Man, I am thankful for my Internet friends. Hella lot nicer than anyone in this hillbilly town XD
Last chapter for the Sans POV (in a row, not in the entire story). I was going to switch to Frisk POV again but I decided to stay with Sans. Idk why.
Frisk be like "no touchy my skelie"
Sans be like "dat ass"
Chara be like "lemme kill (instead of lemme smash)
"No Chara, find Becky."
"Wanna death."
XD
Someone needs to make that parody now. Maybe I will considering I just need pictures and text to speech. Lol.
Sans was distracted from the intense pain for just a moment, trying to comprehend what the fuck just happened.
Frisk was standing in front of him, heaving, tail and hair slightly stirring with the draft. Sans realized the flames had crept from the outermost walls of the room and were getting dangerously close.
Sans felt a pang in his soul.
…Frisk…
Chara shook her head, sending black droplets across the floor.
"I thought you would've learned your lesson, dog." She snarled.
Frisk was quiet for a moment.
"… and I thought you would have learned yours." Her voice was even.
He could tell she was trying so hard to look fearless and bold. And she had Determination, that much was sure. But for some reason he could feel her unease and fear, the pain just seeing Chara caused her.
Sans grunted and shifted, looking down at his knee. He didn't want to remove the blade. It would hurt too much. Besides, it would most likely mess up the joint and bone more.
This would never heal fully, he realized.
That was the least of his worries at the moment.
Sans let out a little cough and looked back up, wanting to whine. Why… did she find him? How did she know? He didn't deserve to be saved… he had hurt her. She didn't want to be around him. She said it herself. Why-
Frisk turned.
"Sans? Are you…" her eyes scanned him, and he shrunk back.
Her eyes rested on his knee.
He saw her swallow and her eyes shook a little.
Sans frowned.
"Don't worry 'bout it. Just go."
Frisk's ear flicked.
"No."
"Frisk. I've already hurt you enough. You don't need to get hurt or die or anything else because of me in any way. Go."
"I said no." Frisk replied, and there was a hint of annoyance.
"Not like I'd let you go anyways." Chara spoke up.
Frisk's head whipped back to the demon.
Chara shrugged, casual venom burning in her lifeless eyes.
"I've got a score to settle with you. See, you cost me my best shot. Now, can't retain what we have achieved then. You're scared I could take control of you again, aren't you?"
Frisk flinched.
Sans hadn't considered that.
He had one word.
Shit.
Chara chuckled.
"No need to worry, I don't have that potential anymore. The power I gained from the LOVE gave me more Determination. But, my soul is corrupted. Therefore, my Determination is corrupted as well. No blood runs through my veins. Only the corrupted Determination, so dark red it seems black. You would know about Determination in liquid form, Sansy. And what happens when it's detracted from an amalgam? It's similar to that."
Sans grimaced at the thought of the lab, the musky air and the monsters melting on the floor, screaming. Desperate attempts and vials of red.
Frisk glanced at him questioningly.
She seemed to drop it and turn back.
Chara took a step forward, and Frisk's legs wavered with the want to step back.
"If I took control of your body you would die within hours. It would be a waste of power. I have a… better plan in store. However… you two need to be out of my way. You will die here…" Chara bared her teeth.
Frisk growled lowly.
The smoke was getting stronger.
Sans felt a bead of sweat drop down his skull. His already weak stomach churned.
He couldn't get up. He couldn't help…
The smoke couldn't be good for Frisk's lungs. Especially after the surgery Alphys did. She said they may never retain their full function. That wouldn't be an issue if they weren't in a burning building, but…
Sans opened his mouth, ready to tell her to get out.
He didn't get the chance.
Chara screeched and leaped towards Frisk, knife ready. Frisk yelped and jumped under her, swerving quickly back again and kicking Chara in the calf, trying to her to fall over.
Chara cursed and turned around, slashing. Frisk ducked under the blow and swiped again.
Sans's eyes widened.
Frisk was better than he had ever seen her before… she had a new focus she hadn't had before.
Chara jumped back. Frisk kept a distance and circled, waiting for Chara to make a move.
