Megalovania

Frisk's POV

"I suppose I was wrong about one thing," the voice murmured to Frisk. "That human did put up a decent fight even after the robot died." Frisk nodded, gripping their still wounded stomach. She always was feisty. Frisk made their way through the final hallway of the CORE, stopping in front of an elevator. They pressed the button, stepping inside. The ride up was slow, giving Frisk nothing to do but stare blankly at the door. Finally, the door slid open. Frisk stepped out into the empty, gray halls. Nothing made a sound. Nothing even moved as Frisk made their way through, knife raised and ready.

After some walking, they skidded to a halt. In front of them was a brick house, painted gray just like the rest of the halls with a sign and save point out front. Frisk reached out to touch the save. Then they made their way into the house, immediately turning down the right hallway.

They pushed the door open. Inside, appeared to be a typical bedroom with two beds, a nightstand, and a drawer. The only exception was that everything was gray. Everything but a few things… Frisk approached the presents first, slicing into the first one as if it were a monster. Inside, laid a heart-shaped locket. Shrugging, Frisk took the locket and placed it around their neck. It beat along with their own heart. Frisk pulled the next box into their lap, cutting into it with their knife. Another knife laid inside. However, this one was much sharper, with the sharp parts stopping just before the handle. Frisk gripped it in their hand. The knife fit almost perfectly in their hand, and the blade was clean enough to see their reflection in it. Frisk's eyes widened. In the reflection, Frisk's brown eyes and skin had been replaced by blood red eyes and much paler skin.

"It's me, Chara," the voice informed. Frisk took the new knife, leaving the kitchen knife on the ground as they looked around the room.

"My bed," Chara explained as Frisk gazed at one of the beds. Frisk glanced at the other. "His bed." Frisk observed the drawing next. It depicted a golden flower, like the one they had seen when they first fell underground. "My drawing."

Frisk gazed at the photo frame. Inside the frame, was a picture of three beings. Frisk recognized the female one as Toriel. A small crown laid on her head. Beside her, was a slightly taller goat with longer horns, another crown, and flowers in his yellow beard. In front of them, were two smaller figures. Both were clearly children, though one was small, white, and furry like the two goats that were presumably his parents. The other one however… Frisk stared at them, raising an eyebrow. Their eyes were closed, and the rest of their face was hidden behind the flowers they held. The human's hair was the same shade and length as Frisk. They even wore a striped shirt, though it was green and yellow instead of blue and purple. Everyone in the picture was smiling. Frisk waited for the voice's comment, but only silence followed...

Frisk turned and left the room. They spotted a green key, shining against the gray surroundings. I'll probably need that… Their soul appeared in front of them. Frisk grinned, raising their knife to attack but paused when they noticed a figure poking out of the wood floor.

"Howdy, Chara," Flowey greeted with a smile. "You finally made it home. Remember when we used to play here?" Flowey giggled. There was a malicious edge to the otherwise innocent act. "Boy, today's gonna be just as fun." Frisk ignored Flowey as they walked over to grab the key. They turned away. Flowey appeared beside them, moving almost through the ground as they stayed at Frisk's side. Frisk cast a glance at the stairs. A chain was blocking them, with two locks on it.

"I remember when I first woke up here, in the garden. I was so scared. I couldn't feel my arms or legs… My entire body had turned into a flower! 'Mom! Dad! Somebody help me!' I called out." He grinned. "But nobody came." Frisk made their way into the living room. Passing the chair, they walked into the kitchen in search of the second key. A green light shined on the counter. Frisk grabbed the key, clasping it in their palm beside the other key. Some white fur clogged the drain of the sink. Frisk pulled the fridge door open, scanning each of the shelves.

"No chocolate," Chara growled. Frisk glanced at the trash can next, gazing at the inside to see crumpled up pieces of paper. "It's a garbage can," Chara mused. "Must be your twin." Frisk turned to leave. However, Flowey emerged in front of them, making Frisk's soul appear.

"Eventually, the king found me, crying in the garden. I explained what had happened to him. Then he held me, Chara. He held me with tears in his eyes, saying… 'There, there. Everything is going to be alright.' He was so… emotional. But… For some reason… I didn't feel anything at all." Flowey disappeared into the ground. Frisk made their way out of the kitchen and toward the stairway. They grabbed the railing of the stairs with their right hand, making their way down with their knife outstretched. Flowey appeared beside them when they reached the bottom.

