Chapter 8 The Void...
"*that expression you're wearing...well, i won't grace it with a description..."
Birds sang softly and a small breeze played with the humans hair as they stood quietly in front of Sans.
Sans tilted his head back and closed his eye's.
*it feels so peaceful...as if all of this was just a bad dream...
Sans took a deep breath and began.
"*it's a beautiful day outside. birds are singing, flowers are-"
Sans grabbed the human's soul with his magic and forced them down to the floor. The human didn't seem too surprised and quickly got to their feet.
Then Sans summoned 8 bones underneath them, they cried out in pain when one hit their face. The human jumped into the air only find bones flying at them at alarming speed. To San's surprise they dodged them easily by twisting their body in mid air. The human landed gracefully and then they ran in between the rest of the oncoming bones, ducking and diving as well.
*...the've done this before...
Sans rarely went off pattern, but ever since this deja'vou, that talking Flower and watching the human fight Undyne. He hadn't been feeling himself lately.
Normally Sans would've summon his blasters next but instead he stopped dead.
The human instinctively ran to a certain spot on the floor, then froze. They looked up at Sans in confusion, their expression confirmed San's suspicion.
*They ran right where my attack's opening was, they look confused...heh..gotcha..
Sans summoned a blaster right above the human's head, the human looked up just as a beam of energy hit them head on and at full blast. They didn't have a chance to cry out as their bones, internal organs and everything else turned to ash. No more than a second later they were reduced to a black smudge on the floor.
Sans started breathing heavily, he had put in a lot of energy into this attack and as a result, it completely winded him.
"*haaaa...haaaaa...shit...heh...i...i did it...i
Sans put his hands into his pocket, his fingers curled around Paps scarf in his left pocket.
Sans felt something in his right too and pulled it out...he froze..
*...no way...no fucking way...
Sans put the photograph back in his pocket, he suddenly felt light headed.
*Tap, tap, tap, tap.*
Sans looked up and saw the human creep up to him. They were smiling, widely.
It was if Sans was the first challenge they had since they got here.
*of course...i should of expected this...
"*Ha Ha HA Haa...That was fun..." They said darkly and gave Sans a cocky smile, they tilted their head to one side and winked at him.
The last of San's hope of defeating this thing depleted.
"*Let's play again." Every word they said chilled Sans.
*right to the bone, heh...
"*...that expression that you're wearing..."
The human's eyes were wide and obviously disturbed, their smile twitched and their knuckles had gone white from gripping the knife.
"*..."
It looked like they were itching to get started but held back for some reason.
"*...you're really kind of a freak, huh?"
Their smile got bigger and Sans flinched, he expected them to rush at him but they didn't.
He watched the human warily, they seemed to be waiting for something.
*...are...are they waiting for me to attack them first?
After another moment Sans took a deep breath as if he was about to start speaking.
Before the Human could react, Sans summoned a bone and sent it at their legs succeeding in knocking them down flat on their face.
The human scowled and started pushing themself up, that's when Sans summoned two groups of bones, one underneath and one above the human. The human's eyes widened with shock as Sans brought them together. The sound of skin and muscle tearing made him wince.
Seven bones and gone through the kid, one in their shoulder, two in their chest and five in their stomach. They cried out as tears streamed down their cheeks.
Their eyes were open wide and darting all over the place. They muttered something and then gritted their teeth.
Their body didn't stop twitching and their hands clenched into fists.
A red liquid ran down the rim of the bones and dripped onto the floor, Sans had never seen so much blood before, if any. The human coughed out more blood and a few droplets landed next to San's slippers.
Sans suddenly felt light headed. He brought a hand up to his mouth incase he threw up, even though he couldn't. This was way too much, he should of just blasted them again.
Eventually the human's body stopped twitching and their fists unclenched. Their eyes settled and stared out into nothing.
They were dead..
Sans forced himself to look away.
*this isn't real, it's just a bad dream..
Sans gripped his skull with both hands and sank to his knees. Sans could feel their blood on his hands. Tears started forming in his eyes.
*make this stop...Papyrus...please...
Sans put his hands into his pocket, his fingers curled around Paps scarf in his left pocket.
Sans felt something in his right too and pulled it out.
*...it didn't happen...it never happened...
Sans shook his head and replaced the picture back into his pocket.
He still felt sick but he pushed the feeling away, his job still wasn't over.
*TAP TAP TAP TAP TAP*
Sans looked up and was greeted by a very angry expression, the human practically stormed over.
*...heh..i guess i should say something...
"*heya. you look frustrated about something."
The human snarled at Sans.
"*guess i'm pretty good at my job, huh?"
