Lookie here, another chapter!
Okay, if this one seemed a bit rushed, I'm so sorry. It was a very hectic past days for me, with all the schoolwork that I've been doing.
This will be the first of Sans' songs. Lots more to come, for him. As always, I don't own anything, not even the music.
"Howdy! I'm Flowey!"= Normal conversation
'Oh boy, this is gonna hurt'= Thoughts
"Stronger than you!"= Song Lyrics
"You dirty brother killer."= Flashbacks
This song belongs to TryHardNinja. He tried hard indeed.
Thank you to MachUPB and KaidaShi for suggesting this song. And to those asking, yes, I did this song.
Chapter 5: Judgement
Many people and monsters have different opinions about Sans. Toriel would say that he's very punny and such a sweetheart. Frisk would call him a great dunkle, and scary when fighting to protect his loved ones. Flowey would call him 'Smiley Trashbag' and absolutely loathe him, while Asriel would look up to him even if he was a tiny bit scared of the skeleton. Chara would scoff and call him a comedian, but grudgingly admit that Sans is a capable fighter. Papyrus would call his brother immature, secretive, and apathetic.
Sans views himself as a lazy monster with waaaay to much time on his hands.
And why wouldn't he? With all the Resets that Frisk goes through, it's no wonder Sans acts the way he does. He loved his brother and the rest of his friends to bits, but even he got bored of the monotony. While he didn't like Frisk constantly restarting the timeline, he understood why the kid kept doing it. He was also glad that Frisk made sure each new timeline was never boring.
'like that one time where Frisk made a plate of Papyrus' spaghetti the leader of the Underground. ahhh…..that was a fun Pacifist route' Sans thought to himself, chuckling.
The skeleton stood in front of the door to the Ruins, waiting for Frisk to finish getting past Toriel. He had arrived not 5 minutes ago, to hear Heartache playing in the distance. He sighed; hoping to any deity above that Frisk hadn't gained EXP in the Ruins. While he did have a near-clean record of Pacifist routes after regaining control of his body from Chara, only stained by the times he had killed Jerry, there was always the possibility that Frisk could have grown bored again of Pacifism. As much as he liked the pacifist child, he didn't trust him to not kill other monsters to ease his boredom, as shown from certain timelines, just like he didn't trust Frisk to not reset the timeline once more. Even if Frisk gets that happy ending he's trying to achieve, Sans had no guarantee Frisk would not use his time-travelling abilities once more as soon as he gets bored, potentially sending all the monsters back into the Underground.
"alright, enough thinking about sad thoughts. Toriel would be disappointed with me. i should be thinking about TEAR-able puns instead." He said to himself, chuckling a little.
As he focused on the giant purple door in front of him, he noticed the music suddenly shift. Instead of Heartache, as Frisk so fondly called it, it became something….unfamiliar to Sans. He tensed, hoping nothing horrible was happening beyond the door. That's when he heard the singing voice of Frisk, albeit muffled and distant.
"Determination to leave fills your heart, but I don't know if you're strong enough….."
"well, looks like this is a Pacifist route after all. assuming Frisk doesn't kill Toriel at the end of his little song that is." Sans remarked, interested in Frisk's chosen recurrence for this run. He was impressed with Frisk's singing; for a child that young, Frisk was doing fine. He gasped a little as Toriel joined in, her sweet melodic voice causing his face to turn a light blue tint. It was no surprise to anyone that Sans was crushing on the motherly goat, save for Toriel herself.
'she has such a lovely singing voice…' He thought to himself, closing his eyes and letting the music wash over him.
A few minutes later, the song ended. He opened his eyes and teleported into the tree line, keeping his gaze on the door, waiting for the human to come out as he had done over and over again. And Frisk did not disappoint, wearing the same striped sweater and determined look he's always had since he first fell down. The microphone he was carrying was new though. Sans wondered why it was themed after a certain fallen child.
"welp. here we go again." Sans muttered to himself.
Not for the first time, Frisk wondered if he should have asked Toriel for some warmer clothing before leaving the Ruins, like some gloves or a scarf. Snowdin seemed to be especially cold this run, leaving the human child shivering as he walked.
"I don't know what you're complaining about. The temperature seems perfectly fine to me" Chara remarked as he took a sip of his hot chocolate, looking amused at Frisk's discomfort.
Frisk gave a small glare at him. "You didn't seem to be so chilled out (Chara groaned at the pun) while your soul was attached to my body."
