Before you start reading I want to give you a little background of this fanfiction. This is a fanfiction made to explain my Au called UnderJudge. Most of the the story follows cannon Undertale, the difference is my original character. He makes an impact on the story, but for you to find how he impacts is for read the fanfiction! Also,Wingdings does not transfer over to well so it's just be a series is -, so look it for that.
Please note I do not own Undertale, only this au and the original characters displayed In it!
Hope you enjoy it!
Edit - for those that have read the original chapter, I'm sorry it was so bad lol but heres the updated version and i like this one much better. Enjoy!
[Bam!]
Sans looks down resignedly, his amulet resting in half on his sternum, cut in half from the second [CRITICAL] hit Frisk landed on him. Even if he could take a third hit, he was going to die anyway. His cracked skull throbbed, making him pull at his broken eye socket, trying to relieve the pain. He could physically see his phalanges starting to freeze over, a thin layer of ice creeping up to the tips of his phalanges, fusing his them together. The throbbing in his head expanded more, making him cringe, as another layer of ice slowly spread from his broken skull.
"welp kid. this is it." He said to the (dirty brother killer-) human. Frisk tilted their head, seemingly confused, as Sans still had a third of his H.P. left. He chuckled darkly, swiping his frozen phalanges across his slowly freezing cranium. His eye lights shuttered, as another wave of pain hit him, making him clench his mandible, a scraping sound emitting from him. This time the pain was focused around his spine, slowly passing his sacrum down to his femurs.
"you seem confused. i would explain, but i dont have a lot of time left. but i do have time to give a warning…" Sans' dual-colored eyes lights finally flicker out. Frisk grinned, 'this is new,' they thought excitedly. Maybe they finally forced Sans into new dialogue after all these genocides! Excitement rippled through their body. After so long of trying for a new outcome in these forced rests, they may have finally done it. Frisk ignored the surprise and disappointment from Chara, barely able to keep from jumping up and down in excitement.
You really are more sadistic than me, Chara said, his shadow-like body swirling around Frisk to settle behind them, also watching Sans sprout his new dialogue. His red bead-like eyes were narrowed in disappointment, pointedly glaring at the back of Frisk's head. Frisk rolls their eyes, glancing over at them before refocusing on Sans.
"be prepared for what comes next, - won't be as kind as me…" He continues, voice glitching as he speaks in a language unknown to Frisk. With the last of his strength, Sans clasped his hands in front of him, tilting his head up slightly. With his motions completed, Sans body froze all the way, forever stuck in a pose eerily resembling a praying pose, and Frisk slowly crept up to Sans. They didn't know why they were being so cautious, they knew he was dead, completely frozen, ice still growing from his body. They noticed that he had no smile, and his eyes were closed. 'So it was a praying pose,' Frisk confirmed.
Frisk walked up to Sans, more confident in their steps than before, sidestepping him as they picked up his fallen heart locket. It was an upside-down heart locket though, and it was open, revealing a picture inside. It was of a skeleton family, there were two adults and one toddler and one baby. But the picture was faded with time, and Frisk couldn't make out any features on either of the parents. But they could see who the child skeletons were. The smallest one was obviously Papyrus from his sharp cheekbones and grumpy scowling. It's the look he usually has when Sans tells a particularly dumb pun. The other child must be Sans then, as his head was round and he was wearing the standard blue he wears now. But his face was also faded, along with the two adult skeletons but Frisk was certain it was Sans.
Papyrus was cute when he was younger. But I've never seen those other skeletons before. Chara offered, swirling around to be slightly in front of Frisk looking down at the locket. Frisk shrugged and pocketed the locket. Hey, that's not yours… Chara frowns at them disapprovingly. Frisk gave them a look, raising an eyebrow at him. A blush crosses over his shadowy form as they look away. Whatever… He grumbles, crossing his arms. He grunts quietly as his spirit form is forcibly made to follow Frisk as they continue down the corridor.
As they progressed, Frisk's bad feeling grew. They paused before exiting the corridor, looking at the pitch-black room before them. They glance behind them at Sans' frozen form, that unsettling feeling increasing when they gazed upon him. What's wrong? Is something there? Chara asked, orbiting around Frisk to look into the Dark room. Frisk grimaced, looking back at the room, feeling the oppressing force lessen as they looked away from Sans. 'Something new has happened, and I don't know if that's a good thing yet,' Frisk thought to Chara, taking a step into the room, Chara letting them take the lead. Not even 5 steps into the room before Frisk was hit with the full brunt of that oppressive feeling. It weighed down on Frisk, threatening to make their knees buckle. The clasps at their chest with their free hand, their other one death gripping their knife.
You feel your sins crawling on your back, Chara giggled, saying his classic line when fighting Sans. 'Is that what this is? It was never this thick when it was Sans.' They said, taking more steps forward with difficulty, feeling like they were walking through molasses, their feet dragging with each step. Managing to take a few more steps forward, Frisk could physically feel their body locking up, their joints creaking. Panic starts to set in as they try valiantly to move.
Heavy footsteps sounded from behind them, and Frisk tried to whip around to try and catch a glimpse of the figure. With their body locked as it was, their head had only so much turning room, and so they were not able to see the newcomer. With growing dread, Frisk realized they were stuck in a Blue Magic sequence. 'But that's not possible,' they thought frantically, 'only boss monsters know how to advance Blue Magic! And there are only 4 in the whole underground!' Chara smirked at them, spinning around them one more time. Well, this is what you wanted, isn't it partner? Something new to satisfy your never-ending curiosity? Chara snarked, retreating into Frisk so he wouldn't distract Frisk from the upcoming battle.
"Heh. You Really Have Done It Now, Huh?" The figure said in a baritone voice, their footsteps stopping just behind them. Frisk Tries [Determinedly] to turn, wanting to see their would-be challenger, even as fear churned in their stomach. Don't back out now Frisk, not after everything you've done, Chara whispers in their head. Do not waste their deaths because you're scared of the outcome.
The figure chuckles darkly behind them, Frisk jumping as they felt their bony hands grip their left shoulder. Frozen with fear, Frisk wasn't able to look down at the figure's hand, but they noticed that their hand was too large to be normal. Even larger than Toriels and Asgores and they were big monsters. "Listen To Your Little Ghost, Frisk…" They said harshly, gripping their shoulder a little tighter. "It Would Be Unwise To Reset Now."
Suddenly Frisk could feel the force holding them still, release, letting them rip away from the figure's hand to whip around to see their opponent. Frisk had to look up and up, to be able to see their face, which were still covered in shadows to Frisk's scared annoyance. The figure adjusts their sleeve, drawing Frisk eyes to the hand that was previously holding them. They weren't just bony, they were actual bones. Big, sharpened bone fingers that Frisk was sure was larger than their own head. What really caught their eye though, was how their black sleeve was dripping with an oily substance, but the strange thing was the substance wasn't falling. It was like it was being sucked back up into the figure's arms each time it tries to drip down.
"Eyes Up Here, Frisk." They said, snapping towards their face. Frisk's eyes flew up in surprise, as the figure's arms hadn't moved from their position. Frisk takes a step back as the figure face was lit up in an ominous red glow, showing them slightly their skeletal face.
"You Have A Lot To Answer For, Dirt Son Killer."