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Just reread the two first chapters of my old story, boy how I've grown as a writer, I'm so proud of two-years-younger-me, let's read chapter 3---

Heck you too.

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Thank you for reading “Comic Sins”!

Undertale Fanfic "Comic Sins" Archive - Binge the series HERE

I, Vicky, have written a complete and finished FanFiction... *SCREAMS INTO GARBAGE CAN*

A three year journey, I can't believe it. I started writing "Comic Sins" back in October 2015, just a month after Undertale's release. I had been doing plenty of fanart and enjoying other people's fanart, and it was a great time for everyone! But something oddly specific gripped me-- the way people drew "genocide-route" fanart, and the way they drew Sans in particular really spoke to me. The excellent pieces of art kind of scared me, like Sans was mad at me for something I didn't do. And I loved that eerie feeling. And that, my friends, is what "Comic Sins" is about-- The fear of a cartoon skeleton coming out of the screen to mess you up. So if you wanted an explanation as to why Sans comes out of a TV screen at the beginning... there's your answer. It's dumb, I know. And I had plenty of people on FanFictionNet and on my deviantArt telling me I ripped off "The Ring" which is a movie I had never even seen, let alone heard of, before posting my fic. Thanks guys.

The first several chapters are short and an absolute garbage fire. I wrote them for myself but then felt compelled to share them online... And then people started reading it. Uh oh... But like, if nobody read it, I don't think it would have made it to chapter ten! So if you're one of my early FanFictionNet readers and commenters, congratulations, YOU'RE the reason this fic has an ending! HURRAY!

(Spoilers below if you for some reason didn't read the fic but are reading this??)

Chapter 9. "Vacant" was probably my favorite to write. It had absolutely no dialogue, was focused on just the one character exploring their environment, and it let Frisk, along with the reader, experience the dreaded town of Snowdin in its new state of disrepair and disaster. I felt it had a lot of cool ideas and it was really fun for me. (But then it got better because I got to describe what the Judgement Hall/Last Corridor looked like a million times and I enjoy describing environments.)

Chapter 17. "Pride" is another personal favorite of mine because the entirety of its narrative is a metaphor for how the fandom tends to treat Sans. He didn't ask for this, give this boi a cookie and a nap.

And the finale is finally here! Chapter 24. "Departer". Papyrus is my FAVORITE Undertale character, but you too have permission to be mad at me for hosting a McFrickin Papyrus FuneralTM.  :D

Pronouns: I had a ton of fun writing them! But also it was very difficult! Especially having to use they/them pronouns for Frisk. (And then Chara!Frisk. And then LostSoul!Frisk. Oof.) Friendly Tip: The trick is to remember to use different language to describe more than one person at a time so that when the character's pronouns come into play, it should be a little more clear what's going on. If you're someone who wants to practice with crazy pronouns in your own speech like they/them or ze/zer, I highly recommend just writing a quick story with those to see how comfortable it can be. (Also special shoutout to my boi Flowey so I could use it/its pronouns, HAH.)

In all this time, not a single person has pointed out my annoyingly extensive use of bone vocabulary whenever I describe any part of Sans! What can I say, I'm a bit of a skeleton nerd, and I saw a hilarious opportunity. But like... did anyone find my shenanigans annoying? Did anyone have to google Patella?

If there are any readers of mine who are also Undertale Fanfic writers, congrats! I had a lot of fun writing about parallel universe theory, and the implications I wrote in my narrative implies that all fanfics are just another parallel universe and are canon. You're welcome.

All jokes aside, I would like to wish everyone a lovely night. SUPER HUGE SPECIAL THANKS TO ALL MY READERS, HOLY HECK YOU'RE THE REASON I KEPT GOING. I'm working really hard to become a real writer and I'm writing actual original stories that I share online as well. Feel free to message me about those, or literally anything actually. I would love to hear from you, I'm always available to chat here or on my other sites. ;) (Also I have like... a youtube channel too...? Ah, no one cares.)

Lastly, a very warm and special thank you to Toby Fox. Undertale is one of the best things to ever happen to me.

