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I took a step forward, opening my mouth in order to tell the skeleton that I didn't want to fight.

"Stop right there." Chara stood in front of me, arms outstretched in order to block me, "Whatever you do, be it talking or whatever else, that counts as part of your turn. Don't waste it."

I watched them for a moment, somewhat not wanting to trust them.

They looked over their shoulder, a focused, unsatisfied look in their eyes, "I need you to click the act button."

"The w-"

"Shh... don't talk. You'll forfeit your turn." They kept their body in the same position, eyes watching me, "Look down."

I did what they asked, looking at three panels that floated at waist level. Fight, Act, and Mercy. I reached out to act, the button dissipating upon touch.

"Shit." They hissed, eyeing the white letters that spelled ASTER, "What're you even planing, old man? ... Tap his name." They turned their head, watching the patient skeleton, "What does it say?"

I swiped my arm through the name, watching the new words that appeared, "Check. Talk... Pick on. Joke."

"Why the hell is pick on on option?" They sighed, finally lowering their arms, "Umm... Check."

I pressed it, the entire window disappearing. I looked up, Aster's stats floating next to him. Hp:? Atk:? "Most likely the worst fight you'll ever have."

"Well, that's helpful." They sighed.

Aster lifted his hand with one small motion, bones beginning to appear on the ground.

"Run, you idiot!" The demon began to shout at me, and I did as it said, "Not in a straight line, dimwit."

The bones eventually stopped, only one barely grazing me.

"Well..." I wheezed, brushing myself off as the three buttons appeared once again, "That was something."

"Fights are solely turn-based." They motioned to my fight button, wanting me to press it, "So, unless you're an asshole, it's customary to not attack during someone else's turn."

I pawed at the fight button, the window immediately disappearing.

"Take off your band, first." They requested.

"And why should I?" I sneered, raising my left hand.

"Do you want to survive this fight, because the only way he'll allow that is for one of you to have your hp whittled away, and you're currently at two thirds of max."

I let out a sigh, taking my right arm out of my jacket and rolling up the sleeve. The band snapped off with ease, dropping down to the ground with a surprisingly heavy clank.

I raised my hand up once again, feeling a burning sensation in my eyes. This was new. This was power that I haven't used. This was power that I can't control.

Bones appeared in the air, shooting at my opponent at lightning speed. He didn't even dodge. How could he just take that?

This is all just an experiment.

Anger welled up in me, already tired of being just a test subject to the man. I could feel my magic begin to envelope me, swallowing me whole. I couldn't hear much over a screeching and some laughter... and then a beam of light came from behind me.

I couldn't move, only able to watch what was in my peripherals. Blue magic turning red, and then a black darker than night itself. It was a magic so heavy that I couldn't see more than two inches from my face.

I felt a heavy force slam into my ribs, and then I was out.

"God dammit." I moaned, cradling my head with my hands, "The hell happened?"

Wingding and Aster were far off, talking to each other. The taller glanced at me for a moment before signing something. Aster then nodded, approaching me.

"Sans?" Their voice, timid and shy, was somehow soothing, helping me relax, "How did you get that armband?"

I looked over to my right bicep, the sleeve rolled of and the band secure around the muscle, "A friend." I sighed, tracing my fingers against the metal.

"Well, they did a great job." He laughed, voice starting to sound just a little warmer, "We're going to need to have you keep that on."

"I'll trust you on that." I laughed, shrugging the entirety of the situation off.

Wingding handed me a piece of paper.

"You managed to summon this." Aster clarified, pointing at the well-drawn sketch, "Could you tell us what this is?"

My eyes followed the shape, not quite sure what to make out of it, "It..." I started, somewhat doubting myself, "kinda looks like a dragon skull."

"Have you never summoned this thing, before?"

I shook my head, eyes still set on the paper, "No." I followed the beam that it seemed to shoot out of its mouth, "Was it cool, though?"

Dings nodded, Aster shrugged.

{Everyone has a special attack that's specific to them.} The taller skeleton spoke, slow enough that my clouded mind could figure it out.\

"Well then, I need to find a name for it." I mused, looking back up at the two, "Mind if I keep this?"

{By all means.}

I hadn't noticed earlier (They probably weren't there, earlier) that Chara had been leaning against a wall, irritation written all over their face.

The memories came flooding back, anger consuming me once more.

They looked up at me, a wry grin pulling tightly at their lips.

That's the last time I trust a demon.