"I soon realized I didn't feel ANYTHING about ANYONE. My compassion had disappeared! And believe me, it's not like I wasn't trying. I wasted weeks with that stupid king, vainly hoping I would feel something. But it became too much for me. I ran away from home. Eventually, I reached the Ruins. Inside, I found her, Chara. I thought of all people, SHE could make me feel whole again."

"It's him..." Chara's voice came out in a single breath.

"She failed…" Flowey sighed, before laughing dryly. Frisk and Flowey continued down the hall, the latter monologuing as if he were in some game… or a fanfiction of sorts perhaps. Frisk kept their grip on their knife. However, something forced their arm to stay in place. It wasn't them… Perhaps another outside force? Like the contrived forces of someone determined to get their twisted ending? Frisk pondered that.

"I realized those two were useless." Frisk snapped out of their thoughts, glaring back at Flowey. "I became despondent. I just wanted to love someone. I just wanted to care about someone. Chara, you might not believe this…" Flowey let out a sigh. "But I decided… It wasn't worth living anymore. Not in a world without love. Not in a world without you. So… I decided to follow in your footsteps. I would erase myself from existence. And you know what? I succeeded." Frisk tilted their head to the side. Then how are you here right now?

"But as I left this mortal coil, I started to feel apprehensive. If you don't have a soul, what happens when you…?" Die. "Something primal began to burn inside me. 'No,' I thought, 'I don't want to die!'" He paused again. "Then I woke up, like it was all just a bad dream. I was back at the garden, back at my save point."

"He has the ability to save and reset like we do?" Chara asked, as if speaking to themself.

"Interested, I decided to experiment.," Flowey continued, scooting after Frisk. "Again and again, I brought myself to the edge of death. At any point, I could have let this world continue on without me, but as long as I was determined to live… I could go back. Amazing, isn't it, Chara? I was amazed, too. At first, I used my powers for good. I became 'friends' with everyone. I solved all their problems flawlessly. Their companionship was amusing… for a while.

"As time repeated, people proved themselves predictable. What would this person say if I gave this to them? What would they do if I said this to them? Once you know the answer, that's it. That's all they are." Frisk couldn't exactly relate, though they nodded anyways, hoping Flowey would stop talking eventually.

"It all started because I was curious, curious what would happen if I killed them. 'I don't like this' I told myself, 'I'm just doing this because I HAVE to know what happens.'" Flowey let out a cackle, smiling. "What an excuse! You of all people must know how liberating it is to act this way. At least we're better than those sickos who stand around and let it happen. Those pathetic people who want to see it but are too weak to do it themselves. I bet someone like that's reading right now, aren't they?" Frisk shrugged.

"Nowadays, even that's grown tiring," Flowey admitted, his petals drooping. "You understand, Chara. I've done everything this world has to offer. I've read every book. I've burned every book. I've won every game. I've lost every game. I've appeased everyone. I've killed everyone. Sets of events… words uttered… I've experienced it all. But you… YOU'RE different. I never could predict YOU, Chara." Frisk tuned out Flowey as he continued to speak to Chara, clutching their knife as they continued down the hallway. It seemed to go on forever. Ahead of them was nothing but a long expanse of gray.

"It doesn't matter now. I'm so tired of this, Chara." Frisk glanced back at the tiny flower. "I'm tired of all these people. I'm tired of all these places. I'm tired of being a flower. Chara. There's just one thing left I want to do. Let's finish what we started. Let's free everyone." Flowey grinned psychotically. "Then… let's let them see what humanity is REALLY like! That despite it all… This world is still 'kill or be killed!'" Frisk grinned back. That was a pretty twisted plan, they had to admit.

"We should show the monsters what humans are really like…" Chara mused. "Those humans that fell with you were just flukes…"

"Then…?" Flowey paused. "Well. I had… Been entertaining a few ways to use that power." Flowey giggled. Then there was a pause. "But seeing you here changed my mind. Chara… I think if you're around… Just living in the surface world doesn't seem so bad. We don't even need to leave to get them this time. Those six humans that fell with you… the monsters in hiding have their souls. You can easily get them."

"Why are you telling me all this?" Frisk finally grunted, an annoyed edge to their voice.

