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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”!

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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. 20 Soul

Chapter 20. Soul Empty. There was no floor, no walls or ceiling. There was no color, no light, no air. There was nothing. No sensation. No sight. Not even the feeling of existence. For a time. Minutes passed, and within the abyss of nothingness, a small human child glided. After a time, their body twitched slightly, attempting to regain consciousness. A deep, but weak breath came in through their gaping lips, and their hazy eyes struggled to open. They shut their lids again, squinting tightly from the blinding white that pierced their fragile vision. Slowly forcing motion into their numb limbs, the child tried to wipe their face and eyes as to regain sensations. Putting small hands to their cheeks, they felt nothing. They patted their face and rubbed away at their lashes, and yet still nothing. Not being able to feel was a rather strange feeling. "Frisk." An ominous sound occurred, almost sounding like a voice. Frisk forced their eyes awake, but everything was as bright as ever. "Frisk?" The sound still quite muffled, but getting clearer. "Can you hear me?" The child patted down their body and pulled on their hair, trying desperately to feel existence or even pain. They jabbed at themselves trying to understand what was real. "He… Hello…?" Frisk croaked. Their throat was still damaged from the fight they had gotten themselves into, though they did not feel the painful scratching within their neck. "Is someone there…?" Fading away, the white void gradually subsided. Everything fell to a solid black, existence turning to shadow. It was then that Frisk noticed that they were floating, and jolted from the subtle fear one experiences right before a fall. "You found me." The indistinct sound announced. Frisk turned their head around looking for the source. They found it. A pure white silhouette several feet away, floating just as they were, but more composed in posture. Frisk flailed their arms wildly for a moment, attempting to swim over to the form, but they did not glide through a fluid one could swim through. "Who are you?" Frisk begged. Just then, the momentum of their motions drifted them closer to their acquaintance in the void. "What's going on?" The pure white figure laughed softly. "I understand you have many questions." The glowing one slouched in discomfort. "I am you." Frisk did not reply, still confused by the answer they had received. Frisk leaned in closer to see the being they were conversing with. Still no color, only the purest of black and white. Shapes began to form, however, as the body and clothing of this person strung together to create an unsettlingly familiar image. Having not heard a response, the form continued. "I am Frisk." Skeptical, Frisk finally spoke up. "Another 'Frisk'?" They huffed at their unnecessarily complicated situation. "How many of me are there?" The black and white figure giggled innocently. "Just the two, I'm pretty sure." The soul put their hand up to their cheek in mild amusement, but Frisk could not see it. The glowing white figure, although normal otherwise, had their face completely concealed. White squares danced around in unpredictable patterns, crawling together into a cluster that hid the soul's entire face. A race of waving pixels, like a monitor's static. "Just the two…?" Frisk asked, uneasy. "But you're nothing like that other person… Who were we fighting?" The soul's face glitched sharply at this. "I understand your confusion. It didn't make much sense to me when I first met a soul who looked almost like myself." Their body turned slightly, looking away. "And I'll bet it's even more confusing from your perspective." The lost soul let themselves float away slightly, growing uncomfortable in the world they were trapped in. "The less kind person you met was not me. And they are not you." They turned completely away, looking longingly into the empty abyss. "The bad person we know is Chara." Tilting their head a tad befuddled, they repeated the strange name. "Chara? Is that some sort of demon?" "No!" The white soul insisted, but they quickly lost their tension. "Well… in behavior, I suppose." The lost soul shook its head. "I've tried so hard to save everyone… to save Chara… to save Asriel… my limitations have left me with mind-numbing repetitions and broken hearts." Frisk folded their arms, a bit puzzled by yet another reflection spouting nonsense. "Why doesn't anyone around here explain things that make sense...?" Muttering more to themselves, slightly irked. "I'm sorry," The glowing figure replied. "I'm not so good at explaining things. You understand." Frisk thought for a moment, but then had to agree. "Resetting. You have heard of it?" "Y-yeah!" Frisk blurted! "Is it some sort of magic? Everyone seems to expect me to have magic that I don't..." White pixels sparked wildly. "It is a very powerful magic, yes." The soul came closer, assuring comfort within their presence. "It is an extension of one's awareness of the universe. One's ability to break reality." "Hmm..." Mumbled the innocent child. "Does Sans have this power? He seems like he does, and he hasn't told me everything, I know it." The pixels shook their head knowingly. "No. It can only be summoned by those with broken or lost souls. One's who are… empty. I have seen it used only by one other." The soul rubbed its hands together nervously. "The golden flower." "You mean Flowery?" Frisk asked, piecing it all together. The soul fell silent for a moment, and a soft noise could be heard from their breath. A suppressed laugh. "Yes." They replied, a tad deadpan. "Of course," Frisk concluded. "Sans expected me to have some sort of power… Flowery expected things of me too..." The child trailed off, gathering their thoughts in frustration. "Everyone expects me to be something I'm not." "Do not place the blame on your friends." The glowing figure insisted. "Sans was looking for me the whole time." Frisk crossed their arms. "Oh, so I'm not good enough." "That's not what I meant." Sparked the dancing pixels. "Sans is just a bit lost… he needs your guidance. He needs his friend." The soul saw that they were not quite getting through to their sibling. "He's worked so hard… I know he wished to have the power I was given." "So..." The little human began. "Why do you have this power that I don't? Are you empty?" The soul shook their pixelated face in sorrow and brought up their hands. "Chara tricked me." They said, looking down at their palms. "The underground proved very dangerous. I thought I could handle it, but Toriel was right. I should have been dead before reaching Snowdin." Looking up, the soul realized once again what they were saying did not make sense to their audience. "I mean… I should be dead." Frisk tilted their head curiously. "Aren't you dead right now?" They questioned to the lost soul. "Because you look kind of dead." The white silhouette chuckled weakly. "No, I am alive, and only because of Chara." They clenched their fists tightly. "Their power allowed me to arise, even if I was killed." They wrapped their arms around themselves, shuttering at the thought. "I've died so many times." "I see..." Frisk replied, though feeling incredibly uncomfortable by the idea of death. "But because of Chara..." The soul continued. "I was able to finish my journey! I was able to free all of the monsters from the underground! Everyone was so happy." The souls voice was filled with cheer from their anecdote. "I had so much fun with all of my friends, and I never wanted it to end." They looked up past Frisk, gazing deeply into the distance. "Chara told me it didn't have to end. That our reset powers would bring us back to the beginning, and I could meet my friends all over again. And I did! Again and again!" The glowing soul slouched in sadness. "But it became kind of… bittersweet, you know? All these people that I knew so well and loved… but they didn't know me." Frisk was taken aback by the final part. "Oh..." They finally spoke up. "I think… I think that's how Sans feels about me, doesn't he...?" The lost soul breathed in agreement. "I have no doubt." White pixels turned up to look at the human. "I never wanted it to end. I was so selfish." They admitted, bringing their hands to their head in dismay. "Chara told me… that I could do something different if I wanted to see something different… something awful." The white pixels danced chaotically, vibrating faster in distress. "Chara told me to kill my friends. To kill everyone."

