…Clack …Clack

The simple stepping sound, returning to the ears of all those standing all the same. But this sound.. Was slightly different. The usual stomping was replaced by a slower more careful step, one that told a story oh so easy to understand. The murderous child was nervous, or maybe anxious? The expression painted on their face portrayed anger but.. It also portrayed a sense of.. Dread.

This fight with this stupid Skeleton was harder than it was supposed to be. 1 Health Point, 1 Attack Damage.. A single strike would send him crashing to the ground, and becoming a pile of dust like a snap of the finger. However, the pesky little skeleton wouldn’t make it so easy. All those before tried to stop them, but they had no chance.

The power of Determination! The ability to always keep coming back no matter the odds.. It existed because they wanted to win. They wanted to see what would happen when they changed what they would normally do. If you can turn back time itself.. It doesn’t matter what you do. If you… kill a monster here, or kill a monster there… If nobody remembers, then what's the harm.. Right?

But this fight was different. Sans the Skeleton didn’t just stand there and take the hit like any other monster. Like ALL other monsters. He avoided your attack. The determination boiled inside them like a melting pot. “How dare he break the rules of a fight!” They thought to themselves. What they could not see, is how much harder it was about to get.

RDCCHCHCHCHCH-!

A row of bones all erupting from the ground, one after the other, intent on stabbing through this poor human child's body. They dodged to the right! Managing to avoid being hit by the attack, of course, it was only a moment before they realized the King himself had vanished from sight. Where did he-

KRRESSHHIINNGG!

The child was used to the sound of their own body being torn apart at this point. The moment before death, they get to view the numerous bones skewering their soon to be corpse, this time was different however, as all that they saw, and all that they heard, was the hum of the bright red trident, and all 3 pointed ends sticking through their chest.

As their knees gave out, and they dropped to the floor, the king let out a grunt, as he pulled the magical weapon from them. The human's eyes unwillingly began to shut, as their consciousness faded. They managed to hear the king simply utter-

“It is done. Finally.”

But the two others knew better. A silent motion between the Flower and Skeleton, they simply looked at each other, before

GASP! Back again. And just like before, the same thing happened again. As if it was some kind of check point in a game, whenever the human got close enough to the end, just enough to make this damned skeleton sweat, the Flower and the King always showed up to intervene. It made them angry, but they tried their best not to make it obvious. With each new death to this trio of temper, their anger grew even further than they thought it could..

SLASH!

The protective measures the flower and skeleton had tried to employ did not last forever. The human eventually got far enough.. And with nothing more than a single slice across the chest.. Asgore fell to one knee. The King's invincible stature, broken, as he managed to simply say:

“It… is up to you now.. Sans.. Flowey.. Stay…determined-”

And with that, his body turned to dust, and his soul… shattered. The Flower, the creature without emotions, had nothing but shock on his face.. Quickly switching to anger as he looked back at the human. The Flower caring about what happened to his father from a past life.

The Skeleton saw something else. Any hope he had of beating the kid for good was gone alongside the dust of the king. He decided to go back to his original plan, and now that there was someone else on his team, he could make sure that they really pissed this damned child off.

And just like that, they were off. The battle raged on for hours. The human died an innumerable amount of times. Even they weren’t counting anymore. It was pointless. The number would just piss them off even more so. No matter how much they tried to hide their fury, they couldn’t help but clearly show how angry this battle was making them.

Sans couldn’t help but laugh at them, a mixture of a nervous compulsive reaction, and genuine laughter. How angry they were getting that they couldn’t kill him. Sans felt so good, he got briefly distracted. A fatal mistake- but not for him. Flowey who was getting equally as enraged at Sans’s laughter, left himself open-

SLASH!

Sans’s laughter only slowed, as he looked back to Frisk. The anger builds inside them making them unable to even enjoy the kill. This whole time, Sans had only really been trying to piss them off, just to get a little bit of revenge for the countless deaths they had caused. But… Now was the time. His new power, fueled by the human soul he was gifted. He had been holding himself back, because he truly thought it was pointless.. But.. Now standing here, by himself… he found something inside him pushing him…no…shoving him to try. To really try and kill them. With this new power.. Maybe he could actually win. The thought infected his mind like a worm digging into a rotten apple. 

Whether he liked it or not, he felt that he had too. To deliver some Justice. To be the Judge that he had come here to be. With the end of that thought, they began again. 

CRACK- PSTAND

Another death on the tally

CRACK- PSTAND

Another loss to this damned skeleton

CRACK- PSTAND

Another failed attempt at killing this stupid guy. This jokester. But Sans’s demeanor was much different than it was in the beginning. He wasn’t fighting to make them angry, he was fighting to win. And win he did. Again, and again, and again, and again, again, again, and again. After every attempt he could feel his body becoming sore from how much he was pushing himself. The justice he felt that needed to kill this murderer pushed him. 

Until..

“Huff…..puff….” He had never been in shape. Even with the new power, he could only fight so long before his body screamed at him from every corner to stop. To rest. To nap- oh god how he wanted to nap. No matter how much his body hated him, glancing upwards and seeing the fuming rage from the human.. It gave him a little more, but it wasn’t enough.

With a thud, he simply dropped to the floor. He thinks about attempting another diplomatic remark but..their angered expression shows how any words will simply bounce off of them. Sans.. was at peace. He accepted his fate. All of it was simply prolonging the inevitable. 

He closes his eyes, as he hears the familiar steps of the child coming towards him. The sounds of the metal knife swooshing through the air as they raised it up..

SHHHCRACK!

It swings down into his head, cutting all the way down to his right eye before… getting stuck. The health meter that comes up whenever an attack lands…. It drags his health all the way down.. To… 1?

“WHAT-” The human screams before-

SHPOW!

An array of bones skewer them again. The Skeleton grunts, taking the knife out of his head, some blood trickling down, although this blood is yellow. He holds a hand over his eye, completely blinded in that eye.

He grunts, and groans, standing up. The human soul, its new power granted him enough health to withstand one attack. He looks at the shish-kababed child, taking a tired step towards them.

“Get dunked on.” Was all he said before-...

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But Nobody Came…

Authors Note

Hiii. Sorry this chapter is super long. I honestly just wanted to finish the judgement hall arc without splitting it into more chapters. Hope you enjoy!