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Chapter 2
As Sans leaned over to a nearby pillar he suddenly is moved back to the center if the. room. Looks like the kid RESET, Sans gave a notice to. It seemed to him whenever frisk ddied, they reset the place.
This as Sans was getting close to to relaxing, he heard the footsteps again. "Hmph, what you are doing? Relaxing? Hmph, you are a pushover" "says the one who died to me." Just as Sans finished with his remark, frisk came running. Sans dodged appropriately, and sent bones to impale the brat, after turning them blue. Frisk, however, knew what was happening, and jumped over them. Sans was now under fire, as the kitchen life was aimed for his rib cage. Flying right, he sent many bones in a straight pattern, and threw in a fake out to throw them off. It seemed to work, as Frisk was caught in the fake out. They get repeatedly asaulted by the bones, losing half her HP.
It seems like Frisk did not care about any injurys, as they go in for the kill again. what is with this kid? Sans gave a quick look at the murderous psychopath. They where bleeding in multiple areas, including the mouth, arm, and even the shin. Their arm is very brused, or at least, that's what it looked like. The kid's face was... Very like a killer. That is the only thing Sans could think of it as. Sans looks at his bone-ly hand, and realised that it bumped the pillar. Not very hard, mind you, buy enough to be noticed. Ignoring that, he throws a bone right at the kids face, and it directly hits. It seemed to hit hard, as Frisk was reduced to 3HP. "Mhnh.... Nhaggg...AHHH" "well, kido, this is what happens to..." Sans stops, and grabs the kid off the floor, as he pulls his face to theirs. "d i r t yy b r o t h e r k I l l e r s" *wham*
Another reset, another battle. This time Sans was not having any resistance. Frisk was not getting back here, and that is final. "Prepare to die Sa- wha?" *WHAM* Frisk turned blue, and was processed to be slammed agathst the right pillar. surves you right, Sans thought. He was about to say something, when Frisk glowed white for a second. Taking no chances, Sans throws the kid to the other side of the room with his blue magic. Friak sreamsbin pain, probably not ready for a sudden assault. Frisk continued glowing, and suddenly, Frisk started screaming more. "AHHHH! NO! I won't let myself be expelled from here!" Sans just rolls his eyes, and threw them against the wall again, this time really hard. Frisk glows bright white, and suddenly everything goes stark white. What is this stain on the floor doing?
Suddenly, the world just... Reappeared. Just... not there, then actually there! Sans goes to look at Frisk, and sees the kid fainted. Sans thought of finishing the kid now but that would be too nice. Better let them suffer for what they did
Frisk POV
Frisk wakes up, to find themselves on the floor. Wondering why they where not on the flowerbed, and why it felt to hard on the ground, Frisk looks around. They are in the final corridor, and holding something in their hands. Slightly getting up, they look at the item in their hands. It looked like a...kitchen knife. Moving it around, Frisk dropped it when they saw what was on it: blood. The knife had small traces of blood. Frisk hears a noise from the other side of the room, and meekly looks over to what was making the sound. You see a short skeleton with a hoodie, sleeping. Sans!
Oh, looks like he is stirring. Sans opens his eyes, looks at you, and his right eye disappeared. His left eye went blue, as he shot a bone right at Frisk. If it was not for how far away he was, it would have hit Frisk. Why is he acting this way? "Good morning, princess, how about a wake up call?" More bones. This time, they dodge them, masterfully. Frisk tries to talk to Sans, trying to be comical, saying: "What's wrong? Did someone rattle you're bones?" "..." More bones. Frisk now scared out if their mind, high tails it to the exit. "hmph. come back soon, I will be waiting."