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COMIC SINS - Ch. 18 Twin

Chapter 18. Twin

The corridor lay in shambles. Golden tiles were ripped from their base and in pieces. Walls were scarred from jagged bones, and the pillars were crumbled and burnt black, still emitting smoke in the aftermath. A beautiful hallway, once a room for peace and love, now used as a repeated battlefield for a pair of monsters, depending on one's definition of the term.

A shrill chuckle echoed throughout the hall, making the room's silence flee. "Your secret weapon?" The small human doubted. "Go ahead. I'm dying to see it."

The skeleton hesitated. Was it really the right time to do this? Would this unexpected plan really pull through? Questions upon questions arose inside his skull, rapidly clouding his better judgement. He could not be certain, as what he had prepared should defy the laws of time and tear away at the fabric of space.

"my secret weapon..." Sans formulated, unmoving.

The roughed human placed in the east hall stood impatiently, confident that they would be greeted with an anti-climax. Their arms were folded across their chest, dagger still clenched in one hand, growing rather bored.

"frisk." Sans breathed.

Startled for just a moment, the dark human scoffed at this. If it were an attempt to reach out to their soul, it was not going to work.

The monster in azure put his foot down. "stay determined!"

The dirtied child rolled their eyes condescendingly. "Oh, I'm determined." They muttered, moving forward in preparation for their turn to strike.

Hearing a subtle noise in the distance, the enemy stopped. Sans let out a soft chuckle, anticipating the moment of his weapon's reveal. Emerging promptly from the shadows as conducted, a small figure appeared besides Sans, standing straight and tall. However, they were no taller than the human who held tight to their dagger. The skeleton's companion was but a child, a human seemingly no different than the one filled to the brim with murderous intent. In fact, this child had matching hair, a matching face… though their expression was rather vacant.

