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I hate life :/
I had ordered something but something went wrong, then my dad took my giftcard I just got and used all the money on it. So even if I could reorder I don't have the money.
Jeez, everything goes wrong 0-0
I was so excited too. I never get things like that, because apparently going online to get something is "hard."
Lol.
I have plans for an HT animation meme or AMV. I'll take any suggestions or requests, but the song has to be something I like. Because I just can't animate if I don't like a song lol. I've tried. It doesn't work.
Currently listening to "I hate you" nightcore. Awesome :D
Also I think the song "Better than me" by Hinder fits HT Sans, at least at the moment.
Time for the actual story!
Rocky's panic wavered slightly as he took in the sight before him.
Sans had forgotten the current situation, even his knee being stomped on.
Papyrus.
In trouble.
May die.
Again.
Undyne sprang off him.
"Shit! What were you doing in MTT?! Let's go!"
Rocky opened his mouth but then turned to leave, beckoning with his curled tail to follow.
Sans huffed and forced himself up, wincing. He was just a little beat, but his recent health combined with his probably broken knee didn't help.
Sans limped after the two, struggling to keep up in the snow.
If there was one thing he wasn't going to do, it was let Papyrus die after that argument.
Sans simply refused.
He'd show life how goddamn stubborn he could be.
The thought gave him a little more will and he increased his pace, panting. God, his knee hurt.
Wait… they were nearing Waterfall…
Shortcut?
"Hey! Wait!" Sans stopped, trying to catch his breath. Why was he out of breath? He could run for hours and be peachy. He wasn't that out of shape, was he?
Undyne stopped, seemingly surprised to see him. Did she think he wasn't coming?
"We don't ha-"
"I can teleport us there from here. You got time for that?" Sans snapped.
Rocky blinked and bound over to him.
"Really? How?"
Undyne snarled and walked over. Her head was still bleeding and her skin had a couple of green bruises.
"Grab my shoulder. And don't move." Sans didn't give them the whole "pharmacy warning" he gave Frisk in a voice mimicking medicine commercials. Not enough time.
Rocky put a paw on his shoulder, and he was a little unnerved by its size?
And he wants to touch my Human? Sans growled to himself. Not over my dead body.
Undyne did the same hesitantly, and he focused hard.
His magic wasn't flowing as easily as normal. It felt irregular and sticky. Was something wrong?
Sans shook it off and zapped them all to MTT.
The second his feet hit the ground he stumbled, the world spinning. It made him feel nauseous.
The acrid smell of smoke hit him almost immediately.
Undyne and Rocky began sprinting, and he looked towards the hotel.
It was engulfed in angry flames, and it seemed the fire spread to the Core as well. Monsters crowded around at a safe distance, and he could hear crying in the crowd. Royal Guardsmen paced around the crowd, assessing needs and keeping them back.
Sans cursed and followed Undyne and Rocky.
He took them close, and although the flames were still a decent distance he felt the heat smoldering off them.
"I-I… I can't go in. I wish I could…My f-fur… I'm too big. I… I really shouldn't be asking you this, but… they need help, and… only do this if you want too, Undyne." Rocky said, his eyes sparkling with tears.
Undyne gave him a playful salute.
"No problem, especially for me! I'm always up for a challenge… especially in heat! Whoooo!"
Sans grumbled frustratedly. It was like he wasn't here. Was he-
He was cut off by a tug on his jacket.
It was his soul wolf.
God, what could you want at a time like this?!
Sans saw Undyne sprint in from the corner of his eye.
He took a step to follow, but his wolf jumped in his path. He could've walked right through him seeing as he was a ghost, but he stopped anyways.
"What?!"
His wolf glanced around before running to the side, looking at him to follow.
Sans glanced once more towards Undyne.
Should he….?
Sans felt a prickling feeling in his gut and followed the wolf into a back alley.
It led to what looked like a teenage girl hangout, except with a store counter. The wolf pointed with his nose to a passage in the back.
Is this a different way in? Sans blinked before limping over.
Smoke clogged the passage, and Sans found himself coughing. There was an odd, scratching feeling in his chest from breathing the smoke in. Magic lungs didn't like smoke either.
Sans swallowed and went in.
The once beautiful MTT was alight in orange, the well painted tiles and fancy carpets charred and burning. The fountain in the middle reflected the orange glow in the still softly running water.