Much love and devotion, Vicky Violet

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COMIC SINS - Ch. 21 Wisdom

Chapter 21. Wisdom White. Loneliness. Fear. In the vast abyss, the air seemed to have all but gone away. Attempting to breathe once more, a small child clenched their chest, floating in the void. In the sea of black and white, a figure stood, equal in stature to the innocent one. A silhouette of dancing pixels whose face could hardly be seen. A lost soul whose voice could barely be heard. The child called Frisk began to move their lips in hopes that a sound would come out, although they were not entirely sure that they wanted it to. "Well..." Their voice shook. "You would never do that..." The child's voice growing more hoarse as they proceeded. "You would never killpeople… right?" A cluster of static flickered uncontrollably, its rational thought shaking just as heavily. "Frisk," The lost soul admitted sadly. "...that's what I said, too." The black and white stripes of the soul's shirt quivered, and it raised up its arms, holding itself for stability. "You wouldn't understand." Frisk shook their head, a bit offended by the statement. "I think you would know more than anyone." The white form looked up at their counterpart. It knew as well as Frisk that they were capable of understanding, so long as proper context was provided. The soul nodded its head. "You're right," It replied. "Hurting anyone is not something I would ever do intentionally." The glowing figure curled up on itself and turned away slightly. "But Chara… they're surprisingly… persuasive." The innocent youth grew uncomfortable with the soul's reports. "I'm afraid," Frisk inferred. "What kind of things could a person say to convince someone to do… something they would never consider?" "I know exactly what you mean," The soul assured lowly. "It's because of our shared power. The ability to reset time..." It continued, relaxing its tense shoulders. "Chara told me that when we reset, all the way, that is… that anyone who had fallen down would be brought back to normal." The lost soul saw Frisk's expression towards this notion, one of skepticism. "And it was true!" It assured. "Because I did hurt someone, and… I was so terrified by my actions, I just had to do whatever I could to fix it." The white image shook their fists at themselves, both excited and scared. "Chara didn't lie. I reset out of fear and guilt, and it was as they said! Monster's who had turned to dust… by my hand… the creatures were okay! And none of them remembered me." "So..." Frisk started up accusatively. "Because you could reset, you thought it was okay to hurt people...?" They said rather bluntly, before realizing how rude they might have sounded. "I know how it sounds," White pixels dancing over the souls tears. "I haven't made very many good decisions in my life. But I'm not gonna pretend this is one of them." It brought its hands up to its face, as if the glitched static was not enough to conceal their uncontrollable emotions. Its voice finally cracked. "I'm such a horrible person." Frisk's heart sank deep within their chest, and a large lump swelled up painfully in their throat, preventing them, too, from speaking properly. "No you're not..." Frisk croaked, losing themselves as well. "It's okay..." They attempted to ease the soul. Frisk drifted closer to comfort their twin. "Th-thank you..." The lost soul sniffed. "I'm so sorry… I didn't mean to fall apart like that..." The entity wiped away at their face, which probably would have been bright red, had it not been for the lack of hue in the environment. "You're reminding me of what a true friend is." The soul started up. "True friends are there to comfort me… and make me feel loved. I can't believe I have forgotten..." Holding the soul close, Frisk perked up. "How could you ever forget a friend?" The soul wiped thoroughly away at its nose. "I thought Chara was my friend." Its voice cracking under the pressure. "Chara would go on and on about how they were my closest friend… That they chose me to borrow their reset abilities. And in turn, that they should borrow control over my body. I didn't trust them at first, of course, but when you have a voice in your head that is very persistent…? It can get pretty grating after awhile." The soul sighed deeply from the words overflowing from its breath. "Chara told me I could live a life with no consequences, and after some time… I believed them. They made me believe their lies over and over. Chara is manipulative and cruel, and I'm a fool for having let them into my life this way..." Broken squares danced disjointedly, the white figure curling in on itself. "But… all I was really trying to do in the end… was gain their trust. I wanted Chara to see that I was their friend. All I really wanted to do was save them…" It explained in a higher tone, its personal assurance wavering. "But they played me, and that's what really makes me a fool." Frisk listened for a long time, completely uncertain of how to respond. "I'm… so sorry that happened to you." Their voice shaking, doubtful that such a response was even helpful. "To think that... there could be one person incapable of saving… especially someone as determined as you… or me." The lost soul sniffed under its breath. "Thank you, Frisk..." It started up shakily. "I envy you." The child stumbled over their thoughts, a bit caught off guard by their reflection's statement. "E-envy? Why on earth would you envy me?" Frisk asked tentatively, pulling on their short hair. "If anything, I'm jealous of you! You're from a 'normal' timeline, and I'm stuck where I don't belong." The soul shook its pixelated face. "There's no such thing as a 