"*Oh cut the bullshit! You cheated! That's not fair!" The human pointed an accusing finger at Sans, their left eye had gone bloodshot.
*Cheated?......is this thing for real?...is...is this some sort of Gameto them?
Sans felt an overwhelming feeling of hatred, the details on how he killed them last time melted from his mind.
"*heh, that's funny, coming from you..."
"*Coming from Me!? I-"
"*You were the one who cheated first..." San's voice was hard and he knew his irises had disappeared.
He closed his eyes and his head tilted back.
"*it's a beautiful day outside. birds are singing, flowers are-"
"*H-hey i'm-"
"*Blooming." Sans opened his eyes and stared down at the human.
They gulped.
"*on days like these...kids like You..." Sans stopped and waited.
The human waited too, they looked shocked, confused and...
*Scared...
The human remained braced, their eyes darted around them looking for any sign danger.
"*hey.." The human jumped and looked back at Sans.
"*i was wondering...does this creature of 'Death,' happen to have a name?"
The human eyed Sans suspiciously.
"*...Frisk..." They said cautiously.
"*frisk huh...frisk, frisk..." Sans rolled the name on his tongue, testing it.
"*Doesn't suit you."
San's left eye flashed blue and three blasters appeared in a row in front of him.
Frisk's eye's widened, they tried to jump away but Sans caught their soul and brought them down again.
*BOOOOSH*
The blasters disappeared.
All that was left of Frisk was a torso and legs, after a moment it fell backwards onto the floor.
A puddle of blood soon formed around it.
Sans shuddered and looked away.
*...i'm never going to get used to that...i get it now...this isn't about who will win...it's about who can last the longest...
Sans felt something in his right pocket too and pulled it out.
*this is a nice picture...
Sans tucked it away in his breast pocket and gave it a small pat.
*Tap...tap...tap..tap..*
Sans looked up and his eye's met Frisks.
They were shaking.
"*hmm. that expression..."
Frisk gritted their teeth.
"*that's the expression of someone who's died thrice in a row."
"*..."
"*hey, what comes after "thrice," anyway? wanna help me find out?" Sans continued his eye already flashing aqua and yellow.
Frisk narrowed their eyes and held their knife at the ready.
Sans decided to start off easy this time and summoned bones under Frisk. As expected they jumped into the air but instead of landing on the ground, they landed with one foot on a bone and launched themself at Sans, their knife aimed dead center of his head.
Sans was startled by this and quickly side stepped. In mid swing, Frisk changed the direction of their attack by twisting their body, making Sans side step again. Frisk landed gracefully onto the ground and charged at Sans, swinging their knife wildly. This went on for a few seconds until Sans regained his senses and teleported behind Frisk. They immediately turned around and charged at Sans again their knife still swinging wildly, a grin had formed on their lips.
Sans teleported away just as they reached him. Frisk looked up realising they had only hit air and their eyes met with one of San's blasters. A whole second passed until it finally opened its mouth and a bright white beam of energy engulfed Frisk.
Frisk flew backwards and hit a pillar behind them. Sans regretted not putting all his magic into this attack, as he watched Frisk pull themself to their feet.
*-60hp*
Frisk's clothes were black and seemed melt onto their skin. Their hair was patchy and still on fire, their hands and face were burnt black and cracked as a grin formed on their face.
"*You're getting weaker~" They almost sang.
Sans grinned widely and summoned a blaster above their head again.
"*heh, you sure?" They smiled back and side stepped just as his blaster went off.
"*Yep, and you're getting slower too."
Sans cursed himself for trying to use the same trick twice and braced himself.
Frisk held up their knife, the point aimed at where San's heart should be and then, they pulled out a slice of pie.
San's watched in horror as they brought it their mouth. He couldn't really do anything, his turn ended after he used that last blaster.
Frisk looked up at Sans and smiled, then held out the slice to him.
"*You know what this is?...it's a slice of Butterscotch Cinnamon Pie...Yeah, mommy gave it to me..."
"*what does that have to do with-"
"*Yeah...mom...hmmm, when was the last time I saw her?..."
Frisk put the point of their knife by their chin as if they were thinking hard.
"*Oh thats right...the last time I saw her was...when she tried to stop me leaving through those "Gigantic" doors."
"*..."
"*Yep...well I guess you could say she's now as Dusty as those old doors."
San's hands clenched into fists and his eyes darkened.
Frisk gave a satisfied grunt and brought the slice to their mouth, that's when what Sans thought was a small white pellet, came flying out of nowhere and knocked the pie out of Frisk's hand and onto the floor. Frisk took a bite out of air and hesitated, they looked around confused as to where the slice disappeared too, Sans watched in silence, this hadn't quite registered in his mind yet.
