similar pasts? Farrah can read Frisk, but Chara puts up a huge block. Farrah could join with those two successfully, blend just right.
If Sans could make Chara break something to Frisk. "Okay, I'll give you the chocolate bar if you tell me just one thing to say to Farrah. What was the old family life like?"
"Queen Toriel, King Asgore, and the King of Dorkness Asriel."
No, no. "Before you fell down here, Kid."
Chara glared at him. Then, it softened. "My mom was named Farrah. She died when I was six. I really liked her, what I remember of her. She said she named me Chara so we would be cute together with rhyming names. She was . . . good. She worked in a chocolate factory. Whenever she came home, she'd give me hugs smelling like chocolate. After she was gone I went to live with my dad. You better have a damn good candybar."
The dad. Chara talked a little about her mom, but cut right off on him. Telling. "You didn't like your dad, huh?"
"The ****er is lucky I could never reach him." That's all Chara would answer.
"Your language is pretty violent. I guarantee Toriel wouldn't teach you that."
"I didn't speak that way around her. I said only pretty things to nice monsters. Except you."
Then she used all that language in her old life. "When'd you kick the bucket? What age?" Sans knew a lot of them messed up on Farrah when she came down. Especially him with his skeleton vision. "Older than 12?"
"Fifteen, and that's a freebie. That's not about my old family."
It kind of had been. Sans could see a deep connection. From the way Chara glared and acted? He couldn't confirm it, he really was just a calculator for the soul, but? Frisk died because of her dad. Chara's dad probably hurt her and chased her down here too. "Not a big fan of your dad?"
"Dads," Chara said. "Asgore never hurt me, but I never liked him much."
Sans got one thing confirmed. Saying 'Asgore never' and not a word more meant her other one did. Now, to pursue to the next part. "Asgore wasn't nice to you?"
"He was fine with me. I just had a problem with his side collection of human souls. They made him feel more powerful. His family power was strong but he's a wimp inside."
Uh? "Weren't you dead before he started doing that?"
She shook her head.
Did Toriel know about that too? He started collecting human souls when he still had one as a daughter?
"I don't think he ever planned on using them. They were just pretty. He kept them in pretty collectible jars. Where's my chocolate already?"
Sans nodded. A promise was a promise. He left and brought back the little candybar. He tossed it to her.
"This is a joke!" Chara complained as she waved the mini bar.
"It doesn't rain candybars down here," Sans told her. That and he was saving the good one. "It's still legit chocolate."
Chara opened it and bit into it with a smile. "I love chocolate."
Hmm. How was he going to be able to convince her to . . . to . . . Sans had a real good balance for missing one of his top leg parts. He lifted his pants to see for sure. " . . . shit." Shit. "Shit, shit, shit." Shit! "Damn!"
Chara looked at his leg. "What? I don't see anything."
"This is down in the ground deep so Farrah can't get to it if things go nuts and I die." What was it doing back there on him?
Chara just laughed at him. "Barrier Nooooooob!"
Sans looked at her. Was he missing something critical? "What?"
"You can't break a barrier the same way twice. Duh," she teased him. "Even in my time, they keep stuff that usually involves death behind them. Even if they open once, it doesn't stay open, and it won't open the same way twice. If you went out with that leg, then you can't go out with it again."
Whaaaaat? "There's nobody down here but me and all the Mrs."
"Stop joking," Chara warned him. "Anyhow, it's a barrier. Only a perfect amalgamate can bust out of it or it'll just kill us if we touch it. So how now brown cow?"
"I moooove to someone else's ideas cause I've got no idea." What was Sans supposed to do? "Shit. Do I need to have a baby with Frisk to get out?"
"Dweeb," Chara teased. "You wish. We just need a little extra power behind our hands. Then, I guess we just need to sort things out."
Sort things out? "Love to hear that idea a little more clearly."
"First. Do it," Chara commanded him, "but be nice."
Do it? "Like . . . like what?" What did she want? "I'm not into kinky."
"Geez!" Chara complained. "Do the bopping us around with your magic thing. Let's see how powerful it is when it's a different timeline."
"I tried before," Sans said. "Really powerful. Too powerful really."
"It should be tough, but not overpowerful. That's a sign it ain't working right. It should be more precise. Try again."
Good point. Sans tried to move her just a little. She didn't budge. He put more into it. She budged a whole bunch, grabbing a tree. "Real weak or too powerful."
"Then make it even out and precise, Hub! We'll need some kind of magic to survive the test to open that barrier. At least five minutes."
"Great idea. How should I fix it better?"
"How should I know that? I just know that barrier will want to kill us instantly. Make it more balanced around us, it feels like lopsided magic. Get Farrah to . . ." Chara shrugged. "To massage your bones or something."
Ooh, a nice bone massage. "Starting from the heels?"
"I don't think you caught the kinky drift intended this time. Once her feelings settle down, I'm out and she'll pull together again. After that, try something with her."
The kinky drift. Oh. "I was kidding?"
"Do you want Farrah or do you want me killing you along with an excitable Frisk?"
"Rather have Farrah."
"Then better find which bone has the romance, Funny Guy."