Requested by CrimsonTrainer-4395
Judgement
Where was that human? Wan't like this one was talkative, but come on, perhaps they could at least tell him where they were going. The snow crunched beneath his slippers, and he inhaled the brisk winter air, his exhale like the steam of a whistling kettle. Hearing sounds of his brother, Sans went closer to see what was going on. He was almost invisible in the fog, but kept his distance for good measure.
"I Papyrus, welcome you with open arms!"
Huh? Welcome who? Then he saw it. The monster slashed through his brother with no mercy. The monster took away all he had. The monster will face judgement...Tears fell with angry splashes. And then the monster will die. Sans gingerly lifted his brothers scarf, the one he held dear and refused to take off.
And the beast will die. Again and again until it has given up...Or until the true puppet master does. Like he did, so long ago.
But not anymore.
Because sometimes, you need to make sure they feel the sins crawling up their shameful backs.
A/N: This one is waaaay too long, and idk kind of….quick. Sorry for lateish update
SIMPLISTIC REQUEST:
Characters: (4 max)
Feeling: (What atmosphere do you want? Anger? Joy?)