~Dust Sans
But since I was Fresh, Fresh moved into the darker part, why, I don't know. I don't think I'll ever know.....
When he did, nothing really was there, just somehow the smell of death and such and such. Something then swooped down and the air from its wings breezed against Freshes head. He looked up. Nothing. Something was watching us, or him, I could tell.
Then, out of the blue, a Sans wearing a cloak dropped down, like literally dropped down, with raven-like wings that folded and dissipated when he touched the ground. He, head down, but I could tell his eyes were flaming, told Fresh to leave or else face death, and a scythe appeared in his hand. Fresh didn't hesitate, and got the hell out of there.
I was LVed up, I could have taken him on, but noo, Fresh just HAD to leave. Then we came across Nightmare again, and he was pretty angry, and ordered Fresh to search for me. Hah! How little did he know. Fresh was about to say sure until he started yelling at Fresh for no reason saying that if he didn't do it right now Fresh would be tortured just like the Dust Sans because he was bored and didn't care what happened to anyone anymore.
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Fan fikciaPaps has died even though the human chose to be on the pacifist route. How? Sans tries to figure it out, but is surprised greatly at his findings. And what he has become in the process of trying to survive. Art not mine, also this is kinda an in-b...
