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..…

“OH COME ON!” You screeched, running your hands through your hair as you finally looked around your surroundings.

Yep. Same old wintery surroundings that were here thirty deaths prior.

“I’m still fucking here then, got it, wonderful even,” you muttered scornfully.

You glared at your surroundings, the scent beginning to bug your nose. It smelled like burnt ash and dust.

And it was cold.

You wrapped your arms around yourself a little tighter with a small shiver as you shoved your knife in your pocket. You stood up from the snow, shaking it off the back of your legs, and began to walk through the forest. “Which universe is this one..” You wondered, partially curious, yet also sour that you were still here.

It looked like the same old Snowdin forest, except more grey. Definitely a lot of death around here.

There was a scream.

You knew that cry, one you’ve heard a long time ago before.

An almost feral smile lit your face up as you began heading towards the scream, which had been followed by the sick crunch of bones. You basically sprinted there, slipping multiple times in your rush.

You arrived just as the hooded Sans (a Dust, your mind told you) finished killing Papyrus. You stood at a tree, hand on the trunk, a low whistle leaving you, alerting Dust. “Damn. It’s been awhile since I’ve seen a dead brother.”

Dust flung his arm out, three Gaster Blasters shooting at you, giving you no room to dodge.

–

[You are dead.]

–

“Awhh,” you pouted, taking a moment before sprinting back where you found Dust and Papyrus, watching him kill his brother, giving the same whistle. “Hey, you think you can hit the heart this time??”

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[You are dead.]

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“What about the head??” You watched Dust’s eye-lights flicker out before you died.

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[You are dead.]

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This time, Dust meets you first after his brother dusts away, pinning you to the ground with a bone in your shoulder, a dark expression on his skull. “why aren’t you staying dead, you aren’t the kid.” He questioned in a quiet snarl.

You considered him briefly before raising a brow. “Your kid isn’t dead yet??” You asked genuinely.

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[You are dead.]

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Alright, you deserved that, you’ll admit.

Man, you’re a bit rusty with social skills, you’re starting to think that.

Course that’s what happens when you’re in solitude.

Dust pinned you against a tree this time, and you wisely kept your mouth shut. “let’s try this again,” he offered ‘kindly’ with a mock smile. “why aren’t you dying.”

“I fuckin’ wish I could bro, maybe try again?” You suggested with a sharp grin.

Dust sneered and you felt the familiar sensation of getting CHECKed, watching as his eye-lights completely disappeared. He unpinned you from the tree and you felt yourself mourn the loss.

Man it’s been so long since you’ve gotten actual contact hasn’t it? Stupid.

Confusion grew on Dust’s skull. “large lv… yet. no exp?” He muttered to himself, a hand over his mouth as he thought. A blue and red eye-light lit up, keeping it trained on you.

You yourself, felt a little irritated at being left out of the loop. “The fuck are you talking about??”

You saw his expression light up, a little sadistic light coming to those eye-lights.

Well ain’t that a sight, huh.

He grabbed your arm tight. “you’re gonna do something for me,” he said firmly.

You shrugged best you could with his grip. “Aight, what’re we doin, where we goin?”

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Being randomly transported is where you were going apparently, behind a tiny child.

Oh shit wait, that was Frisk- man, it’s been awhile since you saw a Frisk.

Or- wait how long has it been?

Time really gets away from you y’know?

You just sighed silently, running a hand down your face as you stood there, alone. The rude bastard left you alone without any explanation on what you were doing here behind the murderous child.

Welp.

You gave a quiet shuffle of your foot against the snow, purposefully making a sound, causing the kid to startle, turning around with their knife already aimed. You raised your brow, watching complex emotions wash over their face before they got into a more ‘proper’ attack position and lunging towards you.

You easily stepped out of the way. I mean, honestly, it was a child.

Kinda pathetic if you couldn’t dodge a kid, isn’t it?

You disarmed the kid when they lunged at you again, a glare on their face, ignoring the voices that sprang in your mind at holding the knife. Let’s not traumatize the kid right now, yeah?

Not yet at least. :)

Right.

Not yet.

Frisk lunged for the knife, and you jumped back. “Nah ah, you’ve lost your knife privileges.” You gleefully told them, spinning the knife in your hand.

Your eyes lit up when you saw Dust appear behind Frisk, the kid noticing a bit too late as a bone shanks their side.

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Oh, no, no, no. You hated that feeling.

It didn’t come from you, it was dirty. It doesn’t count.

No, no it doesn’t count.

You found yourself spinning the knife, watching Dust shortcut behind Frisk, the kid narrowly dodging with a snarl on their face, eyes just barely a hint of red.

Realization hit you.

“So that’s why you haven’t killed your kid yet!”

Dust sneered. “shitty fuckin’ human.”

You chuckled. “Aren’t we all.”

Frisk was stopped a few feet away from the both of you, staring at you and Dust, and you could practically see the cogs turning in their head.

Traumatize a child time? :D

Traumatize a child time.

You approached Frisk with a slight eye roll, and kneeled in front of them. “Alright. You mind telling me, why exactly, you’re killing the entire Underground, kid?” You asked with fake nicety.

Frisk immediately shook their head and quickly reached for the knife, however just as quick, you tossed the knife behind you and grabbed their wrists, taking no regard for how tiny their wrists were in your hands.

“It’s just a game to you, isn’t it?” You grinned when they flinched, your hands squeezing a little tighter. “Killin’ all these monsters, no mother to care what you do, nobody to disappoint. Obviously, nobody’s getting hurt, right?” You could hear Dust behind you, could feel the tense energy behind you. “No human’s getting hurt right?”

