...Clack... Clack... 

The usual sound of the child’s simple brown boots against the pristine tiled floor. A sound Sans knew quite well by this point. The child huffed - no - they panted with anger. They could hardly keep it inside them. Sans simply smiled, satisfied with what he had done by making this sick, twisted murderer get angry. He had a few more jokes he wanted to tell, some simple puns, some more little verbal jabs. 

"Wow... you look pretty mad. That expression you're wearin’..." He thought for a moment. He was counting right, but had hardly even realized how many times it really had been... 57. This determined psychopath has tried and failed to kill him 57 times. 

"Well... I wont grace it with a description." With a wink, the battle started again. Again and again the "innocent" poor youth that he had promised to protect died to his hand…or bones, rather. He found himself unwillingly talking. Just trying to fill up space. The sound of his blasters firing, or bones erupting from the ground, left an unpleasant effect. He tried to replace it with talk, even if he knew it was pointless. 

"The surface doesn't appeal to me anymore." He spoke simply. He hardly even thought about what he was saying, although it was the truth. The thought of enjoying the surface world, living freely up there. It was a happy thought... but only for a moment. The feeling was overshadowed by the missing piece. Papyrus. That’s why he was here after all. For Papyrus…for Undyne…for the sake of monster kind. But what about his own sake? It didn't matter. What he wanted - who he was - never mattered. Not for this murderer. He was a background character in his own life. Just an NPC in someone else's story. Simply nothing more than a-

"Smiley trashbag." A different voice broke the silence between his attacks.

Sans whipped around! That voice... that familiar voice. His eye sockets widened in reaction, trying to take in more of what he saw…trying to understand it. There was no other explanation than what he was seeing.

"Sans..." A deep and powerful voice let out. The voice giving only one thought. Authority. The sound of a king, that’s what that sounded like.

"I do not believe we have ever had the pleasure of formally meeting.. I am sorry it could not be under better circumstances. However, there is no time for catching up now. The flower has informed me of the situation, and we have come to your aid." The sound of his voice became muffled in Sans's own head, the skeleton only seeing the tall and large fluffy monster, coated in gold, metal, and cloth. The king's royal armor, and his bright red trident in his hands. His eyelights looked then past the king, landing on the flower that stood there... but more so what he was holding.

"Don't think I am doing this for you... smiley trashbag... But if we're going to win, you need a lot more strength, Mr. 1 HP." The flower's face contorts and twists devilishly, trying to be insulting and intimidating. Although Sans was all too familiar with this hell-flora’s antics. The flower held a human soul. One of the 6 children who had fallen, and had been killed for their souls. Flowey held the yellow soul in a green spiked vine, and quickly moved the vine over to the skeleton.

"Just take it! We need you at your best..." Flowey looked away. He was quite ashamed of himself for helping this man, whom he hated. However, for the sake of everyone, the underground, and himself, he did what he had to do. Sans was in shock for a moment before the large, fluffy hand of the king broke through the veil. 

"Sans, please, try and remain focused." He spoke simply and sternly. No hint of anger, just authority. There was nothing to explain, the fight would be hard and long. They had to work together to have any hope of winning... but Sans knew better. Although even knowing that they would likely die, their presence felt reassuring. For a split second, Sans actually believed they had a chance. Or maybe he wanted to believe it. He turned himself back to face the human, Flowey at his left, and The King of all monsters to his right.

"Guess it's only fair that we play on even ground, right?" He did the classic pose, shrugging with a wink, his eyes going black, as he reached out for the human soul and absorbed its power! 

BSHOWWWW!

A beam of yellow light rocketed from him, creating a large circular hole in the ceiling. The light subsides and the skeleton opens his eyes, yellow power eyes filling both sockets. He smiles, a genuine smile for the first time in a long time. The sense of power... of justice. It felt good. Really good.

Staring at the human, whose anger seemed almost like fear, gripped their knife. They were not backing down. This human child was determined to win, and Sans... well... He had some justice to deliver!