The two children glared at one another for a long moment, the dark one analyzing the pathetic excuse for a twin. This human did not even wear proper clothing. Long pajama bottoms and a hand-me-down shirt, wearing the image of a cuddly teddy bear. This child did not have so much as socks to cover their naked feet. Aside from the poor attire, there was something else amiss about this strange human. Something missing. Something downright hilariously missing.

Clenching their stomach, the human in the striped shirt howled with laughter. Sans and his human companion looked at one another, a tad addled at the response the two received. Wiping the tears from their eyes, the shady human interjected. "Ahahahaha, wow." They began, trying to calm themselves at the sight of a child whose face matched theirs. "I knew you were cruel, Sans, but now I know you are downright evil!"

The skeleton was sorely caught off guard by his enemies musings, but felt it better to roll with it. "what makes you say that, punk?" He inquired.

Still laughing a little, the child replied. "That human you kidnapped from their timeline, of course!" They pointed out, gesturing their knife towards their reflection. "Maybe they would stand a chance against me, but you recruited the absolute worst one." The human clapped slowly, shaking their head in disbelief. "Bravo, Sans, bravo!"

"quit it." Sans insisted. "they're just as capable as you." Although he still looked down to his side, his friend standing just as uncertain.

"Oh, what, you haven't figured it out yet, numbskull?" His opponent taunted. He was not clear what the human was talking about, to which they were certain to make it clear. The dark child sighed, and continued, very smug. "When the eighth human fell into the underground, they're not the same. When tiny wittle Frisk fell into the underground, they were no longer alone. 'Frisk' is no longer one soul."

The white monster appeared to be distracted by this, contemplating. Being an opportunist, the human took a deadly swing with their blade. The child did not get far before their fist felt a sharp burn, and they jolted back in surprise. Between the human and their two victims, a wall of light blue bones materialized; a static wall of energy preventing either party from crossing.

"What a fool you are." The demon child started up, unfazed by their opponent cheating his way out of death once more. They raised up their blade again, pointing accusingly at the fragile human just out of their reach. "The Frisk you know is only strong because of me. I've always been there!"

The skeleton laughed loud and deep. "what are you playing at, imp?" He questioned. "there's no way..."

"Ah yes." Interrupted the evil child. "Even when Frisk first fell down here and got chummy with a skeleton or two and hugged every disgusting beast they saw and frolicked in the fields of friendship..." They ranted on, their voice falling more and more disdainful as they pressed on. "I was there, keeping them alive through it all." They lofted, presenting a knowing smile. "Your precious happy ending on the surface…? That was me too."

Sans raised his scapulas, rather exasperated. "you're lying." He argued.

"Oh, am I?" The venomous child retorted, haughty. "Why don't you ask that tiny meat bag you brought with you?" Their eyes darting to their other half, daggers in their stare. "Huh Frisk? Have you heard any voices since you've been here?"

The innocent one shook roughly in their pajamas, and could not maintain eye contact. Frisk gazed downward at their chilled toes, afraid and confused by all of the commotion. Recoiling into themselves, Frisk could not disagree.

"See?" The evil human said, rather proud of themselves. "If you had pulled a Frisk from a correct parallel timeline, you would have gotten yourself a strong one." Smiling to themselves conceitedly. "A Frisk who knew how to fight me. One with me guiding them."

"quit it, you brat!" Sans interjected, quite annoyed by his enemies goading.

"Oh Sans, you really know how to flatter a person." The enemy sneered. They turned on their heel, and began to walk slowly to one end of the bone barrier. "Your little friend there is useless without a second soul." The skeleton's gaze darted from human to human, attempting to understand his disadvantage. "That's right, Sans. Two souls. Well… more like a soul and a half, in a way. It gets a little complicated, I doubt you'd understand."

Sans addressed his friend, concerned. "are you… one soul?" He asked in a hushed tone.

Frisk shook their head vigorously. "Well… I think so..." The innocent one replied, a bit shaken. "I don't think I have anyone else in here..."

Pacing back the other direction, the wicked child rose their voice. "But to your credit, you've really impressed me today!" Each step echoing with confidence. "I longed dearly for something different… and seeing YOU make that move? That really makes my day, so thanks."

