Chapter 9

Sans woke up groggy and in a comfortable bed; one of those two things he was not used to. The bed felt strange underneath him, and after sleeping for who knows how long; his body felt more tired than when it had first fallen to sleep.

"What the hell…?" Sans groans, sitting up only to be made aware of his emptiness; the toy had been removed. His pussy had yet to deform, and even the slightest movement sent a burning feeling up his spine.

"Oh fuck… Master~" Sans keens, trying to determine his surroundings so he could convince Master to fuck him senseless and fill the utter need that was rising from his pelvis. The door to his room opens, and Sans yelps when he's gathered in someone's arms and hugged. His head was buried in a familiar red scarf, and Sans took a deep breath; spaghetti and magic.

"Papyrus?" he whispers, disappointment welling in his chest. It was his brother… not Master.

Wait…

"Princess?" Sans hears Horror call, and Red turns around to see Horror standing there with a bag. Sans feels tears in his eyes as relief builds up.

"Master! Master help me!" Sans wails, and Red stares at him in amazement before quickly teleporting again. Horror's yell of anger echoed throughout the whole HorrorTale underground as Red ran through the VOID tear, slamming it closed behind them. Sans struggled in his grip, summoning magic attacks and trying his hardest to get Red to drop him.

"Original! What the hell?! You're going to kill both of us!" Red exclaims, ripping open a new tear that lead to the meeting room. Sans screamed, fighting wildly to get free and get back.

"Oh dear stars; I'm sorry Original!"

"BROTHER? WHAT'S-" Papyrus exclaims, trying to keep a hold on the struggling skeleton in his arms.

"Let me go! Where's Master?!" Sans tried to use his magic and teleport, but due to underuse his body couldn't muster it up. It was like a muscle that wasn't kept in shape; slow and useless.

Time to do this the old fashion way… Sans grunts, using his little bit of magic to grasp Papyrus' soul and shove him to the side. He made sure to cushion the other's fall, he would never hurt Papyrus; but he needed to find Master now. He rushed through the open door, his shocked brother following closely behind him.

"BROTHER! YOU SHOULD NOT BE MOVING! RED SAID THAT THE PERSON WHO TOOK YOU HAS DRUGGED YOU AND THAT YOU CANNOT THINK STRAIGHT!" Papyrus yells, but Sans ignored him. He raced down the hall, his legs aching already from the sudden exercise, his head spinning from his quick movements. He turned a corner, his brain rushing as he tried to figure out his location, when he found the meeting room.

Blue, Red, Mob, Reaper (ReaperTale Sans), G, and Murder (Dustale Sans) all opposed Horror, magic and blasters shooting off everywhere. Sans saw that his master was struggling against all the firepower, doing his best to dodge. His hoodie was torn and burned, and Sans felt something crawl up his throat as he was torn with indecision.

"Original! Why the hell are you up?!" Red calls, sending off another wave of bones; Blue grasped at Horror's soul and pulled him down towards the wave. Horror swerved, using his own magic to pull himself sideways and out of harm's way.

"Princess! You need to get away! You'll get yourself killed!" Horror yells, dodging around Mob's pistol fire and Reaper's scythe. G's dark black tendrils grabbed his ankle, slamming him into a wall while Murder threw a bone-knife. Horror struggled, legs deflecting the knife; but he couldn't get down.

Sans saw nothing except Horror, saw him struggling as Red used the last of his magic to form his Gaster Blasters and charged them up. Time slowed down, and Sans' felt Papyrus trying to pull him away. Magic was thick in the air, and Sans' hands balled up his skirt as his own magic reacted to the atmosphere.

He teleported in front of the blast.

"Fuck! Original!" Red quickly averts the blast, the beam destroying the restroom and severing through G's tentacles. G lets out a pain-filled gasp, falling to his knees as his destroyed appendages dissipated.

Sans didn't care; he felt alive. His magic warped the air around him, blasters and bones taking shape around him. He snatched at each person's soul, slamming them into the ground.

"Original!" Blue calls, struggling against Sans' magic. Red growls, forcing himself up off the ground. Sans glares at him, pushing down harder. Red struggles, lifting his head to look Sans in the eye.

"C'mon Sans… we're trying to help you. Just let us help you…" Red pleads, and Sans stares at him before feeling a light tug on his skirt. He looked down to see Horror smiling up at him.

"C'mon princess; it's better for the multi-universes if you just go with them. Let them kill me." Sans felt his eyes widen, his CHECK activating instantly.

COMIC SANS (HORROR/MASTER)

LV: 1

HP: 1

ATK: 1

DEF: 1

FULL OF LOVE AND INTENDS TO LOVE BACK. WILLING TO SACRIFICE HIMSELF.

{SPARE} {KILL}

The options appeared in front of him, the world around him going black and white as he stared at the two options. Horror smiled at him, Red shouted to KILL. Sans looked down at his Master, and let a small smile through.

[SPARE]