[You are dead.]

Your grin was bloody, a sharp bone straight through your head, blood covering your vision, you weren’t even sure you were quite looking straight at Frisk. Your grip stayed latched on their wrists, despite their struggle. “Nobody’s playing the game anymore. Nobody’s waiting for you.”

[You are dead.]

“You’re not wanted anymore. Nobody will remember you. Nobody does.”

[You are dead.]

You finally let go of their wrists, instead reaching and pulling their head back by their hair, feeling a twisted sense of joy at the silent tears running down their cheeks. “That’s what humanity is, Frisk. We don’t do anything for you. This game?” You saw a flicker of fear in those maroon eyes. Though maybe it was due to the knife pressed against their throat. “It’s not fun anymore, is it?”

You slightly lightened the hold on the knife so the kid could shake their head, otherwise they would have accidently slashed their throat.

Can’t have that, now can we?

You hummed. “Then stop playing.”

You felt the heat of the blast this time, and all you saw were the tears that left those eyes.

You felt joy at that!

Maybe a little.

[You are dead.]

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You came around this time without Frisk.

Dust was merely staring at you with a blank look, skeptical, and suspicious. “you have a way with words,” he remarked.

You shrugged, scratching the back of your head. “It’s not my first breaking a child’s hope.” You snickered, finding it all amusing. “A child’s determination. It’s really quite fragile, isn’t it?”

It was a rhetorical question really.

“… is it?” Dust questioned.

You waved a hand. “Just gotta think how they would, how they would view things, and shatter it.”

There was a contemplating thought. “… good to know,” he said slowly before raising a sharpened bone at your neck, stepping forward with his question. “now who the fuck are you. You’re not like the kid.”

You paid no mind to the pointy at your jugular. “Yeah that’s a good thing or else you’d be in this cycle over and over again.”

You felt the same feeling of a CHECK again, and his expression darkened once again. “get out of the underground.”

You grinned. “Would if I could boo!”

[You are dead.]

“Okay yeah, I deserved that one.”

Dust scoffed, pressing the bone deeper. “You’re just like the kid, yet worse.”

Damn that’s kinda rude.

“Worse?? Damn man, I’m honestly offended.” You did not look offended, you didn’t really care actually.

“explain yourself.”

You rolled your eyes. “Don’t think I will.”

[You are dead.]

“explain.”

“Wouldn’t you like to know weather boy?”

[You are dead.]

“you’re more annoying than the kid.”

You frowned. “Rude that you’re comparing me to a child that’s killed the Underground multiple times.”

Dust raised a brow. “you saying you haven’t?”

You pinched the ridge of your nose. “I have no interesting in doing such a thing!”

His eye sockets narrowed. “but you have.”

You stared at him, brows screwed together. “No??” You waved the bone at your neck away, Dust surprisingly letting you. “I haven’t killed anyone. Destroyed a child’s hope and determination, sure, but I’ve never killed anyone! Whether it be monster or human.” There was a slight tick to your lips, amusing yourself by what you said.

I mean, killing yourself didn’t really count, now did it? It wasn’t murder, just a typical suicide, you know?

“then one of you is lying.” He CHECKed you again, and you were starting to get really tired of the feeling. “you don’t make sense, your stats don’t make sense,” he muttered darkly.

You waved a hand, trying to get his attention again. “Yeah, no, confused human over here, sorry, do you mind actually explaining what’s so wrong???”

Dust paused and looked at you. “you don’t see your stats do you.”

“Nope!” You chirped. You thought back to any memory that you could remember.

Yep, no other killing on your part, honestly you were such a model citizen.

“I don’t kill people dude.”

“then why is your lv like that?”

“Like what, c’mon Dusty, I told ya, I can’t see my lv!” You relished in the socket twitch at the nickname, though a little surprised he didn’t immediately kill you for it.

Awh..

He was about to speak before you interrupted him. “So, ya mind explaining your Underground?”

A short growl left him before clipped words left him. “kid did genocide. what’s there to explain.”

You started walking through the snow, aimless, no real purpose as you spoke. “To which you started doin it first, I gathered that part,” you nodded. You glanced at him before going back to wandering, hearing the hesitancy as Dust just barely followed you. “Seen a few places like you, yet not quite you.”

“th’hell are you talking about,” he sneered and you waved him off.

Oh so this one doesn’t know about the different universes! Definitely a classic one then. How lucky were you, to get to the barebones of the start!

You chuckled to yourself before pausing and counting on your fingers. How many was it? One, two… five… seven, eight, nine, ten… “.. Eleven?” You groaned. “Only eleven, really? Damn.” Your hand flexed, fingers wanting to dart to your concealed knife to even things out. You took a steadying breath. “Alright. Alright. This. This is fine,” you breathed to yourself, running a hand down your face.

You turned towards Dust, a little startled by the sudden closeness, taking a slight step back, though not actually moving back away. “Hey, dusty, anyone else alive?” Where exactly were you at in this timeline?

Dumbass if he just killed Papyrus then-

“.. undyne, alphys, mettaton, and asgore.” He did not look pleased whatsoever about telling you, but whatever.

You began walking with more of a purpose, staring down at the ground, watching for a glint, a smirk appearing on your face when you found what you were looking for. You kneeled down, parting the grass, revealing the glint of a camera. “Hey Alphys,” you crooned.

You felt Dust lean over your shoulder, staring for a moment before cursing under his breath. “shoulda known.”

You shrugged. “She typically has these cameras following humans. Aka, the knife happy child.” You gave Dust a smug grin. “Though she definitely caught your actions.”