Chara glared her opponent down, and Sans felt a jolt of terror from the rage in her gaze.
Then, she smiled and faded.
What?
Frisk stopped and looked around, confused.
Sans looked around as well.
Did she leave, or…
No. She's playing a trick.
Sans didn't see her around anywhere… where…
The ceiling shook and splintered, flaming boards falling down…
Right above Frisk.
Sans yelled and tried to get up, forgetting his knee. He ended up falling face down, feeling the pain flare up again.
When he looked up she has jumped safely to the side, though she was shaking her hand vigorously. One of the flames had caught it and he could see a burn across the skin.
Chara reappeared close by.
"Ha, good… it seems the dog has studied the wolf… not like you could ever be a true wolf, little dog."
Chara came at Frisk again, but stopped right in front of her and kicked.
Chara had kicked an ember up, and it hit her ankle.
Frisk cried out and jumped back, landing on one foot.
Sans growled and tried to use his magic. He couldn't concentrate…
"You try your hardest to be strong… but deep inside, you know you're weak." Chara said again, slashing. Frisk just avoided the attack by a hair.
She was stumbling back, losing her focus. She had less room to move now that the middle of the floor had growing flames, and the flames around the room were growing closer.
"The only thing that got you this far was your Determination… otherwise, you'd be nothing more than a lock pick to the barrier."
Chara aimed at Frisk's face, and she leaned back.
Sans saw something flash in Frisk's eyes and she pulled something out fast from her pocket.
The next instant Chara jumped back, screaming in pain and clutching her face.
Frisk had a small stick. However, it was wrapped with thorny vines, the thorns large and hooked. The only part uncovered in thorns was the very bottom, where she held it.
You smart bastard. Sans was more than impressed. Makeshift weapon. And by the looks of it it works like hell. I wouldn't want to be hit with that thing.
Chara was panting, black seeping between her fingers. She was clutching her left eye for dear life.
Frisk took a breath.
"These thorns are poisonous." She stated.
Even smarter. The thorns would to more damage than even a knife, if it hit right. Poison plus being ripped by countless sharp needles. However it didn't have the ability to stab like a blade and was also dangerous to the owner, being poisonous. Sans could see why she saved it.
Chara looked up slightly, fangs bared.
"You. Have played for the lAst TiiiMe!"
Chara's form glitched, and the next second she swung one of the boards that had fallen from the ceiling. Sans winced at the sound of the wood hitting Frisk's head. She fell off to the side.
Sans felt his soul jump.
No!
Fortunately, it didn't seem like she was unconscious. That was hardly a blessing, as Chara wasted no time and slammed the board down on her hand.
Sans wished he hadn't heard the screech that followed and the crunch that was undeniably Frisk's fingers.
Chara was on top of her now, and Frisk struggled to get free. Chara was holding her down, and she was reaching towards the flames, holding the board out. They were scarily close, and the end of the board quickly caught on fire.
Sans felt light with fear.
"Stop! Get off!" Sans called, trying to edge closer. He couldn't get up…
Chara pulled the board closer, watching the flames grow on the end.
She's going to… Sans realized with a jolt.
He couldn't wait for a broken knee anymore.
Sans got his other leg under him and used the last of his strength to lunge towards Chara, feeling his eye blaze with the last of his magic.
He tackled her off, and the next few moments were a jumbled mess as he and Chara tangled on the floor. His limbs were weak and he couldn't hit as hard as he wanted, and eventually she had him pinned. Her eye was closed, and the black liquid dropped down her face and onto him as she loomed above.
She was beyond pissed.
Sans snarled right back.
"I. Am not. Letting you hurt Frisk anymore." He panted. His throat hurt. Words started pouring from his mouth, caused by the flame of anger that had ignited in his chest."Go ahead, end it. Do me a favor. The goddamn fish is right, life is about purpose. And protecting the ones I love is mine. So even if you kill my pathetic ass, I'll still live. Because as long as I achieve that one thing I'll never die. So go ahead… demon."
Chara growled deeply, and the sound was gurgled.
