Along with the 0307 riddle, I'd like you guys to try and figure out Sans' double in the last chapter! Also, at the end of this book, a face reveal and a poll will be held to figure out which book I should continue writing.
I know I said Reapertale but this book has gotten so popular, I'd love to hear a second opinion. If you haven't read the prologues, I'd suggest you do. I'd pat myself on the back for those.
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Everything is going according to plan.. =)
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Sans POV:
My eyes shooting open, I gasp a deep and sharp inhale at the first moment I was awake. I was sitting straight up, having threw myself up from what had seemed like a bad nightmare. Alphys was next to me, her healing magic and science equipment were scattered across the coffee table next to me on top of this weeks daily paper. I was hooked up to some needles that held an IV packet and some other chemicals that I could suggest was healing items.
Frisk was on her knees, her eyes wide and her arms slightly reaching out, as if she had been holding something in her arms near the end of the couch. Wet tears lined her face with glossy streaks of water and her eyes were puffy.
Why was she crying? What's going on? Please tell me all of that that just happened was just a Dream.
The dream replayed in my head once more, seeing Frisk's tear-stained face and her brown brunette hair made me realize who I was actually murdering in my dream. I was murdering Frisk, and those paws, clawing at me from behind her most likely Asgore's or Toriel's, begging me to stop. Why was I killing her? Had I snapped?
It doesn't matter. It's only a dream.
"What—" I tried to say, before Papyrus came from behind the couch and embraced me with his large skeletal arms.
"OH BROTHER!" He said, almost relieved at this point. "I WAS SO WORRIED!" Papyrus said, hugging me tighter and tighter, I could have sworn my HP dropped a bit.
"C-Careful Papyrus. He's still not quite s-stable enough to handle this kinda of p-pressure." Alphys said next to me in a worried tone. "H-His stats are somewhat leveled e-enough for him to be conscious, h-however I would advise you be a bit more c-careful than normal."
"Hey—" I tried to speak, still in a slight shock of the moment. My voice was cut off from Frisk's angry yells at me. Her tears had stopped just as they seemed to come and she had stopped sniffling. Her voice was loud and angry, which was unlike her.
"You idiot!" Frisk spoke. "You almost died! What the hell did you do?!" She shouted, obviously angry at something I did.
I just woke up! I have no idea what's going on! Why is everyone around me?! Me?? Almost Dusted? Was that dream real with the duplicate me?
"Um—" I tried to speak again, only to be cut off again my yet another person in the room. I grumbled, getting annoyed with everyone else being able to speak.
"MAYBE IT WASN'T HIS FAULT! HE COULD HAVE OVERUSED HIS MAGIC AGAIN! HE TENDS TO DO THAT WHEN OUT ON JOBS." Papyrus said loudly, defending me from Frisk's standpoint. "ITS JUST A PROPOSITION. WE ARE IN NEED OF A BIT OF GOLD THOUGH." He mumbled— or, tried to.
Thanks Papyrus, but if they would let me talk this could all be resolved.
If I knew what the fuck was going on.
"I-If he overused his magic, then I-it's still his fault, P-Papyrus." Alphys mumbled her way in, catching Papyrus' attention, making him look slightly worried. She did have a point.
"And he hasn't been on any jobs. I've been with him." Frisk said, crossing her arms, and looking at the monitor screen Alphys was now holding in the size of a small tablet. "So, what are his stats? What caused him to lose HP so fast? I've never seen that except in poison." Frisk said, scooting closer to Alphys to take a look.
"H-His stats are 0.8/1 HP. He's healed tremendously, despite the c-condition he was in earlier." She said, shifting her glasses upward and tapping a few things on the keypad. "S-see?"
That's it. That's the one thing I can't stand is people seeing my stats!
"HEY!" I yelled finally, grabbing everyone's attention. I sighed, letting the excess air out and inhaling again once I finally had all of their undivided attention. "Can someone please tell me what the hell is going on here?!"I yelled again, clearly annoyed at all of this attention I was getting from the three of them.
"Why don't you explain yourself?! We're all here because Papyrus found you passed out in an Alleyway with 0.4 HP!" Frisk said, angrily. "It continued to decrease when I told him to get Alphys! You were at 0.1 by the time she got here and managed to get you stabilized!"
What the hell is she talking about?! Is she mad I left her to go find Papyrus?! I don't remember anything after...
"I don't remember any of that! The last thing I remember is using my magic to jump to Papyrus when he was walking outta Muffet's!" I yelled back, causing the monitor in Alphys' hands to beep a few times loudly.
"CAN WE ALL JUST STOP FIGHTING?!" Papyrus yelled, dominating over me and Frisk's argues. "SANS, FIX YOUR TIE. FRISK, LET HIM TALK. ALPHYS, EXPLAIN HIS SITUATION TO HIM SO THAT HE KNOWS HOW DIRE THIS IS." Papyrus huffed, putting his hands on his sides and sighed a bit.
She started it..
There was a moment of silence before Alphys finally spoke up. "L-Listen, Sans, I think I may have found the way this c-creature hunts." She said. "A-All of Chara's victims had a darkness growing in their s-souls. That's t-the black lines that form in t-the soul." She continued. "A-All of this was beginning to happen t-to your soul. The c-color had faded, and the darkness, or h-hatred, would be the proper term, had started to begin taking over your t-trait. I'm surprised y-you didn't grow a split p-personality as Frisk did." She said, twiddling her thumbs slightly. "I-I think she shows her victims s-so much hatred, that the host literally d-destroys themselves."
When had Chara—
Now that I think about it, I had been feeling very angry towards others more than usual. Maybe the agitation was the first stage? Should I tell Alphys about the evil double? That could be my version of Chara for all I know.
"Your soul looked like a barcode, Sans." Frisk said, who had calmed down a bit. "It was really corrupted. Have you hated a lot recently? That's what feeds the corruption." She said. "You're lucky we were able to extract most of it out of your soul. That's the only reason why you healed. It was killing you."
"S-shes right." Alphys said, holding the tablet tightly. "You could have d-died."
How could I have been so oblivious?! I couldn't figure this out sooner?! This makes me so irritated! I h—
I can't think like that.
"I think I just need to rest." I said. "Hand me the paper that's on the coffee table? Papyrus usually grabs it for me when he comes home from his job." I asked Frisk, who was sitting next to the paper on the coffee table. She looked down at it, and back up at me. Her face grew into a scowl and began to say something, taking a sharp inhale. "Please, Frisk?" I said, causing her to stop. "I.. I just need to calm my nerves. Take it all in, ya know?" I couldn't look at her without being reminded of that dream I had. I couldn't get it out of my head.
She sighed and grabbed the newspaper, unfolding it and glancing at it before giving it to me. I reach out to grab it, before she stops, pulling her arm back towards her, reading the headline on the front page. "What the..." she whispered.
"Frisk, I mean it. I just wa—" I tried to say, unable to move from the needle in my everywhere. My voice cut off at the immense pain of the needles moving in my bones and my soul. "Fris—"
Fuck that hurts.
"C.H.E.S.S. has fallen!" She exclaimed, holing the paper with two hands.
"What?" I asked, wondering if I had heard her right.
"Over night, the largest Mafia in the country has fallen in seemingly one night. Mafia leader Alex Henson was assassinated just hours before the organization crumbled downhill." She recited from the headline, reading more into this. "Who the hell—-" She said, before looking up.
It was her. And there was no doubt about it.