“you’re not helping the urge to kill you even though it won’t do anything.”

You pouted. “Would rather you did.”

“... kid what the fuck.”

You stuck out your tongue in response, going back to the camera and picking it up, examining it. “Annnyyywhooo, she’s probably dead by now.”

Was it before or after Undyne dies…

“i haven’t killed her yet.” Confusion laced his voice and you just looked at him weirdly.

“She kills herself.” A spare hand pointed a finger to the side of your skull. “Right here.” You made the motion of a gun going off, unsettling Dust with the expression on your face. You took a step closer, still holding the camera. “C’mon Sans, you didn’t really think they’d let themselves be killed by you, did they?” You darted out, hands gripping his shoulders, the camera dropping from your hands. “No, oh, no no no, they took the easy way out to escape you.” You didn’t know how to describe the expression on your face besides crazed.

His eye-lights were gone.

“Just because you start things doesn’t mean they subject themselves to you.” A more natural grin relaxed onto your face as you let go of Dust and turned around. “Some try to trick themselves into thinking they can escape. Either die by you. Or die from their own hand.” You looked back at him, a glint in your eyes. “Alphys chose her own hand. Granted it was after you killed Undyne, but ehh semantics,” you waved a dismissive hand.

“So what will you do-”

[You are dead.]

Huh. Should have figured.

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You came to with your arms crossed, just staring at Dust. Really, did he have to be so dramatic? It almost made you feel like the bad guy.

You haven’t killed anyone, so you obviously weren’t.

Right. You weren’t obviously.

Dust stared at you with that empty look of his, a look that made you want to tease him to hell about his actions.

How many time would he kill you then?

You dismissed the thought and sighed, scratching the back of your neck with pursed lips. “I… probably shouldn’t have gone that far. I.. uh. Apologize. For. That,” you said awkwardly, internally wincing at your shitty apology.

The lights in Dust’s sockets just barely returned and there was a sharp exhale from him. He kept his distance still, but he finally spoke again, hands in his pockets. “who exactly are ya?”

You blinked, raising an eyebrow. “Who am I?”

He nodded.

“I’m me.”

“that’s not an answer.” It was practically a demand.

You gave an exaggerated ‘what’ gesture with your arms. “I don’t know how you want me to explain that dude! Do we all really know who we all really are?? No, I hardly doubt it!”

Stingy, stingy you are.

Oh shove it.

Dust groaned into a hand, dragging it over his face before looking back up at you. “your name then. what is it?”

“.…” Huh.

Your confusion must of shown, because he returned it with a bewildered expression. “do you- not know your own name??”

You scoffed, offended he even thought of it. “Of course I know my own damn name!”

Do you though?

“then what is it?”

..…

“Uhhhhh-” Your lips pressed together and you began wracking your brain for it. “Its in here somewhere…” You muttered to yourself.

How long ago was it that somebody actually called your name?

…

..

!

“I know!” You exclaimed suddenly, a bright grin on your face as you turned around to face a tree.

What a brilliant idea!

“um what are yo-”

THUD.

“wai-”

“This will help me remember it!”

“kid-”

THUD.

Tree bark started cracking.

Blood started dripping.

You couldn’t see whatever Dust was doing, or could hardly even hear him for the matter!

There was a weird buzzing in your ears..

But you still can’t remember it, now can you?

No.. no you couldn’t..

Perhaps once more!

You winded back to smash your head again, suddenly feeling a hand at the top of your head, holding it in place. Your grin turned into a frown, upset that he was trying to stop you. “I almost had it!”

“i- forget i asked- stop hitting your head kid-”

Wow, he almost sounded worried. Huh.

Well he wasn’t a murderous maniac all the time!

True, true, that is very true.

All well!

You shrugged and let go of the tree. “Sure!”

The hand that was on top of your head remained there for just a bare moment, (did you feel it shake?) before he removed it. You turned around with a small smile on your face, and you wondered how morbid you looked to make the Dust sweat.

His eye-lights traveled across your face, flicking from one spot to another, and you watched them shrink. You hummed questioningly.

He sighed, a deep exhale, before taking a step back and running a hand over his skull to wipe off the sweet. “.. clean the blood off your face.”

Oh that’s right!

Oh wow, in the cold weather the blood had congealed quickly, no wonder your face was getting itchy. You began scratching at your face where the blood was to get it off, paying Dust no mind, not seeing his expression dampen.

“So! Where to next?” You asked curiously, still trying to get all of the blood off.

Dust was quiet for a moment, just staring at you, watching you, before he snapped himself out of it. “... what?” He asked quietly, sounding confused.

You paused what you were doing and looked at him. “Y’know, what’re you doin now? You still wanting to kill everyone for the LV?”

The question caused his hand to harshly twitch and he shoved it in his jacket. “i- .. yes? … no??” The confliction was clear in his tone and you felt pity for him.

Makes sense considering you got rid of his reason to collect that LV. Right after he killed his brother nonetheless!

Your eyebrows twitched at the thought, shaking it off.

Yeahhh, you could kind of see how that would be an issue..

You could see the tension in Dust’s figure getting tighter. “i- there’s no reason to- but why should i stop just because of that? they are- they were-? my friends- i still killed them though-”

Oh dear.

You sighed, seeing the start of an attack. “Sans.”

He threw his arm out, and you quickly dodged the accompanying bone attack.

Yep, yep, yep, nope nope nope, lemme die on my own terms bitch-

You ran at him, the ability to dodge the bone attacks getting steadily more difficult the closer to got to him before you pounced on him. You smacked your hands on his face and screeched in his nonexistent ears. “WHORE!”