She summoned a knife and raised it, ready to burry it in his skull.
Sans closed his eyes.
Frisk… Papyrus… I'm sorry…
There was a loud blast above him and Chara's weight suddenly disappeared.
Sans jolted from the sound, eyes flying open. It hurt his ear… holes.
Chara had been sent flying by some sort of blast, and she landed on the floor, clothes smoking.
Sans looked in the direction the blast came from.
Last person he expected to come to his rescue.
Mettaton stood in the doorway with one hand on his hip, another outstretched. On the end of it was a cannon in the shape of a lions head, smoke pouring from the mouth. He was no longer a rectangle- he was now in a more humanoid form. He still kept his leopard ears and tail, and now had a chest covered in leopard fur. A heart sat on his stomach and he had curly black hair that covered his one eye. His other was a deep violet color with a pupil like a cat's. His skin was a light metallic silver.
"Hello~. Beauties, gentlebeauties, and scum."
Chara groaned and pulled herself up. Sans grimaced. Her entire arm had been blown to kingdom come, and it wasn't a pretty sight. Her form was beginning to fade.
"Of course, another joke." She spat.
"What… Mettaton?" Sans was trying to comprehend the situation.
What. In the flying fuck. Just happened.
Mettaton took a few steps forward.
"See, darling, you've set my MTT on fire. That scares away fans, you know. Hohoho~ can't have that, can we?" Mettaton said in a singsong voice.
"Sans?" He felt a hand on his arm.
Sans jumped slightly and looked over.
Frisk was beside him, eyes wide.
"Are you okay?" She sounded shaken up, but he recognized a hoarseness in her voice as well. He could hear a very quiet wheezing.
Sans blinked.
"M'fine… well, as fine as I can be." He coughed.
Sans realized what he had said to Chara earlier and felt his cheeks burn.
Dear god tell me she didn't hear that. Do I even… what the fuck did I say?
Frisk was looking him over frantically.
"Are you sure? You… don't look so good. Your… pale, and you-"
"Haven't… been feelin' the greatest." Sans cut in, looking away.
He felt the pain from before all over again. Why was she so concerned if she didn't want to be around him?
He could feel her eyes boring holes in his soul.
"… Sans, is something wrong? Did I do something?" She lowered her voice.
Sans didn't answer.
Was… it her, or me? She said it, but I caused it…
"I… I knew you were upset last time we talked. I didn't mean it like that… I'm sorry… I didn't mean to hurt you… I just…" Frisk trailed off.
Sans whipped his head around.
"No. Not now. We are not talking here. No." He ordered hastily.
He was going to break down if this kept up.
Mettaton was beside them.
"You really should learn some manners! Pity… you could have been on my show one day. No matter… I wouldn't want someone so ugly marring my beautiful show! Your looks might be contagious!"
Frisk looked up quizzically.
"Is… that the stupid robot that did the thing at Alphys's place?"
Mettaton looked down.
"My dear, this "stupid robot" has just saved your life. Though… not intentionally, my darling. Though I guess I shouldn't let her kill a very valuable guest for my shows! However…" Mettaton's electronic voice lowered.
"The building will not hold much longer. I am afraid we must leave my beloved MTT. But the entrance is blocked, we must flee through the Core."
Sans blinked.
Core…
"That's dangerous. The Core… there is a high risk for explosions, mini or large scale. We shouldn't be anywhere near the Core."
Frisk was staring up thoughtfully.
"We don't have a choice, remember? And Chara… her power is fading. She most likely won't follow us to the Core, considering we could push her in and shatter her again. I don't know what that would do at this point, but… we don't need to know, seeing as she won't risk It."
Her gaze returned to him, and then to his knee.
"… can you get up?"
Sans frowned.
He didn't even want to try.
Mettaton followed Frisk's gaze and then quickly looked away.
"Oh my, what an ugly injury… I've never been one for… well, such ugly things…"
Sans put one hand under him.
"Welp… gotta try."
Chara snarled from where she was. She didn't show if she had heard or not, but she wasn't moving. The blow seemed to take the rest of her power and she may not even be capable of running.