"*DON'T JUST STAND THERE YOU IDIOT!" A voice echoed through the hall, waking Sans up from his trance.
*that's right, it's not their turn anymore.
Sans immediately summoned two bones from the ground, they pierced through Frisk's chest and pinned them to a pillar.
*-31hp*
Sans retracted the bones into the ground and turned his back the grotesque scene. He heard Frisk's corpse slump to the ground and shuddered. He decided to search for the source of the voice, all there was nothing but an empty hallway and the remains of a fierce battle.
*...guarding angel?
Sans chuckled at this preposterous thought.
*yeah...if their really was an angle...This wouldn't be happening...
Sans turned back around and immediately closed his eye's.
*dammit...i forgot about the kid's...body...it's fine, soon all this will just reset.
Sans waited...
*...did the give up?..
Sans waited a bit longer but still, nothing.
*...they have to be...
Sans slowly opened one eye and gazed towards where Frisk's body was...but, it was no longer there...
He quickly opened both his eye's and searched around him...Nothing.
His eyes stopped at a bloody smear on the ground, it as if something was dragged. He followed it with his eyes until it stopped inches from his feet.
Shivers went down his spine and his vision blurred.
*...t-they were right here...d-does that mean...
Sans felt a breath on the back of his neck.
*..ohmygodohmygodohmygodohmygod...
Every inch of Sans told him to run, to get out of this hall.
Sans felt his body slowly turning around despite his brain desperately screaming at him not to turn around.
*..here goes nothing..
He closed his eyes and quickly turned.
...nothing happened...
Sans slowly opened his eyes.
Nothing...
*oh jeez...
Sans let out out a breath he didn't know he was holding and turned back around.
The smell hit him first, it smelled like burnt flesh mixed with sweaty sock.
San's vision focused and inches from his face was Frisks face. Their eyes were glowing red and a black liquid leaked from their eyes and wide unnatural grin.
"*Boo."
Sans screamed from the top of his nonexistent lungs and started teleporting to random places in the hall, all the while randomly throwing bones at the source of his fright. Frisk tilted their head back and started laughing maniacally as bones flew past, missing them by far.
"*That was waay too easy! ha HA HA HAa." Frisk started inching closer to Sans still laughing.
Sans continued screaming and throwing bones at Frisk.
"*HA HA HA you should look at yourself! ha! HA HA, you're so pathetic! HA HA HA."
A stray bone bounced off a pillar and hit Frisk in the back of their the head, their laughter cut short and their eyes widened, then went blank.
They fell to their knees with a loud crack, then collapsed onto the floor.
*-1hp*
San's screams died down and he stopped throwing bones, He was breathing heavily.
He pulled himself up to his feet, apparently he had fallen onto his the ground during his panic.
Sans cautiously walked over to Frisk's body and nudged them with his left foot.
*...are...is it dead?...
Frisk's body twitched making Sans give a small squeal of fright, he jumped back and summoned a blaster that blew the last of Frisk away.
"*Idiot."
Flowey popped up next to Asgore's throne and shook off the excess dirt from his petals.
"*Hum de dum de dum..." Asgore hummed while he watered his flowers.
Flowey scowled, he had tried to get the old geser to give him the souls but of course, he did not listen to old Flowey.
*Yeah the one that actually stands a chance of stopping Chara! But noooooooo, I won't do anything, I'll just water my ugly flowers like a freaking idiot, while pretending nothing is going on in the next room. I mean, even Tubby is doing something! Well I know he didn't do anything before and he would've stood a better chance against Chara if he had fought alongside the fish. But Still! Better late than never!
Flowey gave a forced laugh. He knew he was going to die, he even knew that Sans knew he was going to die too.
Flowey remembered San's face after he killed Chara the first time. He still couldn't believe it. For the first time in his life, he saw Sans looking truly afraid, and Chara's face...Flowey thought they looked scary when they threatened him but this...He couldn't bear to stay in the hall any longer let alone look at it.
Flowey may of helped Sans last time but that was because he really didn't know what to do anymore.
*Maybe I should try the old geser again...I mean, there's nothing else to do...
"*H-Hey! old man!" He didn't know how he was going to convince him, of all the other times Asgore has never told him anything.
"*Hmm? yes? who's there?" Asgore calmly glanced around.
"*Down here." Asgore's eyes landed on the very irritated small yellow flower.
"*Oh my, are you a talking flower?"
"*Duh Sherlock."
"*Well i've never seen that before, what's your name small one?"
"*That doesn't matter, I need-"
"*Doesn't matter?"
*Oh man...