Flowey chuckled. "Chara, I said it before. Even after all this time… You're still the only one that understands me." The flower grinned. "You won't give me any worthless pity. Creatures like us… Wouldn't hesitate to kill each other if we got in each other's way." Frisk nodded. "So that's… So that's why..." Frisk pulled their knife out, finally able to take a step closer. Flowey's eyes widened. He began trembling, as if wind were blowing through the hall. The flower forced a laugh. "What's this feeling? Why am I... shaking?" He paused. "Hey… Chara… No hard feelings about back then, right?" Frisk grinned as they took another step forward. They could kill them right here and now with one slash but seeing the once psychotic flower cowering beneath them like a child was all too satisfying. Frisk practically basked in the feeling of power. "H-hey what are you doing?! B-back off!" Flowey sank into the earth, disappearing. Frisk continued through the hall before Flowey appeared again, eyes narrowed.

"I… I've changed my mind about all this. This isn't a good idea anymore. Y-you should go back, Chara. This place is fine the way it is!" Flowey smiled. Frisk stepped closer, grinning with their teeth now. "S-s-stop making that creepy face! This isn't funny! You've got a sick sense of humour!" Flowey disappeared again. Finally, Frisk reached the end of the gray hallway. They turned into a much brighter hallway, reaching out to save before continuing on. Pillars lined both sides of the hall. Between them, were huge windows where light poured inside, casting a bright yellow glow off the walls and floor of the hall. It was almost like sunlight… I'm really that close to the surface? With no more monsters in their way, Frisk figured they would start killing every human next… Then what? Frisk pushed the question away, continuing forward. Another figure appeared in front of them. Frisk skidded to a halt, glaring at the skeleton that stood before them. He smiled as if nothing were wrong.

"Heya," Sans greeted. "You've been busy, huh? So, I've got a question for ya." Sans closed his eyes. "Do you think even the worst person can change? That everyone can be a good person if they just try?" Frisk rolled their eyes, taking a step forward. They narrowed their eyes at Sans. He just chuckled dryly. "Alright. Well, here's a better question." The pupils in Sans' eyes disappeared, leaving two empty sockets that stared into Frisk's soul. "Do you wanna have a bad time? 'Cause, if you take another step forward... You are REALLY not gonna like what happens next." Frisk took a step forward. Sans closed his eyes, letting out a sigh. "Welp. Sorry, old lady. This is why I never make promises." Sans opened his eyes as Frisk's soul appeared in front of them.

"It's a beautiful day outside. Birds are singing, flowers are blooming. On days like these, kids like you…" Sans closed his eyes, reopening them to reveal empty sockets. "Should be burning in hell." His voice was just as empty as his eyes. Frisk raised their knife, about to lunge when Sans's left eye glowed blue and he flung his arm down, throwing Frisk into a line of bones. Blood formed in their mouth, silencing their cry. Frisk forced themself to their feet, lunging through several lines of bones. They glared at Sans. Huge white figures appeared all around them. Before they could move, the faces fired beams at them, over and over again burning Frisk's skin like a furnace. They twitched and squirmed in place. Finally, the beams stopped, as did Frisk's heartbeat. They flopped onto the ground, the world going dark as quick as the flick of a light switch.

"You cannot give up just yet. Chara! Stay determined!" When Frisk reappeared beside their save point, they were still trembling as if they were about to fall over. Taking a deep breath, Frisk forced themself to stay still. Well, now I know what to do. Frisk marched down the hall, knife clenched in hand. Sans appeared again.

"Heya," he greeted again. "You look frustrated about something." His pupils disappeared. "Guess I'm pretty good at my job, huh?" Frisk stiffened. He knows… Frisk's soul appeared again and Sans gave the same speech he had earlier. Then he flung his arm down. Frisk was prepared this time, leaping off the ground before the bones could pierce them. The line of bones rushed toward them. Huge heads floated around them yet again, forcing Frisk to weave through the beams. They brushed against the beams, gasping as it burned their skin. However, they stood in place. They glared at Sans, who just shrugged.

"Always wondered why people never use their strongest attack first," Sans replied, forcing a smile. Frisk raised an eyebrow. If that's your strongest attack, then you're not going to stand a chance. Frisk raced toward the skeleton, swinging their knife. Sans stepped to the side. Tripping over their foot, Frisk fell to the ground on their face. They glared at Sans.