"Here." Frisk reached and pulled his arm over her shoulder, ready to help support some of his weight. Sans's soul jumped a little.
Well… here goes.
Sans groaned and pushed himself up, grinding his teeth against the pain. He tried to keep any weight off of it, and eventually he was up. He didn't like the feeling of being supported up like this, but… better than being carried.
Frisk let out a few, deep coughs. Her wheezing was louder.
"Hey, Frisky… are you alright? Your breathing don't sound great over there…" He asked softly, trying to hide his initial holy shit she's suffocating oh crap this is bad fuck reaction.
Frisk coughed again and shook her head.
"Humans don't handle smoke well."
"… skeletons either." It was weird to think that the smoke was affecting organs he couldn't even see.
"… this brilliant robot does not need to worry about smoke." Mettaton added. He was staring straight at Sans and was smiling. Sans did not like the look.
"Buddy, don't get no funny ideas. I'm not available."
Mettaton laughed.
"Oh, not what I was thinking honey. I have standards, I'll have you know. I was just thinking of the irony…"
"Of what?" Frisk asked.
"Why don't we get out of here before rotten cherry over there gets enough will to move." Sans growled.
Chara still hadn't moved despite the flames now at her feet. She now looked more like a ghost, and the flames went through her ankles.
"Good point." Frisk agreed and started walking. Mettaton led the way out of the room, and Chara didn't follow.
The hall was ablaze in orange, and the floor was falling away. They had to get down to the first floor…
"Here darlings, we can go through here." Mettaton pointed to a small door. In it was a small staircase untouched by smoke.
"This leads to MTT burger. From there there is an entrance to the Core furnace." Mettaton explained.
Sans grunted as he followed the actually annoying orange tail down the stairs, feeling pain jolt up his leg every step.
The smoke was really bad downstairs, despite the rule that smoke rises. It was trapped under the floor, though more was able to rise from the holes now forming.
Sans couldn't help himself as he broke into a coughing fit, Frisk joining him.
Sans tired to increase the pace, cursing under his breath. It smelled like Papyrus's meatballs in here.
There was a small clear door in the back of the kitchen, and it lead to a dark room with a pit in the floor, flames at the bottom. The flames that were meant to be there.
"Around we go, darlings." Mettaton turned and walked along the path that lead out of the room.
Sans felt dizzy. Like he could fall over any second…
He shook himself awake and pushed on.
He was vaguely aware his eye lights were out due to lack of magic. Oh well.
Mettaton approached the elevator and pressed the button. Luckily, it opened. It seemed untouched by the flames…
Sans leaned against the wall, closing his eyes. His head swam.
"Where does this take us?" Frisk asked.
"To the end of the Core, honey. The fire should not have reached there, at least not yet."
There was a sudden loud boom that shook the elevator.
Sans's eyes shot open.
Frisk was shaking slightly.
"What… was that?"
"An explosion. Not good…" what if the Core collapsed? It was made so even Fire couldn't collapse it, but… this was probably the worst fire in the history of the Underground.
The elevator shook again. This time without a boom.
And again.
Frisk looked down at the floor.
"Is it going to fall?"
Mettaton looked concerned.
"I don't know darling… it's taking awhile to get to the destination…"
Sans felt worry swim in his soul.
If we fall we explode… we can't.
It shook again, almost making him fall.
Then it stopped.
There were a few moments of tense, fear filled silence…
Another boom and a shake…
Then the doors slid open.
Mettaton jumped out, and Frisk pulled him out a little too fast for his liking.
The second they turned back the elevator shook wildly and fell, followed by a loud crash.
"Wow… we're real goddamn lucky." Sans said.
"It must be my good looks. Anyways, if we go past here we-"
Sans turned out, feeling his focus waver. He was so tired… he wished he could teleport home.
Wait… Papyrus?
Sans's head jolted up.
"Papyrus! We were looking for him, where-"
"He was back out in front, he's fine." Frisk replied.
"You saw him?"
"Yeah. Right before I busted through the front doors with the royal guard screaming at me that is. I didn't look him over in all detail, but he looked overall fine and alive."