"*Yes I-"
"*Well I believe every name matters, no matter the-"
*Shut-Up!
"*Arrgh..."
*Darnit! i've heard this speech like a thousand times already!
"*I'm sorry, is something wrong?" Asgore asked kindly and knelt down next to Flowey.
"*Yes there is something wrong! There is a murderous creature in the next room that is about to burst in at any moment and kill us all!"
"*Oh, that wouldn't be very nice of them...but surely they wouldn't harm a little flower such as yourself."
*Oh buddy if only you knew..
"*Look you need to give me the souls! it's the only way that-"
"*What souls?"
*OH I am NOT in the mood to be messed with right now..
Flowey took a deep breath, getting angry and shouting at the old geser wasn't going to help him, he had already explored that option.
"*Ok whatever, at least absorb the souls and fight them! it's the only way we can be saved! You can beat the human and absorb their soul too and then break the barrier!"
Obviously Flowey wasn't going to let him get Chara's soul, he already didn't particularly like the idea of Asgore taking the other six, but do you know what he did like? BEING ALIVE.
"*Hmmm, you do have a point, but do we really have to resort to such violence?"
Something deep down in Flowey snapped.
"*...Hahaha...ARE YOU FREAKING KIDDING ME!? WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU! EVERYONE IS DEAD!"
"*Shhhh, calm down now, your going to disturb the neighbors.."
"*Oh I'm Sorry, I certainly do Not wish to disturb your DEAD NEIGHBORS!"
"*How about a nice cup of tea to calm down? hmm?"
"*Oh yes I would absolutely, Love a cup. Yes we can all relax with these Pretty flowers drinking some tea and wait, patiently, until Chara comes along AND SLAUGHTERS US!" Flowey was practically screaming now.
"*chara?.."
"*I MEAN OF ALL THE MONSTERS! WHY IS EVERYONE SO DAMN STUPID! YOU'RE ALL IDIOTS! I-"
Asgore got up, his eyes looked sad and very tired. He headed for the door leading out to the barrier.
"*..Wh-WHERE ARE YOU GOING!?"
Asgore stopped and lifted his head into the air.
"*...I think it's time..." He spoke softly but Flowey could hear the pain in his voice.
"*Wait. No way! are-are you going to-"
"*Yes..." Asgore replied and lowered his head.
Flowey stared at him, absolutely dumbfounded. This had never happened before! how did he convince him!? what did Flowey say!?
"*Ha..ha..it's funny." Asgore said and turned around to face Flowey, his eyes were glossy.
"*Despite your sharp tongue, you remind me of someone...my late son..."
"*Huh?"
Asgore turned to the direction of the barrier again.
"*You should leave, this isn't a place for such a fragile flower."
"*Hey i'm not!-"
"*...I'm sorry Tori..." And with that, Asgore left Flowey to his thoughts.
"*fragile?..."
*It..it finally happened...I-I convinced him to do it! Why am I just sitting here!? if I go now I will see where he's hidden them!
Flowey quickly went underground to Follow Asgore, he could barely contain his excitement.
*Even if Chara resets I will know where the souls are!
Flowey popped up just by the door leading to the barrier. Asgore was already there, staring longingly out into the distance.
*Come on hurry up!
Asgore shook himself out of his trance and looked down at his feet,with a quick movement of his arm, some kind of mechanism whirred to life.
*This is it!
Asgore looked up and-
Flowey popped up next to Asgore's throne and shook off the excess dirt from his petals.
*Wait...what...no...nonono...NONONONO..
"*NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! I WAS SO CLOSE! WHY!? WHY!?"
Asgore looked up and Spotted the small Flower.
"*Oh my, what is the matter?" He asked dropping his watering can and rushing over.
"* I w-was s-so close...*sniff* I-It's not FAIR!" Flowey sobbed.
"*There there little one, how about I get you something...what about a nice-"
"*I DON'T WANT, YOUR DAMN TEA!...I-I..just wanted.." Flowey's sentence trailed off, it didn't matter, he was never going to convince Asgore again. Chara is going to come and kill the geser and then him.
Asgore knelt down next to Flowey and gently rested his hand by Flowey's back.
"*...Shh, alright then...how about we exchange names? My name is Asgore, what about you?"
"*What does it matter..." Flowey said dryly, they were all going to die anyway.
"*What does it matter? Why I believe every name matters, no matter the race or species. Why-"
"*NO! NO MORE! NOT AGAIN!"
"*Now young man, you ought to listen." Asgore said sternly.
"This is very important and you may stand a chance to learn something from-"
"*OH GOD NO! IT'S JUST LIKE THE LAST TIME!"
"*Now now, I-"
"*WHYYYYY!"