'normal' timeline, Frisk." It insisted confidently. "There are only timelines that are more similar than others." It paused, debating upon itself. "Listen." The lost soul started up. "Perhaps I am not too keen on the idea of not leaving our… situation behind, and running off to Mt. Ebott," The soul's voice slowed as it calculated its choice in words. "But you have something that you've lost in other timelines… something that cannot be regained with resets… something precious." "I don't understand." Frisk blurted out. "You've gained so many friendships and experiences… and I feel like I've been left behind on everything. I feel clueless and lost." "Don't be." Their sibling insisted softly. "Those feelings you have are not weakness. In fact, they are a valuable strength." Frisk shrugged, their mind exhausted. "I don't see how." The lost soul drifted closer, hoping to express its comforting message. "You are innocent, Frisk." The child perked up at the soul, their skin feeling something for the first time; a small shock. "Me?" Frisk asked, faltering. Disconnected static nodded gently. "You are an innocent one, Frisk. Don't be so eager to lose that." Frisk shook their head wildly, unconvinced the soul was telling the whole truth. "Is that your way of hiding things from me? To keep me in the dark?" The small child insisted. "You sound like a grownup." "You're mistaken, my friend." The white soul let out. It raised up its hands, and looked down upon its tainted palms sadly. "Though it is true. I have gained relationships and experiences… much more than I would have imagined…" It clenched its fists tightly. "But all of that was my destiny, not yours." The soul rested its tight fists by its side. "Experience is the greatest teacher, but in the real world, learning isn't always a good thing." The soul lowered its head in lament. "It was far too soon for me. I'm too young to have had the experiences I did… and yet here I am." White static raised up just slightly to look at the youth before it. "You see, wisdom is a valuable thing, but innocence holds just as much value. One cannot be wise and innocent at the same time. One value cannot coexist with the other." The soul stood up straight and certain. "And… once innocence is gone and wisdom is in its place… it can never be regained again." It breathed heavily, coming to its conclusion. "So please… place value on your innocence while you still have it." Frisk analyzed the words for a long time. Their thoughts weaved around inside their head aimlessly, and they swam inside their mind searching for something to say. "I suppose..." Frisk opened their mouth slowly. "Perhaps you are right. I should listen to you." The child continued, still cautious in their words. "I wouldn't lead me astray… would I?" The lost soul let out a faint chuckle. "No." It assured. "You would have other souls to worry about doing that." "Chara!" The child called out in recollection. "You have to save them!" White static drooped in sadness. "Chara cannot be saved." The soul spoke up. "Not by me, anyway. They do not want to be saved." "What?" Frisk accused. "But you've saved everyone else! Why would this kid be any different?" "I understand your frustration, Frisk." The white form defined. "But Chara is their own anomaly. And my determination is… unstable. I've lost hope to save them." The soul slouched in defeat. "I've given up." "No, you can't give up yet!" Frisk insisted, a bit frenzied. "I know, you're right. But the truth is that I have… in this timeline." The soul wiped the tears from its eyes, and looked up towards its sibling, smiling brightly, although its face still could not be seen. "But I'd like to think… perhaps in another timeline… Chara does accept my friendship… that Chara can be saved." The pair stood in silence. Though a happy thought, the bittersweet feelings hung in the air. "So..." Frisk began, unsettled with their train of thought. "What are we supposed to do about Chara?" The innocent one asked, nervously. "What is it that you want?" The lost soul insisted. "Do you want to kill them?" Frisk stumbled over themselves, surprised at the notion. "What? No! I mean… That's what Sans was trying to do, so..." "I suppose it's probably for the best if you don't. I know a way you can. That is, if that's what you want." The soul glanced down at their side. "I mean, doing so would kill me, too… But I wouldn't mind that so much… I'm pretty much just as guilty..." "No, no, no!" Frisk spat at their twin. "Stop feeling so down on yourself!" The two gazed upon one another. Frisk finally spoke up once more. "Oh… I see where you're coming from… Frisk." "It's okay." The static soul mumbled back. "At least someone understands me." Frisk played with their hands awkwardly, fidgeting. "We need to get rid of Chara." Frisk announced a little more sternly. "In a non-violent way." The lost soul pondered for quite some time. It had spent so long contemplating its own death. A permanent one. A punishment it had long since convinced itself deserving. After seeing the child growing impatient, an idea finally sprung in its head. "Chara won't reset the timeline." The white soul announced, settled. "I know Chara better than their own mother could." It continued. "I know how to get Chara to go away for good. But you're not gonna like it." "Anything!" Frisk assured in desperation. "So long as no one has to get hurt." The soul twiddled its thumbs nervously for a moment, contemplating. "Sans isn't gonna like it either, if he ever finds out..." It whispered to itself. "What?" Frisk begged the lost soul. "What do we have to do?" "It's kinda risky… but it might work." The lost soul looked up at Frisk seriously. "Don't tell Sans, okay?"