Sans cupped his hands around his mouth and called.
"Paps? Papyrus!?"
No reply.
There was a cracking sound above, and Sans looked up.
The ceiling was cracking, and little orange flame slipped through, lapping the tiles with charring tongue.
Undyne has down here covered… Sans realized. But they may be upstairs. I should go up there.
Sans covered his mouth and coughed before walking over to a clear patch of wall. The ceiling had collapsed here, leaving only a hole and beams.
Sans gathered all the energy in his legs as he could and leaped. It was pitiful, to say the least. He felt like a cat jumping for a toy, but at least he grabbed a ridge on the wall.
Dammit. I really am not doing so good… Sans groaned at the pain in his arm from his cuts. He pushed off the wall and grabbed one of the beams, ignoring the dangerously close fire.
It shifted under his weight and he heard splintering.
Sans froze, dangling.
…shit.
Sans pulled himself up fast and leaped just before the beam succumbed and smashed into the wall where he just was.
Close one. Gotta go now, this isn't going to hold. Sans lifted his foot, staring at the uneven floor.
It was hard making his way around the fire. The smoke was thicker here and Sans couldn't stop coughing.
He entered the movie theater, still calling for Papyrus. His voice was raspy now.
The theater had seats that could be pushed under the ground for easy storage. They were under now, leaving a dark, wide space.
Sans walked in, inhaling to call again.
He stopped at the sound of a light crunch behind him.
Sans tuned just in time to see red.
"Crap!" Sans ducked just as a flaming beam was thrown his way.
"What the hell?!" Sans snarled, patting his jacket. An ember had landed on it.
Smoke was billowing from behind, and he couldn't see who it was.
He heard a feminine voice laughing. It was so cold…
He knew that tone.
Sans took a nervous step back.
God, please don't let it be…
"So your hearing is as sharp as your fangs, skeleton."
She stepped forward.
It was a human, Frisk's age. Wearing a similar sweater too, but green and yellow with black rims. She wore shorts and had ears and tail the color of coal. Her eyes were just little slits of red floating in black, and a dark liquid ran down her cheeks.
Sans snarled viciously, though he felt a deep fear in his soul.
"Chara."
Chara held up a knife. The blade had black streaks from the Fire.
"Oh, and he's smart too. How nice. Makes me a little less… peeved… you were the one to ruin my plan."
Sans felt anger that burned hotter that the fire around him.
"You. You're the reason… you hurt Frisk."
Her eyes crinkled with amusement. A fang poked through her lip.
"Pain is only a small price to pay for perfection, especially from someone so… stupid. Foolish, I'd say."
"Fuck you!" Sans screeched and leaped at her, fangs bared.
Suddenly, her form glitched and faded.
Sans landed on the ground only to get hit hard with something and get flung across the room.
He lay for a short while, dazed. The floor was hot… it almost felt nice. He could just close his eyes here and-
"You know, it really wasn't hard to get you here. Dangle a little piece of prey in front of a wolves nose and he comes running like a dog. Hmmm, the danger of your brother was sufficient enough. How pathetic." Chara sneered.
No. He was not going to nap.
He was going to kill.
Sans flew up with unconfined fury, his eye blazing. Gaster Blasters formed around him, sending sparks of blue against the flames.
Chara faded again.
Sans looked behind him, ready this time. This Bastard wasn't going to-
"Too. Slow."
Sans whipped his head back to the front only to get kneed in the gut.
Right where Undyne had hit him.
Sans wheezed and fell back, coughing.
Chara was over him in a second, blade pressed against his throat. The cold blade against his hard bone didn't feel nice in the slightest.
Sans felt his magic fade. Chara was twitching slightly, the black liquid oozing faster.
Her voice was full of poisonous honey.
"I can't believe I need to worry about you ruining my dreams. Look at you now… weak, tired, beaten… why is this?" Chara ran her slender fingertips along his chin, and Sans shivered. Her touch was so cold and lifeless…
"Such a waste, really… you had such potential. Both as an ally and… a wolf." Chara licked her lips, showing her fangs.
Sans wanted to back away, but he couldn't.
Chara leaned in closer. Her breath smelled heavily of blood and was cool.
"Why did you have to waste it on humanity, Sans?"