His body jerked, but you held on, even as you could feel pain striking your sides from where he was digging his claws. “BITCH. MOTHERFUCKER.” You smacked him, seeing his eye-lights dilate. “WAKE UP PUSSY ASSED SKELETON. BE A MAN.”

Oh I’lllll make a mannn outta youuuuuu~

Dust’s eye-lights flickered and you reared your hand back for another swing, nearly making contact with his cheek, however one of his hand quickly grabbed your wrist.

“… what. the hell are you doing-”

You brightened up, getting a tad more comfortable from where you were on top of him. “Oh good, you’re up!” You said cheerfully, like you weren’t doing anything wrong.

“... mind getting off of me?” He asked, an odd expression on his face.

“Yeah, you mind letting go of me then?”

He seemed to just realize that he was still holding your wrist and quickly let go, staring at his hand oddly as you got off of him.

You crossed your arms as he stood up. “Look, what’s one thing you’ve been wanting to do, really do before all this shit started?”

Dust didn’t expect that question and he thought, staring down at his hands in a different light. “before this all-”

“Ah ah ah!” You interrupted, tapping his nose ridge in a playful manner.

Snrk- he looks like a cat that got slapped with cheese.

Damn right he did.

“None of that now! Without thinkin, what’s the first word that pops up in your mind?” You elaborated.

“read.”

Even he seemed startled by his answer as you were.

“Uh.. huh. Read what?” You asked, a bit more curious than you originally were.

“reports.”

“Ugh.” You groaned, no longer interested. “Boring! But fine. Where would you read them?”

“basement.”

Oh, yeah, forgot the brothers had that. “Alright then let’s go do that!”

He looked up at you with confusion. “huh??”

“Reading, lets go! Your house right?”

His eye-lights widened. “but-”

“No buts about it!” You turned to camera left on the ground, watching the pitiful little red light blink. You picked it back up with a sweet smile. “Stop watching Alphys. Don’t bother us.”

You could have sworn you heard a little squeak before the red light flipped off.

(You did.)

You carelessly dropped the camera back into the snow and spun towards Dust with opening arms. “Well c’mon, let’s go!” You began bouncing towards the town of Snowdin, leaving a very confused skeleton behind you.

“Skeleton house, skeleton house~!” You sang as you skipped through the snow, leaving Dust to catch up to you.

Dust swallowed as he watched you go towards the town, his suspicion growing as you seemed to know exactly where to go.

Who exactly were you?

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You were changed into different clothing when the two of you entered Dust’s home. You didn’t quite get why, but his reasoning was that your clothing was too thin for this sort of weather, and he was beyond confused on how you weren’t shivering.

Huh.

Guess dying a lot fried your internal temperature. Made ya run faster huh?

I guess.

There was that thing that if you had more adrenaline through your body, you ran hotter.

Guess it was something similar?

You didn’t really complain, snuggling into the jacket and sweatpants that were thrown at you.

(You were already wearing a jacket beforehand, but it wasn’t apparently enough.)

There was also a blanket wrapped around you.

“Wow Dusty, it’s almost like you’re trying to make me fall asleep so you can kill me,” you remarked playfully. Were you joking? You didn’t even know.

His hand twitched at the comment from where he was in the kitchen, making some food for the both of you. “… it’s sans,” was his only response.

See how he didn’t deny it?

Wow, was he still trying to kill you? Couldn’t he see that it didn’t work?

Yeah, your own attempts were shit!

Oh shut up.

You did decide to throw Du-Sans a bone here though, and refer to him as Sans moving forward. It was the least you could do.

After a few minutes of arguing with yourself, (was it truly yourself?), Sans brought out some plated pasta, yet not spaghetti, which you found a little odd.

“No spaghetti?” You innocently asked.

He froze, rigid.

It was tense, silence so silent, you heard the leaky faucet drip water.

Drip.

Drip.

Drip.

“no.”

And that was that.

You both ate dinner silently, you ignoring his stares while you ignored your own voices.

Okay well no, you could never avoid your own voices. They were yours after all!

There wasn’t much after dinner either, it was still quiet and tense.

Boring. You should really… liven things up, don’t you think?

Hm… Well there was a knife right in front of you!

Sans was in the process of banning you to the living room couch to sleep for the night as you swiftly brought up the knife to your throat and slit it with a grin, too quick for Sans to even process.

[You are dead.]

Sans swiped the knife away from you when you rose it again, resulting in a pout. He gripped it so hard, you thought his knuckles got paler.

You stared up at him innocently as you waited for his reaction. It seemed like he wanted to do something, but he couldn’t figure out what.

Yell at you?

Scold you?

Kill you?

Also a possibility!

Yet he just remained silent. Like he was at war with himself over something, over decisions on what to do.

You just waited patiently. Tempted.

You didn’t need a physical knife after all, oh no no no.

No, you kept that innocent little look on your face as you watched him go through emotions.

Wow this was fun!

Finally, finally, he spoke, and you frowned at the statement. “you’re sleeping here tonight. stay out of the kitchen.”

The kitchen? Why would you go into the- oh-

Oh ho ho~

You made sure nothing shared on your expression as you nodded and got comfy on the couch. Which wasn’t hard. It was a really comfy couch.

… Wow you could easily feel yourself dozing off quickly in it, damn-

Sans watched you for a moment before giving a small nod and disappearing to, you assumed, his own room.

You stared up at the ceiling, just barely allowing yourself to drift. When’s the last time you actually slept? Slept well at least?

You didn’t know.

Maybe.. maybe you could.

Just for tonight.

Like it’ll last long... :)

“Wow this knife is sharp-”

[You are dead.]