"you're just afraid you're gonna lose." The skeleton declared through his ivory teeth. "you've met your equal this day." He said with a bony fist in the air, trying to intimidate his opponent.

Walking back towards the center, the dark child laughed ominously. "Oh my, I haven't thanked you enough," They answered softly, their hands rested behind their back. "Thanks for bringing me some free EXP." Turning their attention to their twin, subtly licking their lips. "I don't have to worry about this one messing with our reset battle."

Both figures hiding behind the wall of cerulean bones took a step backwards in discomfort. "what?!" Sans called into question, sweat falling down his skull.

"C'mon, skeleton." The enemy alluded, a touch irked at their opponent's ignorance. With one hand rested on their hip, the other hand waved a silver blade in the direction of the child opposite to them. "That human may have determination, but not enough to not die if I were to shank them or anything."

Frisk flinched from the dark human's threats, and retreated into the skeleton's jacket. Sans held onto them protectively, and attempted to comfort them as best he could. He felt even worse now, having brought such a fragile, innocent youth.

The human shaped monster continued, having now gotten under their reflection's skin. "Frisk was never the one who reset after each and every heart breaking death." They leaned in closer to the wall of glowing bones, being careful not to touch them. "It was me all along. It is I who resets."

Sans could only look down at his friend, whose fists clenched tightly into his cobalt jacket, and quivered in fear of their twin. His heart sank more painfully within his ribs. He was fighting a losing battle, and he feared more innocent blood might be spilt before his very eyes.

"And you, Sans?" A wicked voice arose. "You just brought an innocent wittle kid to a battle where they will die."

His grip around the small one turned tighter, Sans attempting to arrange his thoughts to a new plan of action, but to no avail.

The evil human leaned back, but still very close. "So..." Very satisfied with themselves, they raised up both hands, one holding a handle, and the other with its finger extended, slowly and dangerously stroking the sharpened edge of their blade. "...How much EXP are you worth?"

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COMIC SINS - Ch. 15 Ready

Chapter 15. Ready

The wind was howling.

Several layers buried in the snow, the skeleton's bony feet began to tremble. His bones rattled from bottom to top until the quaking was nearly audible.

"h-how..." The monster tried to breath, his voice shaking as much as his spine. "...how did this happen?" He finally asked in disbelief. Knee caps weak, he fell to the ground.

"You don't know?" The plant questioned. "Sans, you weren't there!" It exclaimed. Its face grew most sinister. "Hahaha, you took too long. You didn't show up to the corridor! They finally got past you and easily did away with the king. There's absolutely no stopping them now!"

"s-so..." Sans uttered, grasping the top of his skull in dismay. "...so that's it then?" Slouching, his cold bones sagged in denial.

"Golly, Sans!" The flower chanted. "It's not over! The human still has their soul!"

"what?" Sans begged. "what do you mean they…?"

The golden flower shook its head. "The human isn't finished! They still have business with me… and you!" The flower's stem curled downward on itself, and it too quivered in fear. "They're not done with you… they're not done with me! They won't quit until we're all dead! Hahahahahahaha!" It laughed manically, losing its mind.

"flowey, quit it!" Sans hushed. "you're gonna psyche the kid out!"

Flowey stretched upward in alarm. "Kid? What are you talking abou-" Its speech was interrupted by the sight of a familiar, small child exiting the inn, slowly approaching the arguing pair. "Sans, you… IDIOT."

"f-frisk!" Sans spat, watching the child disobey his orders. "i told you to stay inside!"

The golden flower pulled its petals over its face so as to not be seen, as it smiled a most devilish smile and snickered to itself for a brief moment. It opened up its yellow petals once more, brandishing a cute, friendly face instead. "Howdy!" It announced to the child. "I'm Flowey! Flowey the flower!" The plant introduced itself with much enthusiasm.

Frisk covered their mouth and giggled. "Hi, Flowey!" They replied reflexively.

White specs rolled in the monster's eye sockets. "cut it out, weed." Sans interjected. "you're not fooling anyone."

Flowey sunk into the ground nervously. "H-hey! I was j-just trying to have some fun!" It quivered, more afraid of the skeleton's disapproval. "I just w-want somebody to play with! A-and look! You brought me a playmate!" The tiny creature presented, gesturing its leaves towards the child. "You know… the one you were supposed to have killed?"

Sans flinched from the flower's accusations. "it's a really long story, flowey. things didn't exactly go as planned..."