*Tap Tap Tap.*
Frisk seemed brave this time.
*heh, not for long..
"*hmm. that expression..." Sans put his hand on his chin as if he was thinking hard.
"*that's the expression of someone who's died six times in a row." He then pretended to count his fingers and looked up.
"*that's the number of fingers on a mutant hand." San's eyes went dark and he shoved his hands into his pockets.
"*But soon..." He continued.
Frisk smiled and put their knife into their pocket.
"*Ya'know, I'm tired...I'm tired of all, this." Frisk said and sighed loudly.
"*You're just too damn hard...it's not fair..." Frisk pouted and looked up at Sans, then, they smiled deviously.
Sans didn't even need to look at them to tell that they were up to something.
"*Sigh* Soooooo, I decided, to even this out. Just a tiency wiency bit..I hope that's ok.." They said sweetly.
Sans couldn't help but chuckle.
"*heh, whatever kid, do what you want."
"*GASP* REeeeeaalllly?" Frisk definitely faked that gasp.
"*yeah, i mean. It's not like it's going to help you." San's voice became dark.
"*Giggles* Oh, I think it will~"
Sans sent out four groups of bones at Frisk, they all vareied in colour from orange to blue and to white.
Frisk didn't budge and yawned when all the bones simply faized right through them.
*!
Sans summoned his blasters all around Frisk and shot all of them off at once. As the blasters disappeared and the smoke smoke faded, Sans could just a see a silhouette just standing there, completely unharmed.
"*Yawn*"
"*wh-what the hell!? how is this possible!?"
"*Aww don't be mad~ I just felt like I could use a little...Handicap. Soo, I went into this game's code and well~ You can probably guess the rest...So yeah, I'm basically immortal now."
Frisk winked at Sans and gave a small giggle.
*game?
Frisk suddenly charged at Sans, swinging her knife wildly. Sans of course dodged without fail.
Frisk eventually stopped their attack and waited for Sans to begin his turn.
Sans gasped for breath and supported himself up with a pillar. He put a lot of energy into those last few attacks, Probably not the best move.
"*Hoho, look! he's tired, are you going to have a small nap? You probably should...I hear that they are very good for old people." Frisk was tossing their knife into the air and catching it, while smiling at Sans smugly.
*crap...
"*...so...i guess that's it, huh?... just... don't say i didn't-"
Sans flung a bone at Frisk, a cheap shot yes, but he was getting desperate.
The bone fazed through Frisk as if they weren't there at all.
"*Pfft, what was that?"
"*..." San's vision was getting blurry again.
*heh, maybe Pap was right about the training...too late now...
"*heh heh heh, welp, i guess i'm forced to use my SPECIAL ATTACK."
"*Oh hohoho...really?"
"*yep."
"*Judging by your earlier attacks...am I not to presume your "Special Attack" is just making sure it will never be my turn again, right?"
"*yep."
Frisk burst out into laughter as Sans watched their movements, carefully.
*they may have the upper hand, but if i play my cards right...
"*Hahahaa...Sooo, what is this "Special Attack" of yours?" Sans could hear the air quotes.
"*heh heh, well...you will know it when i use it.." It was obvious Frisk had already seen his special attack and to be frank, he lacked the energy to use his real special attack.
*i guess i should try to keep this bluff up...crap...this sucks.
Frisk stood in silence for a moment and then hummed something that sounded like Paps theme song.
"*Hmm I think you need some help with taking your nap. DON'T WORRY SANS! I THE GREAT FRISK WILL HELP YOU!"
"*what are-?"
Frisk threw their knife at Sans at a sickening speed. Of course he dodged it easily, San's eyes followed the knife as it flew past.
*i didn't have to dodge that, it was miles away from my head.
"*heh, you're..." Sans froze.
Frisk had disappeared again.
"*..shit."
Sans mentally scolded himself for letting himself get distracted, again.
"*Heya." A voice right next to him said.
Sans jumped from fright and quickly used his magic to teleport Frisk away from him.
*dammit..that one hurt..
Sans started breathing heavily again, he was practically running on empty now.
Frisk giggled.
"*what, was the point..of that, exactly?"
"*Ooooh nothing much~ Just this." Frisk held up a red cloth in their left hand.
San's eye's widened and he checked his pockets...Paps scarf was gone..
"*Missing something?" Frisk asked and flicked the red scarf around in the air, mocking Sans.
"*Give. That. Back."
"*Why should I?" Frisk waved it around some more and then wrapped the scarf around their neck.
"*Hey, hey Sans. Who am I?"
"*..."
"*Heh, I'll give you a hint...Ahem...Nyeh Heh He-"
Sans felt rage take over all rational thinking and with a click of his fingers they were both in hotland.
