Hey guys, back for Chapter 3! Before we get started, I'm going to have to ramble a little bit about some things. If you don't give a shit, then go ahead and skip down to the story. If you are still with me, then I would like to call to attention a couple of reviews for this story. One, by a person whose username is just "Yo", basically said that this story is boring because it's a narration of the fight with some inner monologue from Sans, which is nothing that hasn't been done before. And…. Yeah they are kinda right. I can do better than this, and I should. There is a lot that can be done to separate this from other bit different from the others, because we are going off book. Which leads me to another review by "Aria Tavoosi", which basically tossed out an idea for the story, which I'm not going to spoil (go look at the review if you really want to know). Aria, I'm going to half use that idea if that's alright with you. To both of you, thank you for what you've said. It's given me… determination… to do much better going forward, because you guys deserve that. Thanks, I hope you enjoy!
PS: To the other people that reviewed and let me know where I made mistakes, thank you for letting me know. I appreciate it. I haven't changed the previous chapters yet, might do that later. "Yo" called me out on that as well, but you know what? I'm lazy, so get over it. I'll get to it eventually.
Sans sighed heavily when the kid entered the hall. He had been dreading this ever since he had first seen that human, way back in the snowy forest. He hated fighting, but this was inevitable. And unbeatable. Sans was just a monster. When it came down to it, no matter how many tricks he pulled out of his sleeve or however many times he beat him, the kid would win. Humans were just too powerful. One of these times Sans would slip, he would die, and the whole process would continue, only to happen again.
But somehow, this was different. Sans didn't know how he knew this, since he could not remember ever fighting the kid before. He knew he must have, but even so, what was giving this away? The human had yet to do anything that Sans hadn't expected yet. No sign at all that they had faced off already. But somehow Sans could feel it, like a presence. This time was different.
The human suddenly stopped. Sans tensed up. He actually wasn't sure what was going to happen for once, and that uncertainty unnerved him. He had to be ready, had to be prepared. He was all that was left to stop the kid.
But nothing could have prepared him for what came next.
You are a fool, skeleton.
Sans heard the voice, but no one had spoken. The human's mouth was still closed, along with their eyes. There was no one else here. Who could have possibly said that? It was impossible.
The child trusted you. You actually reached them, made them believe that they could actually have a friend. After everything that the child had done, they gave up their goal because you gave them a chance, and asked them to stop the genocide they were performing. Do you realize how significant this is? They put everything onto you. Their trust. Their hope. Their determination. But then, you destroyed it. You shattered them. You broke them. So, they surrendered. They gave control to me. You aren't dealing with Frisk anymore, skeleton. I am alive once again. Now you fight me.
"What the hell are you?" Sans asked apprehensively. He couldn't make any sense of what was going on anymore, but now he knew he was out of his league.
The child smiled, and opened its eyes to look at Sans. Suddenly Sans knew. He just knew. This was evil itself. Destruction. Hate. All rolled up into one single child. This wasn't the same kid that Sans had seen before. This wasn't the same kid that had killed all of those monsters. Undyne. Mettaton.
Papyrus.
This unholy demon was something of a whole new level.
I
Am
Chara.
The human slowly put their hand into their pocket, then just as slowly drew something out. It was a knife. The smile on the kid's face grew wider.
Are you scared, skeleton? This is when your kind dies.
Sans didn't answer. For once, he had absolutely no idea what to say.
The attack came without warning, and almost too fast to evade.
Almost.
Sans survived, barely getting out of the way of the attack from the human. It may have been close, but he had done it. He had survived. It was his turn now.
The child grinned even wider.
You don't get it, do you? I am like nothing you have ever faced. You are a gnat before me. You may have found ways to bend the rules, but that doesn't matter against me. The rules don't apply anymore, you idiot.
Then the impossible happened. They attacked again.
Sans didn't expect it, and again barely dodged. It was even closer this time. Then they attacked again. And again. Sans didn't even know how he was pulling out survival at this point. If it had been anyone other than him, they would be long dead.
The human stopped, reveling in the moment.
Surprised? You shouldn't be. This is my world. But I must say, you are very powerful, skeleton. I see what the child admired about you. Why it trusted you, when it killed everything else. you are the only one that could present a challenge. You were only ever a temporary obstacle, but you were the only one that could make them feel death. Thus, you were the only one to make them feel alive. You were a kindred spirit to the child. But powerful you may be, in the end you are nothing. You are nothing compared to me.
The human dropped the knife. Instead of the clatter of metal on stone, it just bounced. The cold realization of this came to him. It had just been a toy. A damn toy. The kid drew the real knife from its pocket.
Are you ready for the real battle, skeleton? I feel like I've gotten a little bit warmed up.
"Are you ready, you son of a bitch?" Sans asked, attacking for the first time. Bones flew everywhere, and Gaster Blasters tore apart the entire hall. But somehow, someway, not a single attack hit. The human dodged everything, and not only that but made it look easy.
Sans panted, out of breath after throwing everything he could at the human. Was there anything he could do that would even scratch them?
Was that it? You're done? I'm not impressed. I expected more. I guess it's my turn.
Sans never stood a chance.
The human moved far faster than Sans was even capable of, slicing through his body. Sans fall back, already feeling his life drain away.
He had lost.
"So…." Sans coughed out. "Guess that's it, huh?" he crawled back to his feet. His vision was fading. He thought he saw a familiar face. "Welp. I'm going to Grillby's. Papyrus, do you-"
He was cut off when the human struck again.
Quit wasting my time.
Then everything faded away.
That's about it for this. I incorporated some of what I could, and tried to make something a bit more unique than if I had kept following the path I had been taking with this story. I hope you guys can accept it for what it is. Thanks for reading! Part 4 (yes, there will be another part) will be coming soon to round out this story. See you next time!