What nice water!

[You are dead.]

“Oh, Dusty, come to play!”

“kid-”

[You are dead.]

Sans pinned you to the couch with a bone, growling at you when you moved to touch it. You stayed still with an amused grin on your face, blood dripping down your neck.

Man, you were so close to getting another one!

“twelve.” He growled.

You hummed a sweet questioning tone.

“twelve fucking deaths.” His skull was close to yours, his eye-lights pinpricks. “must you do more? why do you keep doing this??” He questioned, almost pleadingly.

.. Huh.. Kinda reminds me of Blue, what about you?

Yeah, it does just a bit. Funny.

“Why?” You repeated, tilting your head to the opposite side, purposefully stretching out the wound on the side of your neck. “I’m bored,” you responded before cackling, throwing your head back.

The response caused him to take a step back.

You stared straight at him. “This is all so, boring, I’ve already seen everything! Let something new happen for fucks sake!” You hissed, feeling anger surge through you for some reason.

You felt the feeling of a CHECK and you scowled. “This again really? It’s just gonna be the same fuckin stats as they always are!”

Sans shook his head lightly, looking nearly horrified. “.. no.. no they’re not.” There was a shuddering breath leaving him as he vanished before reappearing in a moment, this time carrying a first aid kit.

He kept you pinned to the couch, however began treating the wound despite your wiggling protests. It just caused him to restrain you more.

Kinky~

Not like that, you fool.

You could only scowl and pout as your wound was reluctantly (on your end) treated and he leaned back. “you’re not doing it again.” He said with narrowed eyes.

A feral glint lit up in your eyes and you leaned closer to him, the bone having left your clothing. “And how are you gonna stop me huh? I can, and will, do whatever I damn well please, thank you!”

Sans just sneered, gripping your jaw, pulling you closer.

Just know. I’m whistling at you.

“you do it again, an i’ll keep depriving ya of your own death.”

You huffed, wrenching your face out of his hand, (immediately missing the weight of the contact, but that’s irrelevant) and leaning back against the couch. “Fine,” you spit out, crossing your arms and looking away like a child in a tantrum.

Sans grinned, looking pleased. “good~”

HAH-

Alright, you’d like to ignore everyone now, please why did his voice sound like that-

“i’ll be sleepin on the couch with ya, shove over,” he suddenly said before plopping on top of you, causing a grunt from you.

“You fucKIN- STACK OF BONES, WHY ARE YOU HEAVY-???!?” You questioned as you tried to shove the deadweight off of you. No, the asshole stayed deadweight, but you knew damn well he was still awake despite the fake snoring sounds he was making. “I’m gonna die from suffocation, oh my fuckin god-” You grunted, his weight moving immediately after that, resettling next to you. You were moved onto your side and-

I’m sorry-

Was he cuddling you?

That wasn’t in the script-

It is now bitch.

Well shit-

…

You wiggled as a little test, and he just squeezed you tighter.

… Okay then.

You know he’s only doing this so you don’t kill yourself in the middle of the night again, right?

Well- yes, but-

Your body relaxed with a slight groan, your face burrowing into his clothing.

It felt, so nice.

He felt surprisingly warm and secure for such a murderous little skeleton-

“sleep,” he roughly grumbled into your ear, and you mumbled nonsense in return, feeling exhaustion take over you.

Goddammit, this wasn’t fair.

You’ll bitch about it in the morning.

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You were bored.

By god you were bored to hell.

And Dust, Sans, you meant Sans, Sans that dammed skeleton, you were on a fuckin suicide watch you swore.

He kept watching you like a goddamn dog. He was up your ass and driving you up the walls being watched 24/7.

It’s been a week.

A week. Of this bullshit.

It was driving you insane.

Hah- ironic.

Oh shut up.

You wanted out, the same familiar walls were giving you cabin fever!

You could just kill him to get out~

Quiet. You weren’t killing anybody except yourself. God have some morals.

You lost those.

Shut! You lost no such thing!

You lost it.

..

.…

Alright you had enough of this.

You walked to the front door, Sans expectedly blocking you. “where are you going,” he demanded, eye-lights blazing.

“Move,” you snapped back, eyes narrowing.

The red in his sockets glowed. “you can’t go-”

“I think the fuck not.” You grabbed his hoodie, yanking him closer to your face with a sneer. “I have been stuck in this house for a week. I am going stir crazy, and if I stay cooped up, I will fucking tie you to the goddamn couch and watch me kill myself,” you threatened, grip tightening in the fabric, watching his eye-lights leave. “I’m going out.” You stated firmly. “I’m going to explore your Underground. You are not going to be following me, is that clear?”

There was a scowl on his face. “you’re just going to-”

“I’m not going to fucking kill myself,” you promised angrily.

Well.. not without reason anyway :)

There’s about to be a damn reason if he didn’t move out of your way.

He must’ve seen something in your eyes cause the fight just left him and he sagged in your grip. “fine. fine. go out and explore.” He looked up at you, a frown on his face (though it tinged with worry), “you better watch yourself.”

You scoffed and let go of his shirt, flexing your wrist. “I’ll watch myself just fine Mr. Threats.”

That wasn’t a threat, and you knew it.

You could change that though~

You very well could.

Buutttttt, let’s not test that theory just yet.

Not yet~ :DDDD

God, how did a disembodied voice give off that kind of smile-

Ugh, whatever, let’s just go out quickly before he changes his mind.

You gave him a few condescending pats on the head. “Thanks Sans!” You said cheerfully, completely flipping a switch. You ignored his flinch and moved around him, opening the door and rushing out. “I’ll be back by nightfall!” You confirmed, shutting the door before he could respond.