*Poof*
With his magic, Sans grabbed Frisks soul and held them over a ledge.
"*Huh!? What!?" Frisk squirmed under San's grip, trying to get free.
"*you'd better not struggle too much, otherwise you might become The Next Hot-Topic."
"*God that was so bad I actually cringed." Frisk stopped struggling and crossed their arms.
"*Give his scarf, Back..."
"*Or what, you're gonna drop me off the edge? Ha! All that will do is burn your precious scarf."
"*..."
"*Hahaho ho...You didn't even think this through did you?"
Sans looked down, no he did not.
"*Oh man Ha..Ha..Haa...Heh...Okay, how about you just 'port' us back to the hall and we pretend that this didn't happen. Hmmm? How does that sound?"
"*..."
"*Come on..I know you Lava'd your brother but isn't this kinda ridiculous.." Frisk gave Sans a smug looked which completely stole the strength he had just felt a moment ago.
Sans looked away and gritted his teeth.
*argh...i just made a fool out of myself...well at least this does give me a chance to regain some of my energy.
Sans pulled out a bottle of ketchup and brought it up to his mouth.
*bottoms up.
Sans chugged down the whole bottle, then wiped his mouth with his sleeve.
"*ahh.."
*god that was good.
Frisks face scrunched up in disgust.
"*That...was disgusting...Hey if you're planning to do that again you might as well drop me now."
"*don't judge it until you've tried it.."
"*Wha-"
Sans could feel his energy returning, not a lot, but enough. He clicked his fingers and they "Poofed" back into the Hall.
Sans let go of Frisk's soul, there was no use in holding it anymore, he just didn't have the energy.
Frisk breathed in then exhaled loudly.
"*Ahh, isn't that better?" Frisk spread their arms out as if they were trying to hug the hall.
"*what, are you?" Sans asked suddenly, his hands clenched into fists.
"*...What am I?..." Frisk repeated, they looked thoughtful for a moment, as if they had never pondered this.
"*Ha, why i'm the Anomaly." They said proudly.
They both stood in a somewhat awkward silence for about a minute.
"*...sooo...are you going to kill me or...?"
"*Oh no, why would I do that? I just Love, your company So much." They answered sarcastically and then rolled their eyes.
"*...so...?"
"*Well if you want me to kill you so much then let me!"
"*...?"
"*Oh don't play dumb. We All know exactly what you're going to do as soon as I take even a step towards you."
Sans shoved his hand into his pockets and looked up at the ceiling. He began to rock on his heels and quietly hummed a familiar tune.
Frisk sighed loudly and took a step forward.
San's head immediately snapped back to them, his eye flashing blue and he teleported them back a step.
"*And you had to ask..."
Sans shrugged and went back to rocking on his heels, this time however he gazed down at the floor.
"*...I'm slowly regretting hacking the game..."
"*cheating does take the fun out of things..." Sans replied without looking up.
Frisk hummed in response and sat down.
*but it does give me time to think...
"*...Funny thing is...even if I didn't cheat, I'd probably still get to this predicament at some point..."
"*indeed, but it would've taken longer to get here if you didn't cheat. so, i guess...cheating does pay?" Sans gave Frisk a smug grin and Frisk stuck their tongue out at him in return.
"*sooo, how many times have you done this exactly?"
Frisk looked down and for a brief moment, they seemed sad, but then they looked up at Sans again and smiled, their eyes looked dead.
"*Killing everyone or just killing you?" Their tone was dark and their eye's flashed red.
Sans hesitated.
"*...Both."
Frisk leaned back and looked up at the ceiling.
"*Hmmmm, this is my sixth time killing everyone and...by the end of this...I will have killed you about...nine times..."
*Papyrus...
"*...why are you doing this?...is it fun to you?..."
Frisk looked down again, their voice faltered a bit.
"*T-The first time...I was curious...I er...haha. I actually felt sick after I killed...Papyrus...I wanted to go back...and do his puzzles and eat his spaghetti again...anything to make it up to him...and you...But instead...I continued forward..."
Frisks voice went dark again, they brought their legs up to their chest and hugged them.
"*I felt horrible when I-I...Killed you too......After that I met someone...they destroyed everything...But fixed it! I-I couldn't let this world go...I fixed it and went back.."
*jeez..
"*...But then...I wanted to see what would happen if I killed everyone a second time..."
Sans felt a shiver go down his spine.
"*I did it all again, it only stung that time...but not for long...After I killed you fro the second time...I met that person again...They destroyed everything once more...B-But I fixed it again! I-I got them to restore everything again...And then I went back again.."