"What?" He asked, shrugging innocently. "You think I'm just gonna stand there and take it?" Frisk forced themself to their feet, brushing the stone off their sleeve. None do. These creatures just won't accept their fate. Sans reached his arm out, clenching his fist as he glared at Frisk with empty eye sockets. Frisk glanced down at their chest. Their once red soul had changed into a dark blue. Frisk was forced to pull it into their arms so it wouldn't drag them back onto the floor. They glared ahead. Bones appeared in the hallway, drifting toward Frisk in random patterns. Frisk weaved through the tall things.

Their eyes widened when something scraped their leg, blazing through their entire body. Images flashed before them like a slideshow. Blood and dust were flying through the air, with screams, cries, and wide eyes to accompany it. An array of colours shone before them. Orange, yellow, light blue, dark blue, and purple light all protruded from a heart-shaped soul. Frisk could feel their sins crawling up their back. They forced their eyes open. Their cheeks were wet for some reason, but they were back in the battle, weaving through tall bones and now needing to jump over small bones.

"What is this guy's stats?!" Frisk exclaimed, jumping away from a tall bone as it nearly scraped their shoulder.

"One attack, one defense, and one HP," Chara replied. "The easiest enemy." You've got to be kidding me. "I assure you I'm not." THEN WHY AM I DYING?! "Karmic retribution." Frisk weaved past the last bone, lunging toward Sans with their knife swinging. Sans dodged yet again. His eye glowed blue as he stretched his arm out.

"Our reports showed a massive anomaly in the time space continuum. Timelines jumping left and right, stopping and starting…" A line of blue and white bones appeared in front of Sans, blocking the entire hallway as they drifted forward. Sans's pupils disappeared again. "Until suddenly everything ends." Sans chuckled dryly. "That's your fault isn't it." Frisk forced themself to stand still. The blue bones passed through them harmlessly, but something else rammed into their foot. Frisk flopped onto their stomach. They tensed as the line of blue bones passed through them again. Much smaller bones rushed toward them. Frisk leapt to their feet, hopping over the small bones and freezing immediately as more blue bones drifted toward them. They repeated this process until the last bone drifted away. Frisk glared at Sans.

"Just keep attacking," Chara muttered. Frisk nodded, dashing toward the skeleton with a swing of their knife. Sans stepped aside. Frisk swung again, only for him to take a step back. He extended his arm. The floor disappeared beneath Frisk's feet. They struggled in the air, but they were unable to move. Sans's empty eyes bored into Frisk.

"You can't understand how this feels," he growled, flinging Frisk across the room. "Look, I gave up trying to go back a long time ago." Sans continued his monologue while several varied bone attacks flew and drifted toward Frisk. They dodged them, attempting to attack Sans whenever they could. "And getting to the surface doesn't really appeal anymore, either. Cause even if we do... we'll just end up right back here, without any memory of it, right? Or is that just a poor excuse for being lazy...? Hell if I know." Frisk swung at Sans, almost effortless in their exhaustion and frustration. Once again, Sans flung them back.

A line of bones shorter than Frisk's ankles appeared on the ground, drifting toward them. More bones drifted through the air in straight lines. Spotting a platform, Frisk lunged toward the floating thing, struggling to get to their feet. They stumbled in place. Throwing themself forward, their head slammed right into their forehead. Their body blazed with pain. Standing in place, Frisk weaved around the lines of bones as they drifted down. Finally, the bones disappeared. However, the ground beneath Frisk did the same, dropping them onto the ground. They let out a grunt. Forcing themself to their feet, Frisk dashed toward Frisk with a slash of their knife. Sans dodged again.

"All I know is…" Sans dodged another slice. "Seeing what comes next…" And another. "I can't afford not to care anymore."

"He can't dodge forever," Chara grunted. Sans raised his arm, summoning a wall of bones. They closed in on them from every angle. With nowhere to run, Frisk dashed into the bones. Their skin blazed like fire as the bones cracked against their skin, before falling to the floor in pieces. Frisk glared at Sans, knife clutched in hand. Sans blinked.

He let out a grunt. "That being said... You, uh, really like swinging that thing around, huh?" Sans sighed, gazing at the ground. He met Frisk's gaze again, this time with his pupils back. "Listen." Frisk crossed their arms, glaring at Sans. Okay, I'll humour you. You're going to die either way. "I know you didn't answer me before, but... Somewhere in there. I can feel it. There's a glimmer of a good person inside of you. The memory of someone who once wanted to do the right thing. Someone who, in another time, might have even been... a friend?" Frisk raised an eyebrow. Sans held his hand out to Frisk, gazing intently at them. "C'mon, buddy. Let's forget all of this, okay? Just lay down your weapon, and... Well, my job will be a lot easier." Frisk's gaze shifted to Sans's hand. It was true. Once upon a time, Frisk never wanted to hurt anyone, especially their friends. But now they had hurt everyone. Their hands were covered in the dust of their countless monster victims and the cries of their friends echoed in their mind. All done without an ounce of regret… Why would I give up now? After coming this far already? Frisk slashed at Sans, only for him to lunge backward with a breathy gasp.

