"Indeed they do, Sans."

“If you are seeking to use my name against me, you will not be able to.” Sans could sense the power that Cordis was using to try and control him.

“H-how?!” Cordis seemed surprised.

“Because, it’s not my full name translated nor my true name.” Sans shot forward, swords moving to behead Cordis. The creature put up a shadow shield and went to shoot Sans with shadow spears but Sans swiftly dodged. Using the barrier to blindside Cordis, impaling him. Cordis coughed blood up all over Sans, who already had blood splattered all over him. The blood was red, like a human’s would be, but it swirled with black.

“Well, it looks like you’ve impaled me.” He coughed up more blood.

“Where is Frisk?” Sans snarled. Cordis laughed, coughing. Wavering shadows held Frisk out to Sans, the young girl was unconscious but seemed ok. Sans reached out magically to grab her when he suddenly got pushed away, barely landing on his feet a large ways away. In the place of Cordis however, there was a giant cloaked figure bent over. It laughed darkly, straightening up to it’s full height. It towered over the trees, even Sans’s dragon from being no bigger than a tarantula to it. Right under the center of where it’s clavicle would be, was a soft red glow, the same shade as Frisk’s soul.

“I didn’t think I would have to take this form so soon.” Cordis laughed. “Oh well, it’ll be fun crushing you. Although I will take some remorse in crushing you Sans. Unless, you want to take me up on my offer, it does still stand. After all, I do think you could be happy as my wife.”

“Go to HELL!” Sans roared as he transformed into his dragon form and sprang forward, towards the glowing light that as he got closer, he realized was indeed Frisk. Cordis swatted him away like a fly and Sans flew into trees, tumbling and crashing hard into the ground. Sans shakily stood up and shot towards Frisk once more, getting batted away once more.

MOM! Calm down! Integrity, who was usually calm, quite, and lady like, shouted. Sans wavered.

We need to take our more powerful form. Perseverance pipped up.

We don’t have enough control over our power in that form yet. Sans was near positive that he might destroy the underground if he took it.

We will be fine Mom, we have to protect the others. Kindness spoke with an assurity that made Sans sigh and make a small noise of agreement. He felt the six human souls meld with his. Instantly a burning enveloped Sans’s body as it changed. It didn’t last long however, and Sans straightened, growling at Cordis, who he was now eye-level with. Not only had he gotten bigger, but other things about Sans changed as well. His horns got longer and he was now covered in blue scales the color of his magic. The spines on his back grew sharper and the air seemed to swirl around him, waiting to be commanded, it seemed, as it thrummed with energy.

“Your time has come.”