Sorry about the little wait. I've been tired and just in a creativity hole. TBH, I am still in it. I painted for a while rather than writing, I admit, but I ringed out the towel and squeezed some creativity out.
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??? POV:
If this goes all according to plan, I will succeed.
I will win, and they will fall.
It's inevitable.
I will have the perfect vessel. I will become the perfect human.
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Sans POV:
Leaving the apartment complex, I was able to take a breather for a second and let my soul rest from the stress I have been putting on it for the past few days. It felt heavy and full of sadness, holding it in my palm, I could see the color fading, meaning I was running out of magic, and small cracks running down the center from the jumps I have been doing throughout the day.
Stupid 1 HP. Stupid messed up magic.
Why couldn't my magic be like Papyrus'? Why can't I have the power to protect him?
I quickly shook off the thought and put my
small soul back into the center of my chest with a small sigh of frustration. I'd have to refrain from using magic until my soul could heal. I couldn't allow myself to die when Chara was running around the HeadQuarters. I lit a cigar, inhaling the thick, dusted smoke with relief, and an exhale of a half-lidded sigh.
A slight, autumn breeze went by, causing the tops of the tall pine trees to blow in the direction of it. The morning breeze blew my loose, rolled up sleeves to the side, and my fallen suspends hung low around my lower femur. I looked up at the now dulled, grey sky. It was so monochromatic from the radiation and torture the humans caused it. It was kinda sad, to be honest.
We get here to see the beautiful skies and white clouds, but they, having being used to it, ruined its color trying to get rid of us.
Trying to wipe out a species.
Down the street from the apartment lobby I was propped up against, coming out of Muffet's bakery, I could see a dejected looking Papyrus walk out with heavy arms. His head hung slightly low and his eyes were locked on his feet. He began to walk more towards the food restaurants and stores at a rather slow pace. He was quite far down there, he was about the size of my finger, if I held it away from my face and squinted, closing one eye.
I should probably go see if he's okay. He's probably sad I left him hanging back there. It was a dick move but I really needed to go.
Im glad he's okay. That monster dust in the lobby really scared me. I thought he was gone. Chars has played that trick on me twice now, my biggest fear. Losing Papyrus.
I hated that feeling. That thought.
I need to report to Asgore that a few monsters were dusted today. I'm not sure how exactly I will tell him. 'Oh yeah, a mass murder is on the loose in HeadQuarters. Sorry about that.'
I inhaled the cigarette once more, a big inhale, when a slight twinge in my soul could be felt. It caused me to turn around to face towards the entrance doors to the Lobby of the apartments. "What?" I mumbled, slightly confused.
I didn't know what it was trying to tell me, but I just ignored it and shook my head once more, putting out the cigarette by stomping it out; smudging the sidewalk with a blackened streak.
Stepping towards the direction I last saw Papyrus, my soul throbbed once more, more painful this time. Holding my chest, I heaved, inhaling sharply and uncomfortably.
What the hell is wrong with me?
Monsters walking by looked at me with a questioning glance, small children pointing at me and grabbing their mother's sleeve to look. One woman, a monster of hot land, laid a hand on my shoulder and asked in a worried voice. "Sans? Are you alright?" Fuku asked, her green flames flickering. "I was on my way to my father's restaurant and my friends saw you almost collapse!" She asked.
"I'm alright." I heaved, breathing heavy. "Just tired. You know me, laziness can be contagious, ya know?" I half-grinned and stood up straight, shoving my hands in my pockets despite the constant throb of my soul.
"Let me see your stats. Maybe you lost some HP, or you may need to see Alphys, your soul could be having some trouble. This radiation really has been starting to get to some monsters and their magic." Fuku said. Reaching her hand towards me.
My eyes widened slightly, carefully avoiding her touch, I turned swiftly and hissed in pain slightly. "I'm fine!" I snapped, calming down. "I'm fine. I just need to get to Papyrus." I grumbled, turning around. I began to walk away from her, slightly pissed, but it wasn't her fault. I can't let anyone know my soul is cracking.
They wouldn't understand. I hate hiding it though.
I felt a small hand on my back, and I whipped around to see Fuku retracting her hand in fear.
"Your soul!—" she gasped, looking at me with confusion. "Your HP is below one! How is that possible?! You need to see Alp—!" She tried to exclaim.
"What did I fucking tell you?!" I snapped without knowing, interrupting her "I don't want you checking my Stats!!" I growled, blicking and backing away slowly.
Where the hell did that come from? I usually don't jump to yell to people.
I'm probably just agitated.
"Sorry! I just think that—" she pleaded, trying to get into my head.
"I'm just angry right now. Leave me alone." I said, turning my back to her once again. "I need to figure out why I'm so angry.." I mumbled to myself.
This isn't like me.
Using my last little bit of magic left for the day, I jumped to the end of the street to avoid her annoying cries of worry. I didn't need Alphys, I'll heal like normal just like last time my soul did this.
Landing the jump, I gasped and held my chest in the alleyway I landed in. It was shady and dark in the alleyway. I fell on top of some old boxes that were outside of Muffet's Bakery, attracting some attention from the outside of the alley. My entire body was engulfed in the small box because of my size, and I clenched my soul with pain. I squeezed my eyes shut to try and block it out, but that wasn't an option either.
Why does it hurt so much?! I've overdone it this time. I need that medicine I used off an on in the hospital 7 years ago.
"A STRAY CAT? MUFFET DOES NOT APPRECIATE KITTENS IN HER ALLEY!" A familiar voice called from the outside of the alley. I ignored it was his voice called from the light. "COME OUT KITTY!"
I took my soul out, it emitting a faint glow. The cracks had gotten larger, forming blackened lines onto my soul. I hated that I was like this. My soul throbbed again, and I held it together in fear of it falling apart. Papyrus needed me. Frisk needed me, too.
I said I'd be her friend. I can't dust myself. I have to live.
"SANS?!" Papyrus called, walking closer, snapping me out of my trance. "SANS?! IS THAT YOU??" He called cheerfully and curiously. I quickly and messily put my soul back into my chest with my heart beating fast and breaking into a sweat. "OH! THANK ASGORE!!" He called, picking me up out of the box I had fallen into because of my unknown weakness. "IVE BEEN LOOKING EVERYWHERE! I'M NOT EVEN MAD YOU WERE PLAYING IN THE BOX! I WAS SO WORRIED!" He grinned, looking around with me in his arms. "WHERE'S FRISK?!" He looked around.
God, I can't speak. It hurts.
".. s-..." I tried to speak, putting a sad smile on my face. "She's ..a-at the ... apartment." I tried to say with a straight face. "y-you okay bro?" I said, looking at him with a confused look. Or, at least I tried. "Hey?" I said, after no response at first. "P-Papyrus?" I looked up to his face slowly and weakly.
"SANS? SANS! WAKE UP BROTHER!" He said, looking me In the eyes. "THIS IS NO PLACE TO TAKE A NAP! IVE BEEN SO WORRIED! I HAVENT BEEN ABLE TO FIND YOU FOR HOURS! AND I FIND OUT AT SUNDOWN IN A BOX?!" He said, suddenly not there anymore. It was dark. I couldn't move.
What's going on? I don't understand!
"SANS?" His voice quickly faded from my conscious.
I'm.... I'm r-...
Right he.... re