"Welp, it was worth a shot." Sans shrugged, before his pupils disappeared again. "Guess you like doing things the hard way, huh?" Frisk's world went dark. The world reappeared before them, bright as ever. Frisk only had a moment to react as bones zipped toward them, scraping at their shoulders. The world darkened again. Then more bones slammed into Frisk's head at every angle, blazing into them and preventing them from moving. Finally, they flopped to the ground with a gasp. The world went dark.

"You cannot give up just yet. Chara! Stay determined!" Frisk appeared again at the beginning of the hall.

"What just happened?!" Frisk exclaimed, gripping their pounding heart.

"I don't know," Chara grunted. "Just know to expect it." Frisk nodded, continuing down the hall before stopping before Sans.

"Hm… That expression… That's the expression of someone who's died twice in a row…" Sans winked. "Suffice to say, you look really... unsatisfied." He closed his eyes. "Arlight." Sans opened his eyes again, revealing empty sockets. "How 'bout we make it a third?" Frisk's soul appeared in front of them. The fight continued on the same until Sans made his attempt to get through to Frisk. Sans had barely began his speech when Frisk slashed at him, forcing the skeleton to jump back.

Sans' pupils disappeared, and his entire body bristled. "Guess you like doing things the hard way, huh?" Frisk's world went dark again. This time they were prepared, jumping over the first line of bones. Their world blacked out, forcing Frisk to slip past a tall line of bones and jump over small ones. The world kept going black. Frisk dashed past the last bone, swinging their knife wildly. Sans stepped aside.

"Sounds strange, but before all this I was secretly hoping we could be friends," he admitted, summoning bones into his hand. "I always thought the anomaly was doing this 'cause they were unhappy... and when they got what they wanted, they would stop all of this." Sans chucked the bones at Frisk, slamming them into the ground. Frisk let out a gasp. Yanking the bones out, Frisk stood up only for the world to go dark again. More blasters appeared around Frisk. They lunged to the side. The blast scraped their shoulder, taking a piece of their sleeve with it. Frisk glared at Sans as they continued to dodge more and more of the blasters.

"And maybe all they needed was…" Sans shrugged. "I dunno. Some good food, some bad laughs, some nice friends." He stepped to the side as Frisk swung at them yet again, his pupils disappearing as he glared at them. "But that's ridiculous, right? Yeah, you're the type of person who won't EVER be happy." Sans was gone in a flash, replaced by another line of bones. Frisk leaped over them. They landed on the other side on one foot, struggling to hold on to their knife. Sans appeared before them.

"You'll keep consuming timelines over and over, until... well." Sans shrugged, stepping away from another attack from Frisk. "Hey. take it from me, kid. Someday... you gotta learn when to QUIT." Sans's anger poured out in the last word, "And today's that day," he growled, extending his arm again. Frisk was lifted into the air by their soul, the rest of their body hanging limp like a ragdoll. They were thrown toward one of the pillars. Bones appeared beneath them, stabbing through them before they could get away. They were thrown to the floor next. Frisk extended their legs, forcing themself into the air before the bones could hit them again. Next was the ceiling. Flailing for a moment, Frisk flipped themself upside down, kicking off the ceiling before the bones could poke out. Sans lowered his hand. Frisk slammed into the ground on their stomach.

"Cause... y'see... all this fighting is really tiring me out," Sans admitted, panting. Frisk only now noticed the sweat pouring down his bony forehead. Forcing themself to their feet, Frisk charged at Sans. The skeleton dodged again.

"And if you keep pushing me... then I'll be forced to use my special attack." Blasters appeared in front of Sans, blocking him from view. Frisk threw themself to the side. Nearly colliding into one of the pillars, Frisk dashed away from the next set of blasters. Bones rose up out of the ground. Frisk leaped over them just in time, landing in front of Sans with a slash of their knife. He took a step back.