Sans's eyes widened a little.
"W-what?"
Chara chuckled deeply.
"On one little, insignificant, weak human. The one you have… affections for, don't lie."
Sans felt his teeth grind.
"Don't talk about Frisk like that." He growled deeply
Chara's eyes glowed.
"Oh, really? We are both in similar boats… we've both been bought out of everything all because of one vixen. A sheep in wolf's clothing… such irony, isn't it? You know I'm right. She's weak. She can't even… tell you the truth. Can she?"
"T-truth?" Sans echoed.
"Yes. Truth. A deceptive little fox, truly. She does not deserve the name of a wolf… she's just as clever at charades as you."
Sans's eye twitched.
"What do you mean?!"
"Oh, you should know! How… see, I wasn't in full control, you know that. She chose… she didn't fight until the end. She wanted LOVE… she was never innocent. She's weak, but she has a deep urge… she's manipulative. She has you wrapped around her little finger, trapped in a fairytale. Just like you had her. She's vengeful. Hateful. She never forgave you. It was all a joke… or, pursuit of something… a little more satisfying." Chara licked her lips again, and Sans felt a shudder go down his spine.
Manipulative?... no… that's you. I can tell… that look in your eyes… but… Sans felt cool anger. I'll show you charades. Sans felt a brush of pain from the forgiveness part. But that wasn't what she didn't forgive him for, that was in the past. But at least it made him look convinced.
"…go on…" Sans said, tilting his head.
The dark satisfaction in her face gave her dead away. God, didn't people know how to bullshit these days?
"See, a wolf… is a wild beast. They have primal schedule to eat, sleep, drink… reproduce. I have a hunch… maybe that's what she wants from you. She doesn't hold feelings to others, but instead acts partially from what she was taught to act like above ground. But she does hold feelings… I felt it. Primal ones?"
This was the most ridiculous thing Sans had ever heard, and if he didn't have a knife against his throat he'd laugh.
The last thing Frisk was interested in was sex. From anything. She wasn't the most… adept when it came to romance. There had been so many jokes about it and Frisk just sat with a poker face with no idea what they were referring too. She had a perverted sense of humor, yes (partially because of him) but she didn't draw real, live connections.
Plus, it'd be a more accurate description of him than her. He could be… Frisky. Not with Frisky, but… wait… that wouldn't be so…
Nevermind, ABORT mission.
Sans stared straight ahead, letting hurt force its way onto his features. It wasn't so hard a fib, considering… she was messing with his feeling for Frisk at the wrong goddamn time.
"Don't you see? This world… it has nothing but pain and darkness. The world I wish to create… would be rid of this pain. A perfect, painless world. Yes, what I am doing is cruel. But it's worth what I wish to create. You've given up on life… but wouldn't it be nice to put your self in another life? A perfect one?"
"…"
She's trying to get me to do something for her. Manipulative bitch.
Chara ran her fingers along his rib cage, and it took Sans all his effort to not snap her hand off. He couldn't help how his body tensed up uncomfortably.
"… what do you think, skeleton? Wouldn't it be so much easier… and you could get revenge on the vixen for her sins. You could even… take your brother into our new world, if you behave." Chara tilted her head. "Think wisely skeleton. I do not give this opportunity lightly."
"Well… I think… your offer is tempting." Sans leaned in, smiling wide.
Chara looked satisfied.
The knife slacked…
In an instant, Sans had his fangs in her shoulder and the knife knocked away.
Chara screeched. Her blood tasted sour and was almost black, though in light it was an unusually deep red.
Sans dug his teeth in and pulled back, tearing flesh.
Chara screamed and grabbed her neck, the blood squirting from the wound. It splattered the floor and sizzled as it hit the fire, sending a horrible smell through the air.
"I'm not interested. Pretty good at charades, aren't I?" Sans snarled.
She started to wave, ready to plop over dead…
Her head snapped up with a sickening crunch.
"Fool."
She summoned a new knife in her hand and leaped forward, sending black splattering over his coat.
The knife buried itself into his injured patella (kneecap).
Sans screamed louder than he had ever in his whole life. It ripped through his throat, burning with the smoke.
His vision went black for a second from the intense pain.
Chara knocked him over, leaving the blade in.