Sans blinked. They walked into the large black room that existed for no known reason and into the hallway beyond. It was considerably colder away from the fire , and Sans had started to shiver.
"You… busted through the doors, huh? What, did you do a Lassie?"
"Sure thing, Timmy." Frisk joked.
Sans let out a few hoarse chuckles. It… felt nice, to actually laugh after so long…
"How… did Rocky get you?"
Frisk shook her head. Sans didn't like the movement it created, feeling his body sway with dizziness.
"No. Dapple warned me."
"Dapple?" Sans asked.
"Your soul wolf." She answered quietly.
"…they have names?"
"No, but I gave them some. I named yours Dapple and mine Snow. For clarification."
Sans exhaled. He never thought about giving it a name. Well, looks like she had done it for him.
Sans was silent for a moment.
"…Frisk… what were you doing in the woods, anyways? Besides getting some distance…"
"Not much. A little battle practice. Raiding trashcans. Spending time with Snow and Storm."
"Raiding… Trashcans…"
"… I'm not talking about it."
"… you really are part Cat, I swear to god."
They entered the next elevator. Mettaton took out a pink key and put it in the elevator, and it started moving down.
This elevator usually went up to the Royal area, Sans noted. Mettaton must have special access or something.
The movement didn't feel good. Sans pulled his arm back from Frisk and let his back slide down against the wall, closing his eyes.
"Sans? Are you okay?" Frisk asked, alarmed.
"… just tired… real tired… are we going back down to the front of MTT?"
"Yes, darling. I have special access to a different route due to it not having the new technology installed. It still works, though, we should he fine now."
Sans sighed and let his back slump.
Frisk sat down next to him.
"…are you going back?" Sans asked, feeling his throat close up.
"Where?"
"Away."
"I… don't know. I… don't really have reason too, anymore. So… I guess I'll…"
"Are you still mad at me? Scared?"
He heard Frisk groan.
"Saaaans… I said no. A million times. I was never mad… and in my head, I wasn't scared. I wasn't trying to spare your feelings. Papyrus said you were acting upset about something… and that's what it was, wasn't it? I was being honest, jerkbag."
"… more than upset." He still didn't… couldn't…
Did it matter?
He wanted to carry on believing what she said was true… even if it just invalidated his entire episode.
Sans felt tears prick his eyes, forgetting Mettaton even existed.
Sans sat ominously still for a moment, trying to keep dead still…
He ended up giving in and flinging his arms around Frisk, pulling her close. She let out a tiny, surprised yelp.
He buried his head in her shoulder, trying to hold the tears in.
"I'm sorry… I know I've said it but I'm sorry… for everything... I… you still…" Sans couldn't make words out of fear the dam would break. She still smelled like lavender…
Sans realized with a jolt he fucked up.
He might love Papyrus the most…
But dear mother of god he loved the human too.
Sans finally gets a little intelligence. Aaaand Frisky is going to find out what a bad skeleton he's been. And she ain't gonna be happy.
We also finally see Mettaton! He gotta be sitting in that elevator in a mix between "this is awkward" and "oh, the drama! How beautiful! Where's the cameraman!" Lol.
This chapter is poo poo. I had a rough week :b
Fun fact: Frisk has developed an eating disorder after her infection. Akin to anorexia, but from body image issues. More along the lines of both losing her appetite more often and stuff. Sans may look like he has a binge eating disorder considering he will eat huge quantities of food but he actually just does that out of wolf trait. He and Frisk have the ability to eat ridiculous amounts of food in one sitting just like real wolves. It may not seem like it but even with her disorder Frisk, if she is actually very hungry, can inhale like a black hole. Real wolves can eat 20 pounds of meat in one sitting. She could probably consume like 20 pounds of ice cream lol.
Oh, and Ask HT is back up! Over on Deviantart! Well, maybe not at the time of this chapter but around the same time. It should be up very soon!
There is an assembly today, so I don't have time to do the reviews. I'll try to get the next chapter out tomorrow and I'll do them there!
From the wolf in the mountains,
Comycat