Chapter 4: TalkIn which nothing is cleared up.
You open your eyes as you hear the door open. You sit up, hugging the canvas around your body as Sans steps in. Your chin trembles as his eyelights fall to you.
“get up.”
You obey quickly, scrambling to your feet and marveling slightly about how nice it feels to not have any broken bones in your legs. You hesitantly approach him, wringing your hands. ‘Did I do something wrong?’
Sans scoffs, “i take the time outta my day to come visit you and you immediately play the victim card?”
Your eyes widen and you shake your head, ‘No. I’m sorry. I’
You've stopped caring whether or not anybody sees you.
Yes, you can hear the monsters you pass by whispering about how you're the human that sacrificed your SOUL, the one to save all monsters. You can feel them staring at you in awe and pity. It makes you grit your teeth and walk faster. If they knew...if they knew how many times you've killed them in cold blood...how many times you've stepped over their dust as you've felt your LV raise, your power growing...
You can look at each face and remember the look of fear and horror as you ended their life. Some fought. Some ran. Some just stood there in shock. Their reaction hadn't mattered to yo
Chapter 3: I PromiseFrisk's dreams about a seemingly idyllic life continue.
Sans has never been one to really openly talk about his feelings or inner thoughts. You've gotten that idea - ever since you SAVED his SOUL during your fight with Asriel, ever since you heard him say in that heavy, depressed voice to just give up, you've known that the skeleton has borne something heavy. But you've never tried to get him to open up. He shares to a point, but past that, he's uncomfortable.
And you understand. You're the same way when it comes to questions about your past, about why you climbed the mountain in the first place.
Maybe someday you'll
This is Just Our HellIn which Chara decides to find out exactly what it takes to break the comedian,and just how low he can be brought down.
Part 1: New HomeChara is tired of the same old same old. And Sans is just tired.
Chapter 9: A Joke Isn't as Funny the Second Time AroundFool me once...
After only an hour of sleep, Sans starts stirring. His breathing quickens and his hands clench the couch cushions. "hff..hff...Papyrus...no, no no no..."
His eye flares up in tremendous pain as he tries to subconsciously summon his magic. This jolts him awake. He falls off the couch, holding his hands over the empty socket and trying to keep his
Chapter 2:He can't decide whether you should live or die..
Your eyes widen, and your mouth parts to let out a terrified cry, but Sans shoves you back and puts his hand over your lips, eyes narrowing and sockets blackening, “don’t you dare make a single goddamn sound, kid.”
Quickly you swallow down your scream, nodding in understanding and quickly sliding to your seat when Sans lets you go, ‘Where am I?’ Your hands are shaking badly as you ask.
“my house. but my house doubles as Papyrus’s house, so, you know...unless you wanna get taken to Asgore, have your SOUL ripped out horribly, and be respons