Save Point (Sans x Reader)

Chapter Fifty-Five, Part Two

"What is it?" you snap, the voice's tone ringing in your ears. Undyne hands you the phone, letting go when she makes sure you're not going to fling it away again. "What do you want from me, and how do you know my name?"

"I'm Jessie. Did you seriously delete my number already?"

"You're not Jessie."

"Prove it."

You scowl, holding back the urge to squeeze the phone -- not wanting it to end up like the previous one. "Jessie or not, I don't need to prove anything to you."

"So that's how it's going to be, huh? You won't be talking that way soon."

"Empty threats won't work on me, 'Jessie'."

"Suit yourself, (Y/N)."

Loud, inconsistent banging sounds at the doors, making both the bailiff and the policewoman seek shelter, the man by backing away and the woman by holding onto the lawyer, incapable of standing on her own due to her wounds worsening by the second.

You take a step closer, observing how the doors shake with each thump.

"Open the doors," the voice commands, hissing.

"Why?"

"Open them."

"Well, I reckon we shouldn't open 'em." Gerson intervenes, cackling. "What's the rush, Jessie? We ain't got nowhere to go right now."

"You'd open those doors if you knew what's good for you."

"We'd rather not," the bailiff adds, returning to his post by standing between the doors again. He stays in place, guarding the entrance from the unknown despite the growing strength and consistency of its thumps. "It's far from safe to be taking orders from strangers."

"Like you have any reason to be judging me, Bailey," it taunts, laughing. "Look at you, still working for this town. Aren't you a traitor? No loyal town officer would be in (Y/N)'s side, supporting them like you do."

"What. . ." The policewoman is unable to finish her sentence, having to stop barely midway. She winces when her wife presses a gauze against her wound, keeping it from bleeding further. "What are you trying to do? Identify yourself and your purpose."

"That's easy." The voice pauses, static sounding through the speaker. "I'm the mayor!"

"The mayor's dead," the lawyer speaks, glaring at your phone. "Quit joking around, and tell us what you want from us."

"But I am the mayor! I can prove it."

"How, exactly?"

Shuffling of papers sounds from the speaker next. You wait in silence until it ends, the voice returning. "Law HM20XX: No human or monster should coexist in one same workspace. Law HM18XX: No human or monster should engage in relationships beyond that of regular passings and acquiantanceship. Do I need to read more? Now open the doors before I-"

"Anyone can read those laws." You step in, remembering a few from your past training. "Law HM19XX: Friendships are allowed between human and monster as long as-"

"Oh, I know that, (Y/N). Anyone related to the law's heard them before." You're interrupted by the voice, who sounds more and more enthused with each second that passes. "That's why I'm making you deputy mayor, after all!"

Undyne intervenes next, snatching the phone off your hands as she goes to yell at the person behind the speaker. "The heck do you mean, punk? Quit playing around and show yourself to us. Nobody's gonna be your damn deputy mayor until we can understand what's going on here."

"Is that what you want, really? I'd be more careful of your words, Scales."

The courtroom quiets again, awareness dawning upon everyone. The judge and Gerson begin to escort people out of the premises, while the bailiff stays guarding the doors and the policewoman is helped out, the lawyer keeping her in place as Solana helps the pair reach a safer place. Papyrus pulls Frisk, MK, and Faust along with him, nodding sharply when Toriel gives him voiceless instructions on what to do from here on. Everyone braces themselves in one way or the other, gesturing at Undyne and you to proceed when the courtroom's been cleared up and the people've been escorted and guarded outside.

"Yes. Show yourself -- the real you, not who you're faking to be," you speak up, words on the edge of breaking, mind inventing countless scenarios as to how it could all go wrong. 

Static, then the voice's return. "Fine," it speaks, a beat of silence following after. "You asked for it!"

As soon as those words are yelled, the doors burst open. The bailiff's sent stumbling back to the floor, making Undyne rush to help him and bring him with you. All three of you stand close by, keeping your backs to each other as you stay on guard, eyes jolting all around the room. It's hard not to falter in your mission when you see vines latch onto the walls and ceiling, overpowering the courtroom's entrance until it's covered by roots and leaves, sharp enough to be blades. Vines begin to scatter around the floor while you watch their movements, aiming at your feet.

You have to dance and tiptoe to evade them, though a few manage to capture you, drawing out blood as they latch onto your ankles, unrelenting. The bailiff is caught next, while Undyne is the last. 

Trapped, you can only stare as countless vines, roots, and sharpened leaves continue to rise among the growing chaos of your surroundings, making it gain the appearance of a jungle rather than a regular courtroom. Undyne struggles and kicks to break free from her trap. The bailiff, on the other hand, moves less, though you can see how he shuffles through his uniform's back pocket, searching for something.

"Howdy!"

Your observation is cut off by bright yellow blocking your view.

The same flower from a week ago stands before you; a grin shows on his face, leaves providing a makeshift arm for him to use and place on your shoulder. "How's it going, deputy mayor? Do you believe me now, or do you need more proof?"

A wave of heat passes right by your cheek, followed by a fireball the flower evades as quickly as it arrives. Once the fire falls and dissipates, he snaps his head to the direction it came from and displays his full set of teeth in the shape of a smile. "Can't fool me again, old hag. I already know what you're capable of."

You try your best to glance behind you, though you can only capture a smidge of the situation, seeing Toriel's shape and clothing from a distance. More roots dash out, and -- in seconds -- she's pulled towards Flowey, kept binded as the flower laughs and turns his attention back to you.

"Now, where was I?" He grins at you, snaking a root around your neck and squeezing it only halfway. "Do you need more proof? I've got it right here with me if you need it!"

The rest is a blur as something heavy falls on top of you, the putrid smell that complements that experience one you recognized too much -- mainly from dark alleyways and remnants of street violence. A wave of nausea overcomes you when your gaze focuses on what keeps you held to the floor, weight preventing you from screaming.

"(Y/N)!" Undyne shouts your name, though you can only focus on the body lying on top of you: Jessie's, -- cold, heavy, and decaying.

"I've dealt with two of your problems already, Softie!" Flowey exclaims, laughs turning to full, unbridled bursts of excitement. "Isn't it fair you pay back by joining my side as deputy mayor? You'll have your benefits, too!"

A thud sounds as another heavy feeling settles over you, the last straw being when you look up to see the mayor's body right on top of Jessie's, whatever chance you had left to escape nulled by both's weight on you.

You scream, yet no sound comes out, faintness arriving after.