"Yeah, which is why I must thank you for making my new body a decorated piece of metal that can't feel the cold." Chara grinned, waggling his fingers at Frisk.
"Oh….just you wait Chara. When we get to Hotland…." Frisk left the threat hanging. Chara just chuckled in response and took another sip.
"I'm sure you will Frisk. I'm sure you will. Anyway, I wonder why Flowey didn't greet us after we passed Toriel"
The flower monster in question had been absent in the next room, instead leaving a note telling Frisk to go screw himself, as well as thanks for the song. Chara laughed himself silly when he read it.
"Eh, I'm pretty sure I embarrassed him when I sang the song I made up for him." Frisk said, shrugging.
"Wow, I would have paid to see that." Chara said, smiling. Frisk smiled in return, waving at the camera in the bushes. The two walked side by side, going through the long narrow path that made up the entrance to Snowdin forest. Both of them kept the silence, lost in their own thoughts. Frisk was busy formulating the many songs he was going to sing throughout the Underground, making sure there was at least one for each of his friends and more. Chara was busy contemplating the implications of Frisk's declaration of this being the last run. Frisk had come a long way from the scared, distrustful, curiosity-over-morals child he had once been. Now, aside from being determined, he also emulated each of the traits the other children had possessed: patience, courage, integrity, kindness, perseverance and justice. Frisk could easily convince Asriel to break the barrier and free all the monsters, no problem.
'But….' Chara thought to himself, 'Would he be able to convince Azzy to leave with him? Unless Frisk manages to give him his original form back permanently, Asriel won't be convinced of a second chance and stay in the Underground forever. And to my knowledge…."
He glances at Frisk, who's busy mouthing lyrics to himself.
"There's only one way to give soulless creature a soul."
Both humans are broken out of their thoughts by a loud SNAP. Looking back, they spy a large broken branch behind them. Turning to each other, they nod, understanding what that meant.
Sans was here.
Frisk continued on, Chara disappearing back into the microphone. Frisk gave notice that he was affected, his face giving off a blank look. He kept walking, looking straight ahead, until he reached a familiar wooden gate. Unfortunately for Papyrus, the gate wouldn't be able to stop anyone from passing through, save perhaps for Asgore or Greater Dog…..actually, both of them could just knock the thing over, so yeah, it wouldn't be able to stop anyone.
He stopped, waiting for Sans to walk up to him. He didn't have to wait for long.
"Human…don't you know how to greet a new pal?" A voice drawled behind the child.
Chara snorted. 'Actually, it's old pal and former enemy. But whatever floats your row boat.'
"Turn around, and shake my hand."
Frisk slowly turned around, staring at the figure surrounded by shadows before him. The atmosphere was tense. Sans stuck out his hand. Frisk accepted it, bracing himself for the accompanying fart noise.
.
.
.
"Uh huh honey~"
"PFFFFFFFFTTT AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" Frisk lost it right then and there, letting go of Sans' hand and rolling on the ground, laughing. Chara's form appeared and joined in on the floor, reduced to fits of giggles.
Sans, the shadows having left his body, grinned at the two laughing children. "whoops. i don't think whoopee cushions are supposed to make that sound, or words for that matter, but whatever."
"Ahahaha….that was BRILLIANT Sans!" Frisk laughed, grinning widely at the short, hoodie-wearing skeleton.
"do I know you kid? i haven't even said my name yet."
"Drop the act comedian. Frisk and I haven't played 'baseline' since forever, and we're not about to start now. I will give you this; that was funny as (BLEEP!)" Chara remarked, now standing. He helped Frisk off the ground.
"language Chara. what would your mother say?" Sans scolded Chara, who stuck out his tongue in return. Sans checked Frisk's stats, and almost sighed in relief at the sight of zero EXP. Said child managed to control his laughter, and smiled at his dunkle.
"It's good to see you Sans."
"good to see you too kid. you had quite the voice there back in the Ruins." Frisk blushed
"Ah, you heard?"
"yup. i have to say, I'm impressed kid. for someone who hadn't hit puberty yet, you've got a great singing talent. where did you get the microphone though?"
Chara frowned at Sans for this. "Don't play dumb comedian! I know you had a hand in tying my soul to where it is now." The skeleton chuckled in response.
"so, you managed to attach Chara's soul to your microphone? Frisk, there's this, and then there's metal before it was…." Suddenly, Sans swiped the microphone and stuck it in the freezing air. "…cool."
Badum Tish.