You weren’t there when he opened the door again, already halfway down to Waterfall. Not that he saw you anyway.

(Perks of learning new things.)

You heard it her, but you hadn’t seen her.

You heard it, but you hadn’t seen it.

You felt it, oh you felt it.

[You have died.]

There was a giddy expression on your face as you rushed out of the house, ignoring Sans’ shout.

Where was she, oh where was she?

You ran all the way to Waterfall, stopping when you felt the energy spike and you giggled, jumping out of the direction of the spear, your shoulder tingling with phantom feelings.

Oh, you just loved her spears.

You turned and faced her, a manic expression resting on your face.

She was put off, yet no words left her. She just raised another spear and struck again, you dodging again.

“WHY AREN’T YA SPEAKIN?” You called with breathless laughter as you dodged each spear, occasionally allowing a few to nick your arm just to get that feeling of energy again.

Oh it’s been so long since you sparred with someone.

Hardly anyone could have kept up with you!

You displayed your own weapon, rushing up at her. “C’mon Undyne, WHERE’RE YOUR TAUNTS??” You questioned with a swing of your knife, her parring it with a spear.

Your faces were mere inches away from each other, and you could see the tremble in her eye as she looked into yours. You wondered how she saw you, if not another pathetic human.

She kicked you away, you sliding across the ground, quickly resituating yourself, although finding yourself stuck in place due to a spear through your foot. You cackled, feeling the pain shoot up your leg. “That,” you yanked it out of your foot with a hiss, “FUCKIN HURTS!” You chucked the spear back at her. “HERE I THINK YOU MISPLACED THIS!”

She dodged her own spear before rushing at you, a glint in her eye as she summoned more spears, and you gladly welcomed it, purposefully making a misstep so you’d fall right where they were supposed to land.

...?

… !!

A choked sound left the fish, a collision of bones impaling her torso, her movements shock still. The spears she had summoned disappeared in the light and you turned away from her, an irritated expression meeting an angry skeletal one.

“you.” He sneered and you gazed into his empty eye-sockets.

“Hah-” You scoffed, looking at the ground for a minute as he began stalking towards you. You flipped him off with a mean grin, slicing your neck open in a flash, watching his face turn blank before everything turned black.

[You have died.]

You were back again, pinned to the couch, staring up at the skeleton without eye-lights. There was a dazed thin smile on your face, and you could only imagine how your eyes looked.

Doesn’t he look… scrumptious?

Tempting.

It was.. oh so tempting.

So fucking tempting…

Do it.

Do it.

Do it.

Do it.Do it.

Do it.Do it.Do it.Do it.

Doit.Doit.Doit.Doit.Doit.Doit.Doit.Doit.Doit.

“what. is wrong with you?” Dust growled, his voice slightly snapping you into focus. Just barely.

You made a soft questioning hum, that same look on your face as the whispers got louder.

“you couldn’t do this one thing. i- hah- i had trust in you to not die, and this is what you do with it??!?” Oh.. He sounded desperate.

The desperate ones are always fun, of course, you’re always desperate.

Do it.Do it.Do it.Do it.Do it.Do it.Do it.Do it.Do it.Do it.Do it.Do it.Do it.

“look at me,” he snarled, grabbing your jaw and directing your gaze to his own.

The corners of your lips stretched upward, and you could practically feel your own pupils dilate.

The hand holding your jaw wavered, just a little bit, and there was some kind of realization in Sans’ sockets. You grabbed his wrist, yanking him against you, before rearing back and kicking him in the gut. It wasn’t a very flattering sound he made as he was kicked off the couch, sweat dripping down his skull.

He looked back up at you with a hand around where his guts would be, and his expression dropped further.

“fuck.”

You stood, twirling a knife in your hand, your head tilted to the side, listening to the voice in your head before you lunged towards him.

Do it, kill him, KILL HIM, KILL HIM KILL HIM, KILL HIM OR FUCKING DIE

Sans threw a lightly glowing hand out and you froze in place, your SOUL hovering in front of your chest, encased in blue.

You were restricted.

No, no no nonononono-

NO NO NO, GET OUT, YOU’RE FUCKING PATHETIC, GET OUT GET OUT, MOVE DAMMIT-

Your face felt wet as your arms struggled to strike. Strike towards Sans or yourself, you didn’t know anymore.

You struggled, wasting more energy doing it, refusing to look at your SOUL.

You knew how bad it was.

Over and over again, how overlapped the stitches and cracks are.

Fuck, you wanted this to stop, dammit.

You were tired of this.

You don’t know what went on in Sans’ mind as he just stood there, staring at you, watching you before he just disappeared.

In no more than three minutes, he reappeared, closer to you, a syringe in his hand with liquid that you weren’t aware of. Your struggles increased, but were to no avail as he injected it into your neck.

You found yourself quickly slipping into unconsciousness, your knife dropping from your hand as the blue magic was released from you, not registering the skeleton catching you, too quickly, and too far gone into the darkness.

Damn fucking sedative…

Chapter Text

It was dark.

Lifeless.

Before it turned red.

Bloody.

Violent.

But only because of you.

It was all.

Because of you.

You knew it well.

You were reminded of it every time you sat and let yourself think.

but why?

Because you were hateful.

towards who?

Yourself.

Hateful to yourself.

If only the attempts actually worked-

A low laugh surrounded you, and you suddenly registered a soft, tar substance enveloping around you. How far had you been sinking?

How long have you been doing such?

Did you ever really know?