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COMIC SINS - Ch. 24 Departer

Chapter 24. Departer

Deep in a snowy forest where the air nipped and the walls were dark, a distant echo illuminated the void. Muffled sounds gave life to an otherwise dead cavern. Passing the trees and the mounds of frost, two figures trudged through the thick snow.

An ivory monster had made his way through a mysterious passage, one that enabled him to traverse large distances throughout his prison. Enough to flee an imminent threat, but not enough to escape the Underground.

By his side walked a small human, their short legs struggling to get through the tall mounds of puffy ice. Deeply, they shivered, having a minor regret in wishing to come here, at least in comparison to their previous environment.

After several minutes of their trek, the young human perked up. “Where are we going?” Frisk asked politely, trying not to sound whiny. The small child was once again donning a pair of fuzzy slippers and a thickly lined hoodie-- armor for the winter that although it helped, was still not proper attire for this sort of weather.

“chill out pal, we’re almost there.” Sans replied, cracking a little joke along the way. His friend giggled at this, and he looked down at them, internally congratulating himself. “still got it.” He whispered to himself so quietly that not even his friend had heard it.

The pair had finally made their way to a small clearing, one that began with a sign that was just barely held up by its posts, as its fabric had many cuts throughout. “Welcome to Snowdin” could be read, despite what it had been through.

Just further up, Frisk could see familiar structures towering in the distance. “Oh, oh! I know this place!” They spouted, the name of where they were at the tip of their tongue. Two connected buildings came into focus, and Frisk could read their signs. “This is where we first landed,” They continued, pointing at a useless pile of snow on the ground. “And that’s the Inn where you slept for a while!” The energetic child gestured.

“heh heh,” The skeleton nodded. “good memory, kid.” He said, ruffling the human’s short hair.

Frisk ran up ahead just a few feet in front and turned around, walking backwards as to still converse with their friend. “So where are we headed? Is it the ‘Librarby’?” They prodded, making a little jab at the misspelled sign.

Sans could not help but crack a tiny smirk at the child’s antics. “we’re heading over to my place to pick up a couple things. you’ll see.” He insisted.

The two figures trotted along with a pace much faster than before. Together, Frisk and Sans passed several more buildings, all of which Frisk had familiarized themselves with, and all of which had external damage from a sharp object, including the aforementioned ‘Librarby’.

The human and skeleton stopped at a small residence. At his front door, the two entered the wrecked house, the locked door only opening for Sans. Groping the wall with his bony hand, the light switch somehow worked only for Sans as well. The main room lit up. Dirty clothes, broken furniture, and torn up bits of couch still decorated his home living room like a family of training dummies lived here. Loose cotton and evidence of knives included.

Sans let out a rather long and deep sigh. “i am way too tired for this.” He groaned, beholding the great mess that was now his. “alright. i’ll admit it.” He glared down at the floor right in front of him where a pair of socks lay that appeared to be in better condition than the ones he was wearing. “i’m also way too lazy to do anything about it, either.”

Even to the human, the room was quite the dreadful sight. Frisk reached up and tugged on his white t-shirt to acquire his attention. “I’ll help you clean up when you’re ready.” They smiled upward, weakly. “Don’t worry about it, I don’t like doing chores, either.”

The ivory skeleton chortled softly. “thanks, buddo.” He said sincerely. He gave the human a quick hair-ruffle before hobbling up the stairs. “i’ll be just a second.”

Frisk waited patiently as Sans expended effort climbing the stairs. The child observed the home in a new light-- literally-- and all the cuts and bruises throughout the walls appeared less scary to them. The couch still did not look that great, however. It was possible that the furniture was beyond repair.

Sans made his way inside the locked room on the far right of the hall, whose door had a frightening, gaping hole in the middle. The monster shut the door behind him. Frisk moved their head around trying to see inside through the big hole, but there was not much to see from that distance.

Some ruffling noises emitted from the mysterious room, but that was about it. Sans dug through junk hidden away for several minutes, and Frisk had no idea what it was that he even needed. Sheepishly, the child glared down at a piece of couch. It was just a corner, but it appeared rather comfy. Frisk sat down and thought. It’s just as comfortable as it looks.

A rattle of a door knob. The human jumped at the abrupt sound. Promptly, the chubby monster had gotten what he needed and was all ready to head out. The skeleton shut the door a little louder than intended. “i got a little something for ya to keep you warm.” He started up. Sans came down the steps almost excitedly and presented a crimson piece of fabric, one that was rather tattered and worn, and also a touch dirty towards the edges. The innocent one stood up to see what the fuss was about. The ivory monster got up close and wrapped it around the child nurturingly, the red scarf proving to be quite warm.