Frisk laughed once more while Chara grumbled at the pun. Sans handed the mic back to Frisk. "seriously though, I didn't have any part in whatever Frisk did Chara. swear on my nature as a comedian, as you aptly put it."
"Wait….if you didn't do it….and I know Frisk couldn't have done it without any help…..then….don't tell me…" Chara cursed as realization struck him like one of Flowey's bullets. "THAT DAMNED OLD MAN!"
Frisk nodded as Sans' eyes widened. "Correct. He agreed because apparently, he found it amusing."
"huh. G would have the capabilities to pull of something like that." Sans remarked, mostly to himself as Chara kept swearing in the background. The skeleton checked his watch.
"hey guys, Papyrus should be approaching any minute now. we should get in place already."
Frisk nodded and the two quickly moved along, Chara bringing up the rear as he continued to curse out W.D. Gaster. Frisk hid behind the conveniently shaped lamp and watched Sans and Papyrus' spiel play out. It was actually rather hard to concentrate on the scene, since Chara was STILL cursing beside him. Actually, Chara was just swearing for fun now. Here's a small part of what he was saying.
(BLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP!) (BLEEP!) Stuff an umbrella up your (BLEEP!) (BLEEP!) (BLEEPITY!) (BLEEP!) (BLEEP!) (BLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP!) (ETC, ETC, ETC…..) (BLEEP!) Mother-(BLEEP!)
Sans gave Chara an annoyed glance as Papyrus left, 'Nyeh heh hehs' heard in the distance. He too couldn't concentrate from the fallen child's loud cussing. If he wasn't a ghost, Sans would have gutted Chara for saying such things in his brother's presence.
As Frisk came out from his hiding spot, Sans started to speak. "you ought to get going. he might come back, and if he does….." Sans winked at the two. "…you'll have to sit through more of my hilarious jokes."
"I wouldn't mind" Frisk said. "And Sans?"
"yeah kid?"
"This will be the last run. I promise."
Sans's irises disappeared for a moment, before returning. He looked at Frisk with an expression of 'I-don't-believe-you'.
"…..sure kid."
Frisk turned to leave, but then stopped as he remembered something important. A smile slowly creeping on his face, he turned back to look at Sans, microphone being twirled in his hand. Sans raised a non-existant eyebrow questioningly.
"Actually, I've almost forgot….what I meant to do…." Sensing the music starting up, Chara sighed. The first notes started to play, a harmony of sounds and symphonies heard throughout the area. Sans realized what Frisk was about to do, and blushed.
"kid, really, you don't have to do thi—" Chara cut off the judge of the Underground with an air of resignation.
"Alright Frisk, let's see what you've got for the comedian over here."
Frisk grinned as he raised the mic to his lips, and began to sing.
"Welcomed you, Underground with open arms. You knew,
How fragile their souls were to your abuse.
I let you roam around care free,
They're not your enemies."
'woah. this is going to be good.' Sans thought to himself, relenting and letting Frisk song to his heart's content.
"All this time, Determination served as your lone guide."
"And me. Duh." Chara interjected. Frisk flashed him an annoyed look before continuing.
"Mercy or genocide. yours to decide.
But consequences they increase,
You will answer to me."
The music suddenly became more upbeat. Both child and skeleton found themselves nodding along to the beat; it was just that catchy.
"I exist outside it, even if restarted,
Your actions won't erase.
Nothing safe from my eyes; you might but numbers don't lie.
I can see your real face.
So tell me."
Frisk's voice dipped a bit during the last line. If possible, the music became even more lively and catchy than before, Sans noticed.
"Is there LOVE, is there LOVE, is there LOVE in your heart,
Or kindness in your eyes?"
'Depends on which kind of love you're referring too' Chara said inwardly, even as he and Sans noticed the capitalization of LOVE.
Execute, execute, execute if you want…
Retribution for your crimes.
Were you honest with yourself? 'Cause I'll know,
When I take a look inside.
Is there LOVE, is there LOVE, is there LOVE, in your heart?
Then judgment will be mine!"
Sans and Frisk sat at a table in MTT Resort. Sans was looking cooly at the human, his ever-present grin on his face. Frisk on the other hand looked nervous, trying to keep his anxiety in check.
Sans looked away. "do you get what I'm saying?"
"Might be fun,
But your brutality can't be undone."
"that promise I made to her…" His tone started to get darker.
"And you know you don't want to get dunked on."
"do you know what would have happened if she hadn't said anything?" Frisk shook his head.