"Yeah, my special attack," he continued, extending his hand. Frisk was flung back, sliding across the ground. "Get ready. Cause soon, I'm going to use it. So, if you don't want to see it, now would be a good time to die." Frisk weaved through several varied bone attacks, jumping over small bones, weaving past huge bones, grabbing onto more platforms floating above seas of small bones, and dodging those blasters. All separated within eye blinks. Once it was finally done, Frisk lunged forward, swinging their knife. Sans stepped back.

"Well, here goes nothing... are you ready?" Sans's pupils disappeared. "Survive THIS and I'll show you my special attack!" Sans flung his hand every direction, slamming Frisk into the floor, walls, and ceiling, forcing them to jump off them before the bones could appear and stab them. Soul turning red, Frisk flopped onto the ground. Large bones poked out of the walls, forcing them to weave through them in circles. Frisk was lifted into the air. They were flung toward a line of bones, going up and down repeatedly. Then stacks of bones from the ceiling and the floor protruding from the ground and ceiling. Frisk forced their body through the pathways. The bones scraped against their skin, though didn't burn their skin like they usually had before. Next, they started to close in. Frisk tensed, forcing themself to lie flat as they slipped through the last group of bones. The world went dark. Frisk reappeared on the ground, jumping up before anything could attack. They blacked out. Pushing themself off the wall, Frisk yelped as the tips of bones stabbed into their back. Blasters appeared in a circle around them. Frisk leaped out of the way to avoid the first blast, then dashed around in circles, the blasters getting closer and closer to their back as they ran. Finally, they disappeared. Sans' eyes glowed bright blue as they flung their arm around. Frisk was slammed against the pillars, floor, ceiling, over and over again. Bruises formed on their arms. Apart from that, however, nothing happened. Sans's flings began to slow down, barely able to even force Frisk into the wall before finally lowering his arm. Frisk fell on their knees and hands, panting. They met Sans's gaze.

"Alright," he panted, wiping the sweat off his forehead. "That's it. It's time for my special attack. Are you ready? Here goes nothing." There was a long pause. Frisk tensed, prepared for anything at this point. But nothing happened. They gazed at Sans, raising an eyebrow. "Yep. that's right. It's literally nothing." Sans shrugged. "And it's not going to be anything, either." He forced a chuckle. "Ya get it? I know I can't beat you. One of your attacks... You're just gonna kill me. So, uh. I've decided…" Sans extended a shaking arm out. Frisk was lifted into the air, their soul glowing dark blue again, leaving them unable to move. "You're not GONNA attack… ever. I'll just keep you here until you give up. Even if it means I have to stand here until the end of time. Capiche?" Sans glared at them, his toothy smile a direct contrast to his empty eyes. Frisk glared back at him. They didn't bother struggling anymore, just sort of stayed there… waiting.

"I know your type," Sans continued. "You're, uh, very determined, aren't you? You'll never give up, even if there's, uh... absolutely NO benefit to persevering whatsoever. If I can make that clear. No matter what, you'll just keep going, not out of any desire for good or evil... but just because you think you can. and because you 'can' ... you 'have to.'" Frisk still waited. Surely he's not strong enough to keep me here forever?

"But now, you've reached the end," Sans continued yet again. "There is nothing left for you here. Take my word for it. There's no point in continuing on this path. So, the best thing you can do here? Is to…" He paused to let out a yawn. "Completely give up." Frisk continued to glare at Sans. They stared for what seemed like hours as Sans' eyelids began to drop. Steadily, steadily… Until Sans closed his eyes entirely. His arms fell to his sides and his head lolled downward with a sigh. Frisk landed on their feet. Taking soft steps, they approached the skeleton, grinning. Finally, once they were close enough, Frisk attacked! Their knife sliced the air as Sans's eyes snapped open, throwing himself aside.

"Heh, didja really think you would be able to-" There was another slice. Then a crack of bones and a gasp that echoed off the walls. Sans fell to his knees. He gripped his chest, where blood was beginning to pool out. "So, guess that's it, huh? Just… don't say I didn't warn you…" Gripping his bleeding wound, Sans forced himself to his feet. "Welp…" He shrugged, forcing a smile. "I'm going to Grillby's…" Sans walked away, each of his small steps echoing harshly down the hall. He stopped after a few steps. Gazing at nothing in particular, his entire face lit up like a candle. "Papyrus, do you want anything?" Sans flopped to the ground, splitting into thousands of dusty pieces. Strength surged through Frisk. Finally.