The little human stroked the fabric, testing its soft textures. Frisk beamed. “It’s really cozy!”

“i’m glad.” Sans began. “it was my brother’s. i know he would want you to have it.”

Clenching the scarf tightly, Frisk looked up in disbelief. “Really?! Are you sure…?” The skeleton closed his sockets and nodded gently. He could not have been more certain. “Thank you, Sans.” They mumbled shyly. “I love it.”

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The wind was howling, and the winter air was vastly more cold than anywhere else in all of Snowdin. The icy trail was narrow and surrounded on both sides by a rushing river. The air fell thinner in this part of the Underground, and the fog was so thick that the child could barely even see the bluffs on either side.

Leading the way, the ivory monster came to a halt. He stared at the ground for a moment. It was difficult to read him.

The small human shuffled in their stance. Frisk could not see very far from the little clearing where they stood. Clumps of snow blew through the air causing many flakes to get caught in their short hair. They imagined that they were likely sparkling in the mysterious winter scene. Still, the child wondered, why the two of them were out in the middle of nowhere where it grew more frigid.

Sans did not look up from the ground. He breathed in loudly. “so frisk...” The white monster started up mysteriously. “what do you know of funerals?” He subtly cleared his throat. “the traditions, i mean.”

Frisk was confused by the random question, but then they felt a sort of gripping sensation in their chest. They were getting an idea of what was going on. “Not much.” They replied uncomfortably. “I’ve never been to one myself, so I can’t say for sure.” They looked down at their slippers in deep thought. “People get put in a box and…?”

“well forget all that.” Sans interrupted. “we’re doing it the monster way.”

“S-so...” Frisk stuttered, trying to get a clear picture. “Is this… where...” They focused intently on the ground as Sans was. They tried to find the words, terrified they might bring up a sensitive topic.

“yeah.” Sans began to finish the sentence. “this is where he died.” Sans’ matter-of-fact statement hung in the air for a solid minute, the Underground’s temperature dropping rapidly. The skeleton exhaled suddenly as if he were holding his breath the entire time. The human most certainly was. “this is where we will hold the ceremony. it won’t be very much, though, i’m not good at these sort of things.”

Frisk shifted. “I’m sure he would appreciate whatever you have planned.” The child assured, trying to ease the tension in the atmosphere.

Sans pulled out a small object from inside his rib cage. It looked like a flower pot. “well, kid,” He began, winking suggestively at his small friend. “monster funerals, technically speaking… are cool as heck.” The human emitted a faint smile at this. The white monster continued. “when a monster passes on, their bodies turn to dust.”

Sans reached in and revealed a few more random items, laying them on the ground. The first one was a small cube, its surface adorned with geometric stickers in a variety of colors-- an object that the monsters certainly must have gotten from the Surface. Frisk recognized the puzzle block-- it was a rubik's cube. Next, Sans gently put down a children’s book with an image of a fluffy bunny on the cover, followed by a container of frozen leftovers, and a couple of action figurines that looked like dinosaur superheroes. Lastly in front of them all, he set up a standing picture frame which had an old wooden border with grains and knots. Behind the frame’s glass was an image of a monster that was quite tall and skinny, though it looked a lot like Sans. The monster’s smile was bright and true.

“we take that dust and spread it on that person’s favorite things.” The objects below were already coated in a fresh layer of snow. Sans placed one bony hand inside the flower pot and pulled something out-- a fistful of silver dust. “and then that person’s essence will live on in those things.” Ever so gently separating his phalanges, Sans cast out his arm so that the silver dust could fall down upon its final resting place.

A sharp, bubbly sniff cried out a few feet away. Frisk was in tears.

“h-hey kid!” Sans spat out when he finally noticed the human trembling uncontrollably. The child was desperately trying to hide their reddened face with the crimson scarf. “kid, what’s the matter?” He pleaded, setting the flower pot on the ground to attend to his friend. He gently held the child’s shoulders.

Frisk sniffed harder than before, but more openly. “I d-didn’t even know him… b-but… I feel like I d-do...” Their words growing less intelligible as they went on.  

Sans looked down at the snow beneath his bony feet. “well, kid, i think he knew you. the real you. and i know he’d be really proud of where you are today.”

Shaken, the small human looked up, clearly in need of blowing their stuffed up nose. “R-really…?”