The laugh sounded again before a hand harshly grabbed your jaw (wow, skeletons really had to stop doing that). Your body felt sluggish, easily moving with his guidance. His gaze felt condescending, nothing you weren’t used to.

“pitiful,” he tsked before his grin stretched. “yet not useless.”

A Nightmare.

“you know me? yet i’m not aware of you.”

You grinned as much as you could with your jaw squished. “I was a bit more sane back then.”

His mouth formed words, ones you couldn’t hear or decipher as you felt the drug in your system wearing off, slowly gaining consciousness again.

There was one thing you heard before you woke up though.

“i’ll find you.”

You were immediately made aware of the chain around your foot, with Sans sitting at the side of the bed with his arms crossed. You still couldn’t quite move your body so you just settled for glaring at him, but you were alert.

“you’ll be able to move in a hour. we’ll talk then.” Was all he deemed appropriate to say, not like he had to explain drugging you or anything.

He said nothing else, simply pulling out a book from god knows where, and beginning to read it from a page.

This fucking asshole.

You heaved a sigh through your nose, irritated by his audacity, but turned your gaze away, staring up at the ceiling.

Hah.. Been awhile since you’ve been in a skeleton’s room.

Been awhile since you’ve been chained too.

Oh lovely, you’re still here.

I’m a figment of your imagination, I’m always here.

Wow, you really were crazy.

You’ve killed yourself damn near 4-thousand times. Yes, you’re fuckin crazy.

Wow, someone’s cranky!

I was fucking drugged, what do you think.

You know, for a figment of your imagination, it’s weird for yourself to refer to yourself as separate beings.

I reiterate. You’re fucking crazy. You’re literally insane. Quit questioning shit.

Aww…

..

...

.....

Okay, you were used to time flying by, it had no right being this damn slow.

You were bored.

So fuckin bored right now, just laying here waiting.

…

....

Was the hour over yetttttttt?

Check dumbass.

Tch, so rude.

You tried your toes. Slowly wiggling them.

Oh wonderful, you weren’t paralyzed!

No fucking shit-

Hey now, a totally viable possibility.

You began to wiggle more of your body, drawing Sans’ attention.

He surprisingly helped you into a sitting up position. Your movements were still limited, they were sluggish, which you categorized as normal when dealing with a sedative.

You still automatically moved a hand to your pocket, where you typically keep your knife.

“i took your knife away.”

You looked at him curiously. Wow, he almost sounded prepared!

You had a sickeningly sweet smile on your face. “You’re adorable,” you cooed.

You mentally counted in your head. Your smile grew.

20 knives sound like enough right?

A flash of red in your eyes cut off whatever Sans was about to question and he cursed to himself. Red translucent knives appeared around your body. “Bye bye, Sans,” you sweetly said just before they struck you, giving him no time to think of a counter to get them to stop.

Or did he even think to act?

He probably thought that you were going to come back, didn’t he?

That was probably a form of relief to him… if he were right.

But he wasn’t, now was he?

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“It’s another goddamn SNOWY ENVIR- oh wait a minute-” You checked your surroundings again.

Oh..

Oh!

It wasn’t snowy!

This was… “Waterfall!” You did a little fist pump, a tad pleased about not being dropped in snow again.

God, that shit got boring. No wonder your temperature sensitivity died so quickly.

Thaaaaat may have also been because of the dying thing though.

Which speaking of… THANK. FUCKING GOD. THAT YOU COUNTED CORRECTLY.

You shuddered, though not from any cold. It was actually a nice temperature in Waterfall. it was always peaceful in Waterfall. No, no you shuddered from the sheer audacity Nightmare had. Who did he think he was, killing you over and over again for his own mere amusement???

Not here.

Granted, it wasn’t entirely for amusement, he was looking for something, you knew he was looking for something, you just didn’t quite know what exactly.

Hasn't happened yet.

Ugh. Once you saw him again, you swore to all the stars you were just gonna- You shook your hands in a throttling motion with a grumble.

Another timeline.

Stars you hated that guy. He was so annoying!

One that has yet come to pass.

You took a firm breath, before evening it out, taking a slower breath, closing your eyes and just breathing.

The air in Waterfall always felt so much nicer, no matter what universe. Peaceful. Uncanny. At ease, even if it was still.

The place was covered in darkness, unless you were in well lit places, typically small neighborhoods, like Temmie Town. The amount of light in the area was scarce, less you lit up a lamp, or hit a glow mushroom.

You never typically did when you wandered down to Waterfall, always keeping it dark, letting it light itself up if it did. It felt right. Having it choose itself when to light up. Natural.

You preferred the darkness of Waterfall anyway.

The sounds, the scents, the feelings, they were always more potent when it was dark.

It was never pitch black, but it always felt like it was. It was, what you would call an object black, then another object the same black. It was never the same shade, yet still the same color, one you could see. It reminded you of an ink pool when it bleeds on paper.

(You firmly ignored the remembrance of Nightmare, not even wanting to spare him another thought.)

The sounds of Waterfall was tickling. Like small little bell chimes, the sounds they would give to fairies in children movies. It almost sounded like soft laughter, gently whistling by your ears. There was something otherworldly about it. Sometimes, sometimes though, the laughter sounded mocking. Typically in a ‘bad’ universe, the laughs felt like they were trying to threaten you.

You always laughed right back in those moments though.

Try to threaten you? Really? Yeah, no, they never got far.

The sounds of the water in Waterfall though, those might have to be your favorite part of it all. The gushing, the waves, the thunder where the fall meets the surface of the water. It was always calming. Unhurried.

Relaxing.

…

.. Yeah, you liked hearing the water in Waterfall.

It’s not like you wanted some relaxation right?

