Monster or Beast?

Trouble?

Sans saw nothing but the all too familiar darkness of the tunnels that were from the Underground. He knew this was the Underground. It was something that he could never forget. Looking around at his surroundings, he saw that everyone was around as well. Gathering around as they chatted among themselves after being consumed by Flowey. He couldn't help but feel proud of Frisk for doing something that could have been considered as the impossible.

She was able to save the SOULS of every monster that was in the Underground. The monsters, that had once wanted to kill her, to take her SOUL and take it to their king just so they could have the remaining SOUL to shatter the barrier.

Now though? It seemed that it was meant to be, but with a different means of the shattering. Something that was much more fulfilling for the monsters knowing that they hadn't had to kill her in the long run. Yet, even he knew that the thought of how they had killed human children for their SOUL's of all things. The skeleton couldn't help but close his sockets as he took a deep breath. Thinking that maybe, this could be a fresh start for all monsters.

A start, that would allow all who had taken part in the murder of the human children, SOUL harvesting, that this would lead them to the path of redemption. Sans couldn't help but smile a little, a soft smile that would soon grow soft and fond as he stared at Frisk. She would be a great leader, the link between human and monsters for sure.

Though as he stared at Frisk, he had started to notice something off. Looking up, he noticed that cracks starting to form on the barrier. It was something that he couldn't help but stare in shock and awe. It was a sight that he had never known that he would ever see in his life time but, it was still something that he had never expected to see.

The cracks started to grow, jagged and sharp to the point that it had begun to make something grow within Sans himself. Fear? Worry? Concern? All the above? He wasn't sure though knew that something was wrong. It was crawling through his magic into his very SOUL as he stared at the barrier.

Moment it shattered... Sans felt the magical whiplash heading toward everyone. All that was hit would fall to the ground in pain, hitting those hard enough to at least lose 1HP. Sockets widening, the skeleton knew that this was going to be the end of him. That the moment he was hit, then he was as good as dust.

Raising his arms, hoping to shield himself only to feel a burst of magic blowing past him. It almost felt like a gust of wind that surrounded him, but also at the same time seemed to have blocked something.

He opened his sockets for a moment as he looked up and saw something very large, and white not just in front of him, but had surrounded him. As if trying to use itself as a matter of shielding him with its body. Though seeing the sharp teeth, the light that would shine through from both the jaw, as well as the eye sockets.

It was one of his blasters.

'But how? Why?' Sans thought to himself, unsure as to what was happening to him in that moment. Though when the magic had hit the blaster, it opened its mouth as if trying to scream, shoot, or anything. Instead, its body shimmered, phasing in and out before it seemed to glow a bright white before starting to seep through him. Sans didn't know what was happening, but he felt his body shudder, shaking like a leaf as if it was trying to handle an overwhelming load of magical energy.

Throwing his head back, Sans tried to scream, and tried to cry out though he was unable to do so. His body kept shaking, tightly shutting his sockets as he tried to get himself to relax.

Before he knew it, he found himself on the ground. Still shaking, still trembling before he managed to sit on his knees. Holding his head with his hand all but vibrating upon his skull as he looked up at the call of Frisk's voice as it called his name. He had looked up and assured Frisk that he was okay. Even though over the last few minutes or so he had forgotten what had just transpired. Only that he had somehow survived the whiplash of magic without it even injuring him.