He nodded his round skull. “i know it, frisk.” He comforted. Sans took a step back, picking up the flower pot once more. The pot was nearly empty. Most of its contents were already rested securely where it belonged. Sans smiled with certainty and raised the pot just above his head and turned it upside down. The remaining bits of dust fell atop his skull in a short puff. He laughed to himself quietly. “wow.” He exhaled in deep relief. “i never thought i would ever get to do that.”

Rubbing their chilled arms, Frisk tilted their head curiously. “Do what?”

“have papyrus’s funeral.” Sans stated, somehow at ease with the words. “all this time, since he died… i had to do what i could to protect what was left of the underground. it all went by so fast! everyone i knew disappeared, their dust slipping away from my grip before i even knew what happened. i had to be ready to stop the mass murders before it was too late.” The skeleton looked down at where his palm would be, its surface coated in silver dust. “and then the resets began. the not good kind. every morning i would wake up, ready to give that monster my all. ready to take back what was once mine. weeks. i hadn’t had sleep, i hadn’t had rest… my fate would have been doing that over and over for an eternity until i finally turned to dust. it was hell.”

Silence filled the room, the misty air went through the pair.

“until...” The skeleton ventured on. “i found you.” Sans laughed to himself weakly, white specs still fixated on the ground. “i suppose i have flowey to thank for all this, too… but you?” He tilted his skull up, just a bit, to look at Frisk. “you gave me hope. i can never thank you enough for that.”

“You’ve just been...” Frisk began. “Too busy to hold the ceremony.”

“yeah.” Sans concluded. “although. i bet that if i were the one who died… papyrus would have done the same.” He took a little moment to meditate on the thought. “heheheh, it would be well planned and extravagant, that’s for sure!” The two chuckled to each other at the notion.

Sans placed the pot on the ground in finality. Leaning back upward, the skeleton took notice to the large clumps of silver dust still clinging to his white shirt. Reaching up, he grabbed what he could and pointed it towards Frisk. The child smiled, covering their face with the already dusty scarf. Sans playfully flicked the lump of dust at the small one’s hair, and they giggled from the soft impact.

“he always believed you could do the right thing.” The monster assured the small human. Frisk jokingly shoved him away. Sans gazed longingly at his new friend, a being filled with so much innocence and purity. It reminded him of someone. “heh. he always believed in you.”