.. .. No.. no it wasn’t.

C’mon, it’s gettin boring, lets get outta here.

You gave a soft breath, opening your eyes, letting them adjust to the light. Which part of Waterfall were you in exactly? You couldn’t tell with your eyes shut, the sounds echoing off the walls.

Does it really matter?

… You guess it didn’t really matter. Not anymore.

Not anytime time soon.

No longer..

You shook your head firmly, getting rid of the regret thoughts.

You fixed a lazy smile on your face (you learned from the best after all), flipping out your pocket knife, running your thumb against the blade. It was getting a bit dull..

You would need to get it sharpened for smoother slices..

Get on with it!

All well!

Your smile widened into a crazed grin, your arm raising to strike yourself in the jugular, paying no mind to your surroundings. What’s a good number this time huh?

60!

60 it was the- “No-!”

A large furry arm blocked the knife from making contact with yourself, the arm getting cut in the process, and you were cradled into a large body. You immediately struggled with a snarl, more out of being startled by the surprise than malice. “What are you doing-!??!?” You sputtered, just trying to shove yourself out of the hold, though you weren’t succeeding very well.

“This isn’t the end, my child.” You froze, movements halting immediately.

The voice was melodic, soft… and motherly..

… fuck..

You felt water spring to your eyes and you started to struggle again, though it wasn’t as heartfelt as it was before.

God, how long has it been since you heard her voice?

“Let me die…” You pleaded, voice just above a whisper.

Her arms encased you further into her, your body going limp in her, your entire will being drained. “No,” she whispered back. “There is more for you,” she promised.

There was something else she said, except you couldn’t quite make it out, your mind starting to fizz out, exhaustion taking you as your adrenaline drained out. You didn’t even feel the itchiness of the dried water on your cheeks.

Just..

Fuck.

Yeah..

Fuck you missed her so much.

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“Why are you trying to kill yourself, my child?”

Oh the words were so sweet, sounding so calming.

They almost tricked you.

She’s not who you used to know.

No, no, it’s a different one, yes. But the visage, it was all to familiar, all too comforting. You stared straight at Toriel, your heart clenching at the sight, remaining stony faced for your own comfort. “Because I’m sick of it.”

Her head tilted, curiously. “Of what?”

“Everything. It’s all pointless. There’s no point in any of it.” There was a shadow over your face, your eyes haunted.

It unnerved the goat monster. You spared glances around the room the two of you were in, seeing the pristine white, with moments of scarce color. “Where is this?” You asked her. It wasn’t like any place that you remembered.

Well.

It did remind you of a-

“This is an office in the hospital.” She responded kindly, noting the topic change.

You leaned back against the chair with a scoff, and she gestured for you to speak. “This is an insane asylum isn’t it.” There was no question, and she looked a tad cornered by the statement.

“Well.. yes.. it is,” she hesitantly replied.

Hah-

You called it. Of course it was, why wouldn’t you have been placed in a universe with another asylum. “Wonderful,” you muttered under your breath. In all honesty, you didn’t really care about the asylum, they were always just annoying.

So. Very. Annoying.

“Am I under a surveillance watch then?” You questioned bluntly, startling Toriel.

She had never seen such… cooperativity in a patient. Perhaps this will be a successful one then!

Toriel nodded with a soft smile, and your chest clenched at the motherliness of it all. “Yes, you will be under a small watch considering the circumstances I found you in, however, I can already see great improvements to come!” She exclaimed hopefully.

You rolled her eyes, ignoring the way she fell disheartened by your reaction.

You couldn’t wait to break that.

“Where am I staying then?” You asked, standing up and stretching.

She was a tad taken back by your rudeness but shook it off, standing up as well to lead you to the hall. “You’ll be staying in your own private room, don’t worry it won’t be like the other rooms!”

You saw rooms that had glass, allowing people to freely see into them. This irked you. You always hated the showcasing of bad mental health. Like they were monkeys in a zoo.

She led you through a hall and you paused at the sight in one of them.

Oh, this was good.

“I’d like to stay in this hall,” you called out to Toriel, who paused and turned back to look at you in surprise, not taking your eyes off the figure in the room.

He was.. small.

Toriel hesitated. “Are you sure? There are better rooms where you won’t be bothered-”

“You mean where I won’t be easily watched like a peacock.”

There was an intake of breath next to you, and her next words were careful, like tiptoeing around a bomb. “M-my child, the glass is easier to prevent injury to the patient inside!”

“And it’s also easier to see what they’re up to inside to make sure they aren’t doing anything wrong,” you countered, looking up at her with a defiant expression.

She glanced at the patient sleeping in the cell that stopped you. “If you’re… certain..” She gestured you to a room a few doors down, but you pointed at the one directly across from the one in front of you.

“That one.” It was a demand.

She wasn’t.. too entirely pleased about the demands, you could tell by the twitch in her eyebrow, however she nodded, unlocking the door and ushering you in. It was bland. Empty and unforgiving, sad.

Nothing you weren’t used to.

You sat on the floor against the wall, looking up at her. She was wringing her paws anxiously before placing them behind her back in an attempt to hide it. “I will bring you some bedding so you will be comfortable tonight,” she said nervously before leaving the room, the door automatically locking behind her.

You watched her leave, a slight smirk appearing on your face at the idea of unnerving her so much.

“Wonderful,” you muttered under your breath, much more joyful than before.

You chuckled half-heartedly to yourself. Toriel as some kind of authority in an insane asylum. This one you haven’t seen before.

And..

You stared at the cell (lets be honest, it’s more cell than room) directly across from you, and your eyes glinted.

There’s Sans.