"*...jeez kid...you really have some weird perverted sentimentality to this place.."
Frisk started laughing.
"*Hahaha...it's funny...That's what they said..."
*...
"*...The third time I decided to save everyone again..."
*Again?
"*But I didn't get the ending I wanted..." Frisk lowered their head.
"*..."
"*...well...that was-" Sans started.
"*By the fourth time I...didn't feel...Anything...You know...Someone here once told me that, The more you do something...The easier it gets..." Frisk looked up at Sans and smiled.
"*It's true."
*this kid is sick...i really wish i had just killed them when i found them by Paps fence...not that would've changed anything..
Frisk relaxed a bit and stretched.
"*I did it a fifth time to show my friend what it looked like, heh...that was fun."
*a "friend"...are they talking about the weed?...no..i dont think soo...
"*And well...I guess that brings us to here and now...I did it this time to test my skills. You see, i've gotten a bit rusty and well...to be frank...I've always liked fighting "Undyne The Undying." but you were always the real challenge."
"*is that so..."
"*Yep."
"*ok...hey why dont you tell me how you-"
"*No more questions please, i'm feeling quite tired now and I think, I might have a...Nap.."
"*...heh, nice try."
"*Fuck you."
"*not with a 60 meter pole kid."
Frisk's eyes widened and their cheeks went bright red, they then looked away and scowled. They mumbled something rude too, at least that's what Sans presumed they were mumbling. He went back to rocking on his heels.
*i wonder how long i will have to stand here until they get bored and leave?
As Sans waited his mind started wandering, he thought about how he got to this point and about his brother. His mind then got stuck on a catchy jingle he heard the other day.
"*..mm..mm...ba dum boo da da da doo...mettaton da da da doo...mettaton..mm..mm..." Sans sang softly.
"*Hmm?"
"*huh? oh nothing..."
"*...Okk..."
...
...
...
...
*...man this is boring, aren't they bored yet? Maybe i should pretend to take a nap? Ha! yeah no.
Sans stopped rocking on his heels and looked down.
*i wish Papyrus was here...he always knew how to cheer me up...
Sans closed his eye's and focused on the memory.
*i could never fool Papy, he always knew when i was feeling down.
"*heh.."
*he would make extra spaghetti, just for me...and..sometimes, if i was really depressed...he would actually make a pun or prank me...
Sans felt a tear run down his cheekbone.
*i should of been there Paps...i'm sorry..imm soryy..mph.
"*zzzZzzzZzzzzZzzZzzzzzzzzzzZzZzzzzZzzzzzzzzzzzZZzzzzzzzZzzZz"
*Miss*
Sans looked up and wasn't too surprised to find that Frisk had tried to kill him.
"*heh, didja really think you would be able-"
Frisk suddenly turned and tried to slice Sans again.
*Miss*
"*-to hit me." Sans shrugged and gave Frisk a goofy grin.
Frisk's eyes widened and they staggered backwards.
"*heh, that expression...I guess no other Sans has dodged that."
"*What the hell! You weren't supposed to dodge that!"
*i just stated that...
Frisk backed away, their left eye was twitching and their hand was clutching their knife so tightly that their knuckles had gone white again.
*heh, i should probably try not to fall asleep again...i might forget to dodge next time..
Frisk roared loudly and starting swinging their knife at Sans.
*MISS*
*MISS*
*MISS*
"*gee, you really are determined to kill me, huh?"
*MISS*
*MISS..*
"*y'know, in my personal opinion..."
*MISS...*
"*the most "determined" thing-"
*Miss..*
"*-you can do here.."
*Miss...*
"*is to, uh."
*miss.."
*Miss..*
"*completely give up and-"
*miss..."
"*-do literally anything else."
Frisk was panting at this point, their swings had slowed and eventually Sans didn't have to use his magic to dodge anymore.
Frisk looked up at Sans with unfocused eyes and finally stopped swinging altogether.
"*ah, so you're finally giving up..."
"*..Haa..haa...yeah..." Frisk answered in between breaths, they looked down at their feet and sighed.
"*...yeah you're not gonna catch me with that..." Sans said gruffly.
*They're bluffing, people like Frisk dont give up that easily.
"*.haa...haa..whatever..." They replied weakly and sat down.
Sans kept his guard up, he wasn't going to fall for another one of their tricks. If they had really given up, they would have been long gone by now.
"*i dont know what you are trying to do, but it's not going to work."
Frisk rolled their eyes at Sans.
"*Whatever man.."
Sans activated his magic, if they made one wrong move he would teleport them to Waterfall.
His eyes stopped at his brothers scarf wrapped around their neck. Sans could feel his anger rising again.