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COMIC SINS - Ch. 22 Awoken

Chapter 22. Awoken Dust hovered throughout the air, gliding ever gentle to the stillness of the room. Darkness crawled in the corners as beams of marigold light poured in, creating a warm shower of colors illuminating the corridor. Vibrant tiles reflected the figures housed within, whom had all but destroyed the beautiful refuge in their personal wars. A calm after a storm. Lying on the ground just beside a crumbling column laid two small children, their clothing ragged and dirtied from their conflicts. Both unconscious, one wore thin hand-me-down pajamas; attire only appropriate for night time. The other child laid underneath the first, wearing a very torn up knitted sweater; one that was once a periwinkle blue with two horizontal stripes, now faded from wear. Aside from their differentiating clothing, the two children bore the same face, like identical twins. Several yards away from the sleeping pair sat an entirely different figure. A monster who had begun to stir before the others. The ivory creature rolled over on his back bone, attempting to rise. Moving proved to be a struggle, the hall echoing the crackling of his joints. The bulky skeleton breathed deeply through his teeth, only to exhale again with a soft sound. "frisk..." The skeletal creature moaned, attempting to wake his friend. "kid… ya gotta wake up. ya gotta be okay..." Sans pushed himself, laboring to roll over once again. Successfully landing on the front of his ribs, he propped himself up with his ulnae so as to look at the distant pair, now in a position to crawl over to them. "frisk, wake up… please..." Sans' words appeared to have worked. The innocent one he had pleaded to began to move slightly. Frisk squinted their chilled face tightly and then relaxed, inhaling loudly through their nose. A quiet mumble could be heard, if only faintly. "frisk?" The monster in blue begged. He dragged his bony body closer, having the need to be at his friend's side. "you okay, bud?" "Mm," The child uttered in assurance, making their way towards consciousness. "Nnns." Was all that escaped their dry lips. Frisk finally opened their eyes, and they turned over their fragile body. "...Sans?" "kid?!" Sans exclaimed, relief filling his skull. "what happened back there?" He began his slew of questions early, crawling a little closer. He stopped, however, remembering the other child just beneath. Though they were not yet awake, Sans could not take the chance of coming near them in his crippling state. Frisk sat up, aches and pains streaming all throughout their body. The child looked down beside them and hesitated before jolting back a bit, recalling the wicked actions of their doppelganger, still lying next to them. "so..." The monster started up. "did you do it?" Sans paused, uncertainty lining his tone. "i'm honestly not sure what you did, but…" His voice fell to a whisper, keeping quiet as to not wake the enemy. "did you win? did you… finish the job?" Frisk looked up at him, taking a long moment to comprehend what he had just asked. When it finally clicked, the child raised their shoulders and folded their arms, quite put off by Sans' suggestion. "I didn't kill Chara, if that's what you were hoping for." Frisk spat. "chara…?" Sans accused. "what are you even saying right now?" "Oh, sorry." Frisk said apologetically. "Chara is the soul that possessed my body and did bad things." The child in pajamas uttered rather quickly. "Well, this Frisk's body anyhow." They shook their head vigorously. "Long story. Never mind all that." "what? never mind all-" Sans cut his sentence short in bitter frustration. "never mind all that?! kid, we don't play with soul business around here! that's kind of a really important detail." He gritted through his teeth, almost shouting. "Please don't get mad," Frisk pleaded in a tone of remorse, one they often used with grownups that they were fearful of. "It's all over now." They insisted, placing a gentle hand atop the forehead of their twin. Frisk looked down upon their mirror image and smiled weakly, but they soon turned back up at the chubby skeleton. His teeth drooped, the corners of his mouth showing his great disbelief. "You should be smiling." Frisk stated at their friend, his eye sockets lowering. The child pushed him in the right direction. "Aren't you excited?" They beamed. "Aren't you happy?" Sans gazed at his friend and their counterpart, one still on the ground unmoving, like Sleeping Beauty, if the sleeping one was a demon, he thought. He sighed very deeply, and pushed himself off the ground, resting on his knee caps. "pal, i'm afraid there aren't very many things in this world that can make me happy..." Sans finally muttered. "so… don't be-" His words hung in the air having been cut off by the noise of a child's moans. The sound however, did not emit from the youth he was conversing with. The wicked human finally came to, their limbs struggling to gain momentum. "Chara…?" The kind human whispered in a friendly voice. "Are you doing alright?" "Mn." The waking child moaned. "Mnnnuh?" They continued unintelligibly. Finally opening their eyes, the child jolted up rather quickly, startled to be surrounded the way they were. "Ugh. What are you all staring at?!" "Good morning, Chara." Frisk greeted with a smile, and yet a hint of nervousness could still be heard in their tone. "I'm glad to see you're awake." The child in the blue shirt huffed furiously. "What kind of crap are you spouting now?" They hissed. "You're not my mother." Frisk was taken aback, but pressed on despite their sibling's hostile behavior. "Mothers aren't the only people who love and care for others." Chara stood up swiftly, pushing their twin aside. "I've had enough lectures from you." Ignoring the reckless response, the innocent one followed their lead and got on their feet as well. "Are you leaving us, then?" Frisk said with a forced hint of sorrow. "We'll miss you." "Bull." The dark child retorted. "I'm not leaving without… finishing the job." Chara stated, a smile finally forming on their face. Frisk quickly turned around in a panic and placed both hands on their mirrors shoulders. "No, Chara, it's time to leave!" The child whispered a yell in desperation. "Please!" The wicked one attempted to walk forward, but was thoroughly blocked by their sibling. Though they could have easily overpowered their enemy, Chara did not need to. While Frisk held them back, Chara only needed to move their head a little to the side so as to make eye contact with Sans. "That's right, comedian. I'm leaving!" They shouted so as the skeleton