Sans closed his eyes, and looked away once more. "buddy…"
"So contemplate your cruelty;"
When he stared at Frisk again, his eyes were hollow, full of a never-ending emptiness. Frisk gulped audibly.
"You'd be DEAD where you stand."
"Only killers play dirty.
"Spare their lives."
Frisk marched on, walking through the Last Corridor. Chara walked next to him, silent and contemplative. They stopped, noticing Sans' figure appear before them.
The bells tolled.
"Consider twice before being unkind,"
"So you finally made it." His expression was hidden in the shadows of the light. "The end of your journey is at hand. In a few moments, you will meet the king."
"Or you will end up having a bad time."
"Together…you will determine the fate of this world." Chara gave a worried glance at Frisk, who gave a small smile in return. Sans continued.
"That's then."
"No puns to make because it's true;"
"Now…..you will be judged."
"The joke will be on you!"
Sans looked back on his memories, remembering the first time he had judged Frisk. As the pacifist child began singing the refrain, his mind flashed to another memory.
"I exist outside it, even if restarted,
Your actions won't erase."
Error grinned maliciously as he held Frisk, Flowey, and Chara in his strings. "boy, you three put up a good fight. but this ends now. so be good little children, and sit tight. i just need to—"
"Nothing safe from my eyes; you might but numbers don't lie.
I can see your real face."
Whatever he was about to say was halted, as a wide slash from behind Error caused him to jump away. A small child stood in the center of the room. He looked a lot like Frisk, if Frisk was monochrome from head to toe. He had no eyes, just pitch black eye sockets. Current, those sockets were narrowed as the child glared at the floating Error.
The rouge entity grinned.
"Found you Core~."
"So tell me.
Is there LOVE, is there LOVE, is there LOVE in your heart,"
Core twitched and leapt back from Error's strings, slashing with his knife to sever the ones that got too close to him. Error moved to pursue, when a bright beam of energy forced him to dodge. Look upwards, he chuckled as he saw Sans standing on one of his blasters, his left eye glowing dangerously.
"Or kindness in your eyes?
Execute, execute, execute if you want…"
"hehe….do you two really think you could stop me?" He raised his right arm, and several Gaster Blasters appeared behind him. They fired, sending a wave of (Error!) and white energy at the two, almost disintegrating them. Almost, if not for the wave of black bones, filled with orange and blue magic, that stopped their approach. As the dust settled, a teenaged-looking Frisk appeared. He wore a black sweater, scarf, pants and shoes along with a white lab coat. His eyes glowed both blue and orange, showing the power that radiated within him. On his head was a mask, in the shape of Gaster's face. That too, was glowing with energy.
Error broke out cackling.
"Retribution for your crimes.
Were you honest with yourself? 'Cause I'll know,"
"Well, isn't this a bit much for little old me? I'm just a heartbreaker after all!" Error laughed, sending his captives of to the side. Strings and blasters appeared all around him, their creator still cackling madly. The three tensed, readying themselves for the fight that was about to begin.
"When I take a look inside.
Is there LOVE, is there LOVE, is there LOVE, in your heart?
Then judgment will be mine!"
Sans chuckled, remembering the question he had once asked Frisk, and then Error.
"So I've got a question for ya. Do you think even the worst person can change? That everyone can be a good person if they just try?"
As the song ended, Sans brought himself out of his memories and looked upon the grinning face of his friend. Frisk dropped the mic, flashing a 'V' sign to the skeleton. Sans laughed, ruffling Frisk's hair.
"that was great kid. you've got some real talent right there. did you do more than one song during the first part of your run?"
Frisk blushed at the praise, while Chara rolled his eyes yet nodding all the same. Sans thought to himself, as the pacifist child started chattering about the songs he did in the Ruins.
'perhaps…..perhaps this run will finally contain the Underground's true judgement. i only hope Frisk stays true to his word. it wouldn't be the first time he's broken my trust.'
SAVE
Omake: Shaking Hands
"Turn around, and shake my hand."
Frisk slowly turned around, staring at the figure surrounded by shadows before him. The atmosphere was tense. Sans stuck out his hand. Frisk accepted it, bracing himself for the accompanying fart noise.
BZZZZT!
"whoops. looks like I swapped the cushion for a joy buzzer instead."
Frisk's light moans of pain were his only answer to that. It looked like Sans' overdid it.
"Turn around, and shake my hand."