"You should have behaved. Now I must get you… out of my way. No one will ever understand. But… you just be punished, my friend. For that." Chara shook her head.
"…uuuugggnnn…w…at…" Sans forced out of his choked throat. God, it hurt so much…
Chara pointed to her neck, which had stopped bleeding significantly.
"You can't kill someone who is already dead, my friend…"
Sans squeezed his eyes shut.
D…ammit… no…
When he opened them Chara was gone.
Where…
He felt hot pain explode on his knee.
Sans screamed once more, though not as loudly as the first time. It hurt like hell to even talk, much less…
The white hot pain continued, and he realized there was a glowing hot ember on the wound.
Chara chuckled as he writhed in agony, his world tilting.
"I told you… you misbehaved. This is what happens to BAD dogs!"
Chara ground her foot into it, and Sans let out a choked gasp.
He couldn't… he just wanted to die, right now. It hurt too bad, it needed to stop, pl-
Chara let out a yell and something barreled into her from the corner of his vision.
Sans took in a shaking breath as her weight released his knee and the ember slid off. It hurt…
Sans sat panting for a swimming amount of time, only bald hearing what sounded like a bad dog fight nearby. He couldn't focus…
Sans finally got himself to sit up and look.
Blood was smeared all over the carpet from his movement. It was all black and a little deformed from the ember, and maybe from Undyne too. It made him sick just looking at it, and the deep smell of charred bone reached his nose.
Sans groaned and turned his head. What had happened…
The sounds and stopped, and Chara and the newcomer had separated. Chara had deep gashes on her face from what looked like teeth…
He recognized that purple sweater. That brown, bushy tail. That torn scarf.
He let the name struggle out of his throat.
"F-frisk?"
Ooooh, Frisky has returned!
I feel so bad for what Sans just went through. That's sick. But I just had to slip a little bit of humor into a really serious moment. Sans, the middle of a fight with a manipulative demon bent on erasing the world is not the time to think about doing dirty things with Frisk! Only Sans could do that, lol.
Frisk can do one of two things. Bitch slap him or kick the crap outta Chara and then bitch slap him. Sans needs a good slap. And Frisk has no idea what has been happening this past week. She's in for a surprise.
Chara is so damn… ugh. She's got more interest in Sans than just… his power, let me tell you. And it's not safe for work. Chara, get outta here. Just get outta here. Storm, take out the trash
*Storm jumps in with a matrix outfit, sunglasses, a rocket launcher with illuminati on it and is smoking da weed.*
*you reposted in the wrong neighborhood starts playing*
(Just imagine that image. Just imagine… a floofy kitten. Doing that. Well, you don't have to because I uploaded a picture to DA anyways. What am I doing with my life.)
Lauralie20: yup, I have the same feelings. Sans, listen to Undyne for once! Frisk was being sincere when she said what she said and although she probably pissed her pants she's over it. Sans is the one who's scarred over literally taking what she said in the wrong context. Goddammit Sans.
Newspaper time.
I hope you have a great day/night as well!
FictionGirl11: btw I saw your DA and that you're uploading more. :D
I have never experienced most of the things Sans is going through (beginning of an Alcoholic, cutting, etc.) except the overall depression part, but I have done some research on the topic (and I've read a book about an alcoholic guy and his Burmese mountain dog, it's actually pretty good)
Lol, skeleton up XD Skeleoff, Skeleton.
I've got blankets. It seriously doesn't bother me.
I'm not answering that last statement (oh no they're onto me I must delet this XD)
Iluvfanfic: I despise that man. At least impeachment is becoming more of a plausible thing now that his mental state is being brought into consideration. But the thing Is, the worst problem isn't that he's corrupt and unethical and all those things. It's that his followers don't care, for whatever reason. That's the scary part 0-0
And nooooooooooo…. Noooooooooooo. Just…. Nu.
AvianSobriety: how about some self esteem jogs with Papyrus, lol.
And yeas, Alphys knows. But she has the excuse that she's not literally letting herself die but still not an excuse. Sans isn't a complete asshole in the fact he at least didn't call her out.
Iluvfanfic: omg I envy you, school sucks. It involves people. People suck. :3
Anyways, I hope you enjoyed this little one day update. Probably a ton of mistakes because I put it out so fast but whateverz.
Stay safe!
From the wolf in the mountains,
Comycat~