would not miss it. "Chara, don't!" Frisk begged, trying with all their might to push them towards the exit. "Chara, just go! You've won!" The wicked and dirtied face fell more sinister as it pressed on relentlessly. "I'm leaving for good and I'm never coming back!" The invasive words filled the corridor, and the cruel message slowly sank into the ivory monster sitting just a few feet away. "I'm never resetting the timeline. You'll live down here lost and alone! And you're never going to see your stupid brother ever again!" Frisk pushed their doppelganger away as hard as they could manage. Stumbling away from the force, Chara regained their balance, slouching. Frisk whispered very quietly, stuttering. "Just go." The child sniffed. The wicked one reached up with their dirty sleeve and wiped the edge of their mouth, which had a bit of saliva dripping from its corners, and they too sniffed deeply through their nose. Chara looked down at their two enemies and let a moment of silence pass. "Damn right, I won." With that, the evil child in the striped shirt turned around on their heel and moved onward towards the exit. A subtle laugh could be heard alongside the echos of their rough footsteps, and after a mere few moments, all hints regarding the megalomaniac's existence faded away into nothing. Frisk shook like a leaf and cupped their mouth, trying desperately to hold it all in. "I'm s-so sorry, Sans," The innocent one whimpered. They squinted their eyes tightly, keeping the tears in. "I didn't mean for this to happen, I..." The child finally looked down towards their friend, whose image bore a disturbing sight. His eye sockets were empty, cold and stony. He sat on the floor completely paralyzed, and yet his whole skeleton quivered sharply, rattling his bones. Still alive, but dead inside. Dropping to their knees, Frisk mustered the strength to crawl over to their friend, who surely was in need of his own. The child in pajamas wrapped their tiny arms around Sans in an attempt to comfort him. "I'm so sorry..." Frisk's voice cracked horribly, finally breaking down. "The other Frisk told me this would work… that we would win this way… I really thought it would, but if I had known..." The small one's voice fell numb and mumbling. "If I had just known… It's all my fault, I'm so, so sorry..." After a minute of indistinct blubbering, the child felt something on their arm. Sans had reached up with his bony hands and held his friend in return. Frisk embraced their friend tighter, though his eyes were just as incapacitated. "it's no one's fault, kid." Quiet. The golden corridor lay still, its burning windows losing light. The polished tiles below were smudged with the air's heated moisture and grey dust of dark origins. Mighty pillars that once stood tall and proud were torn apart, their bases in shambles. A hall with so much thought and care now laid to waste after a monster's cruel destruction. Amidst the center of the vast hall, their frail bodies huddled close together in a worn out embrace. Frisk's tiny body had several cuts, and their skin was badly bruised all over, though some of the purple and blue marks were not recent. The innocent one clenched tightly to their friend, who did not have nearly as many scars, but almost seemed in far worse condition despite it all. He held tightly to his small friend in a protective gesture, but deep down, it was not the child who needed it. The two held one another for what felt like an eternity. Aching from his quivers, Sans' rattling finally subsided. The two had their rest, their anxious breathing quieted down, and they were almost ready to fall asleep. Dead silence. A slow, sharp inhale. Sans finally rose up his skull, drifting away from the child's warm shoulder. He looked down on it in dismay, regretting ever leaving it. "hey," He whispered in a deep voice, the sound so low that no one could hear it, except for the one whose ear was just an inch away. Frisk cautiously pulled themselves away so as to look up at their friend's face; A sight that they feared to witness more than anything else in the world. The skeleton's teeth were straight and vague; not smiling, nor frowning. His eye sockets were pitch black; no white specs or fiery glows could be found. The vacant pits in his ivory skull would never be the same. The child's cheeks had signs of dried up tears, but in that moment, a fresh flood came streaming down. "S-Sans…?" Frisk attempted the words. "I can't express… how sorry I am..." The child huffed, their breathing uneven once more. Sans shook his head, but his friend did not listen. "I can see… I can see how much pain you're in… because of me." Sniffling sharply, the child forced themselves to continue. "I, I can't comprehend it, but I see it, it-it's there! I can see what the other Frisk was warning me about, it… it hurts! It hurts so much, Sans. How do you do it? How can you stand to live this way?" Sans was off put by such a seemingly mature question. "oh, kid." He uttered, gently patting the top if Frisk's head. "heh. you took the words right outta my mouth." Bowing his cranium, he thought of ways to properly answer his friend's question. "pal... there's no real answer to that..." He dropped his arm in bitter defeat. "there is no living with the pain a person feels every day. it doesn't really work. not for me, anyhow." He raised his skull once again, but his eye sockets still bore no light. "but you just gotta think about… the people who love you. the people who make you smile, or the people who smile because of you." Closing his eye sockets, a vivid image flashed within his mind. Another skeleton, one whose smile washed away all fear and doubt. A grin that will be gone, now and forever, but never so much as forgotten. "Sans…?" The little human nudged, wondering if their friend had fallen asleep. Sans looked back down at the child. "heh. just remember those people, those smiling faces." Tilting his face, Sans turned to look out the stained glass window, where through the misty air and trees, he could see a little bird who had just landed on a skinny branch. "do it for them. ya gotta live for them."

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This is not the end. (A lot of people on fanfiction thought it was, and to those who did, I'm very sorry, haha.)

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1. Static 2. Still 3. Monster 4. Mountain 5. Brother 6. Choice 7. Future 8. Cold 9. Vacant 10. Whisper 11. Friend 12. Golden 13. Sanity 14. Warm 15. Ready 16. Corridor 17. Pride 18. Twin 19. Game 20. Soul 21. Wisdom 22. Awoken 23. Hope  24. Departer 

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