Frisk accepted it, bracing himself for the accompanying joy buzzer. Instead, he got an entire skeleton hand.
"AHHHH!" Frisk dropped the hand in surprise, the skeletal limb dropping on the ground. Sans didn't look affected whatsoever, and revealed that his hand was still attached.
"whoops. looks like I switched the buzzer for a fake limb. how HAND-y."
Cue groans from Chara.
"Turn around, and shake my hand."
Frisk accepted it, bracing himself for whatever came next. As the two hands touched each other…..
"Lookie here, two beings shaking hands!" A loud obnoxious voice came from beside them. Turning, the monster and human both looked at the sight of a floating yellow triangle with one eye, limbs, and a top hat. The two exchanged disbelieving glances.
"Name's Bill Cipher! Mind if I join the party?"
"Turn around, and shake my hand."
Frisk accepted it, bracing himself for whatever came next. After the disaster that was Bill Cipher, he was more than ready for something a little more tame.
The moment their hands touched, a music box started to play from…..somewhere…..
"…"
"…"
"Sans?"
"yeah kid?"
"Why is an obviously slowed down version of Carmen Overture 'Toreador" playing?"
Sans blinked and stared behind the human child. "um kid, that's not my doing."
Frisk blinked in return, then slowly, turned around and looked up. A large mechanical bear, arms outstretched and wearing a top hat and bowtie, grinned back eerily.
"ITS ME."
Omake: The Omega Timeline
"So, you try and save those whose timelines have been destroyed by Error?"
Frisk, Chara, Sans, and Core Frisk all sat in Sans' living room. Papyrus was being occupied by Mettaton, who was so delighted to have someone to help him host his shows.
Core Frisk nodded, smiling. "That's right. As an omniscient being connected with all of reality, it is my personal duty to protect the timelines from being erased. Sadly, I couldn't see into where Error has his lair, so I went for the next best thing. I created a timeline that would be able to house every being I have saved from timeline destruction, or being hunted by Error. I call it the Omega Timeline. I've concealed it with every form of protection I know, leaving only one way in or out of it."
"Well, it can't be as stupid as simply walking through a door, thinking about going there and then poof! You're at this timeline, right?" Chara said, snorting in laughter.
This stopped when everyone noticed Core Frisk's shocked and sheepish expression.
"You're kidding me." Chara deadpanned. Core shook his head, a dark tinge on his pale cheeks.
Sans shrugged as he downed his last ketchup bottle. "well, it's not like he is here or anything. so why not give it a shot?"
"Actually, why not? I've been meaning to show you guys this for some time now anyway. Frisk, if you'll do the honors?"
"Yippee!" Frisk yelled, bouncing out of his seat and heading straight for Papyrus' door. He thought about going into the Omega Timeline, and meeting all the alternate versions he's met on his adventures. As soon as he opened the door….
"Frisk? What's the hold up? You seem to be—WOAH!" Chara yelped, too stunned to say anything else. He had gotten out of his seat as well, and had moved to follow Frisk. He had set his expectations bar to a minimum, and so had not been prepared by the sight in front of him. Beside him, Sans dropped his empty ketchup bottle. Tears started to well up in the skeleton's eyes.
In front of the trio, was a sight only seen in fantasies (or the Internet, but they don't know that yet). There were many, many, many monsters there, along with a some humans. All of them were chatting, joking around, hugging, enjoying themselves, and even sparring with each other. The thing was, all the monsters were alternate versions of their friends, and all the humans were alternate versions of Frisk. Sans seemed to have the most number of doppelgangers amongst the mosnters, with Papyrus being in second place. Undynes, Alphys, Napstablooks, and Mettatons were also seen in moderate numbers. Toriel and Asgore seemed to have the least, but still a fair amount of duplicates present. Everyone seemed to be getting along just fine.
Core appeared before them, arms spread wide and a sunny grin on his face.
"Welcome, to the Omega Timeline!"
I hope you enjoyed this chapter! As always, please read and review.
Update: If any of you wanted to see "Stronger Than You", well, I'm saving that for later. Also, we've reached the 2000+ viewer mark! WOW! That's like, one fifth of Mettaton's ratings during a pacifist route. I'm very happy that you guys are still enjoying this fic!
I don't own Core Frisk, Goopytale, or Error Sans. CF was created by dokudoki, Goopytale by Sunny Cider, and Error by Lover of Piggies.
Next Time: Frisk and Chara traverse Snowdin. And of course, Frisk sings. Ciao!