Frisk noticed Sans staring at them.
"*...What?"
"*..."
"*...Oh...Hah..Do you want this scarf? Well too bad. It's mine now.."
Sans narrowed his eye's at Frisk.
"*...you will-"
"*HEY I'VE COME TO HELP!" Cried a voice behind Sans.
Sans jumped from fright and whirled around to face the one who scared him. On the ground about a foot away from him was a golden Flower.
*the weed...
Flowey had a wide grin on his face and he bobbed his head up and down, his eyes were gleaming brightly with enthusiasm.
*...he's not worth it.
Sans thought and decided to ignore the Flower. As Sans turned around and felt something brush by his chest.
*-0.999999999999999999999999999999999hp
His body was thrown back by the sheer force of the blow, Flowey ducked just in time as San's body sailed over his head.
Sans looked up and blinked.
*...i'm..flying?
He landed on his back hard and with a loud *Clunk* that seemed to echo throughout the hall.
*..ow.
Sans pulled himself to a sitting position, he felt a little dazed but otherwise ok. That's when he felt something wet on his chest, he placed his hand on it and looked around him. Frisk was on their feet now, laughing, Flowey seemed to be shouting something to him, but...he couldn't hear them. All he heard was this loud ringing sound, it hurt. Flowey started trembling, he glanced at Sans one last time. There were tears in his eyes, he said something else Sans couldn't hear and then went underground, leaving him alone with Frisk.
The ringing started to die down and feeling slowly creeped back into his bones. The first thing he felt was an intense pain from his chest, Sans doubled over because of it. He slowly removed his hand from his chest and looked down at it.
A red liquid dripped off it...
*...damn...
"*..hahahhaHaHaHAHAHAHhaahAhhah Oh my god! Hahahahahaa! That was so PERFECT! HAHHA"
The sound of Frisks laughter made Sans want to throw up.
"*HaHAha..I mean-I mean, He came here...To Help you! Then distracted you and got you Killed! haHAhaha I can't believe that actually Happened!"
Sans started coughing violently, causing the red substance to spatter out his mouth.
Frisk continued to laugh, while Sans dragged himself to his feet.
"*Hahaha..Oh wow, I can't believe you're still standing after something like that!"
Sans gripped his chest tightly with his right hand, his breaths were sharp and jagged as he walked past Frisk.
"*haa...haaa...Welp..*Cough* haa...i-i..think you..you know where im going...haa...haa...just... just dont...just dont come back..haa..haa." Sans continued walking forward.
Every Step he took felt like hell, what's worse, he could feel Frisk staring at him.
"*...Hey..here.." Frisk tossed Papyrus's scarf at Sans, missing him completely and landed on the floor.
"*You were crying so much for it earlier, it started to get annoying.." And with that, Frisk walked towards Asgore's throne room.
Sans coughed again and reached under his shirt, he pulled out the three sliced plastic ketchup bottles that were strapped to his chest, he then pulled out the other two that were strapped to his back and dropped them to the floor.
Sans checked his health.
*0.00000000000000000000000000000001Hp*
"*..heh..heh..haha..hahaha *Cough cough*..haa."
*alive by just...
Sans looked down at his dear brother's scarf, just lying on the cold tiled floor. He reached for it but just couldn't get there. Sans took a step forward and slipped on a pool of ketchup that had formed from the sliced bottles. He landed face first into the ketchup.
*-0.00000000000000000000000000000001hp
Sans suddenly felt his body failing, he looked up and saw his right hand crumbling away.
"*heh...so this is it...Papy- *Cough cough*..haa...Papyrus...you always said that i would end up killing myself with this stuff...heh.."
Sans noticed Pap's scarf just inches from his left hand and with the little strength he had left, Sans reached out and grabbed it tightly. His vision started to blur and darken.
*so this is what it's like to die...it's..peaceful..
"*see you soon..Papyrus.." Sans promised and closed his eyes.
*...it's cold...
Sans slowly opened his eyes, all he saw was darkness.
*where am I...
He looked around him, it seemed like he was floating in some sort of black void. Sans breathed out and saw a white vapour escape his mouth and shivered.
*man this place is creepy..
In the distance Sans noticed something floating, it was red and white. Sans tried to maneuver himself over to it by kicking his legs and doing the doggy-paddle.
As he got closer he realised that it was another monster! And not just any monster..
*Papyrus!?
Hey all! Finally done, this chapter felt like it would never end T.T. I loved writing it of course, can you guess where I'm going with this? I bet you cant...=D
Till next time!
P.S. Did you know that a group of bones is called a rattle? I didn't use it because I thought it would detracted from the tension that I was trying to build.