"HAHAHAHAHA!" Flowey screamed frighteningly. "You idiot! Now that's one extra soul to mess with our timelines! Just kill them now and get it over with!"

At this, Frisk curled into themselves and they began to cry.

Sans promptly wrapped his bony arms around the human child. "shut your trap, weed." He insisted. "it's a lot more complicated than that now."

"You're right, Sansy!" The flower smiled darkly. "It's really complicated now! And it's all your fault!" Flowey's teeth grew large and menacing, and a devilish tongue flew out. "You can't kill this kid! They'll just reset! They're filled with too much determination!"

Frisk broke free from Sans' hold, and drew themselves closer to the tiny creature. "You don't know anything about me." They clarified.

"We know a bit more than you think, human!" Flowey proposed, squinting at the child. "We know that..." The flower trailed off, having taken a closer look at Frisk. "Ha… hahahaha…!" It laughed unsteadily. "Why, Sans! Would you look at what the monster cat dragged in!"

Both Sans and Frisk looked down upon the flower, puzzled.

"This human…" Flowey rubbed its face with a leaf. "What were you planning on doing with them, exactly…?"

Sans pulled the child away defensively. "i wasn't planning on doing anything with them!" He hollered. "the kid here agreed to help us out!"

"Is that so?" Flowey asked, skeptical. "Well, Sans, you just might be onto something!"

Sans dropped his guard. "...really?"

"Why yes! Just think of it!" The yellow creature yowled with glee, its eyes receding grotesquely inside its face. "A weak monster and a weak human fighting against a really strong human! Sounds like quite the recipe!"

When Flowey put it like that, the pair did not know what to say. The two looked at one another, uncertain of the creatures motives.

"Don't fail us, Sans." Flowey concluded, its face normal but frowning. "I don't want to die."

The skeleton sighed heavily. "yes, flowey. we'll do our best."

"Thanks, old pal!" The golden flower beamed once more. "I knew I could count on you!" Although its voice was high with joy, its face held a different complexion. Terror. "Hahahaha, well… I'm off to tell the human you're coming back!"

"wait, what?" Sans called.

"Oh, yeah, about that." Flowey glossed, looking to the side nervously. "I kind of told them I would be a messenger for them, in exchange for… my continued existence." It chuckled, sweat falling off of its petals. "Hahaha, well, see you around, Sansy!" Flowey urged, winking. "The unstoppable skeleton and the ill-informed human! Together to bring peace to absolutely no one! Because everyone's dead!" Sans took a threatening step forward, but the flower recoiled. "You two will become a great, murdering duo! Yes. I think that's a wonderful idea!" And with that, Flowey sunk into the earth and evaded further interrogations.

Sans defensive stance relaxed as the yellow creature made its escape. "well, that's it, i guess." He finally said.

Frisk turned to him sadly and tugged on his shirt. "Sans, it'll all work out."

The white monster gazed on the child with much lament. "will it?" He asked.

The small human nodded reassuringly. "I know it will. It has to!" They attempted to cheer him up. "Nothing in my life has gone right, so… that's how I know! Things always get better… in the end..."

"i-i dunno, kid." Sans began, a solemn dread in his voice. "i'm beginning to have second thoughts about this."

Frisk reached up and pulled the monster's cheekbones so as the two could look at one another straight on. "Don't listen to Flowery. Listen to me." Sans let out a soft chuckle. "Sans, you need to stay determined. We can do this together!"

Sans soaked in the words, now seeing what he had left in this world to protect. "kid..." He started up. "you give quite the pep-talk." The two smiled at each other, and the snowy town grew a little brighter. "i guess… we had better get going too, huh?"

"Yes!" Frisk shouted with much elation.

"whoa, slow down there, pal." The skeleton warned. "remember, this isn't a fun little adventure. we're going up against someone with the drive to hurt. someone with the intent to kill, do you understand?"

The child stayed strong, but his words began to sink in. Frisk gazed down upon the ground, and a wave of anxiety filled their fragile head. "I understand." They replied, shaking a bit. "We have to move forward."

"heh heh, alright, frisk. this is it, then." Sans raised up his carpals. "gimme your hand."

Frisk recognized the gesture, placed their hand inside his, and gripped rather tightly. "I'm ready."

The scenery around the pair dissolved, the snow beneath their feet vanished in a flash, and a painful pressure blew through them. The chilled air washed away in a burst of wind, and was replaced with a calming, warm air, clouded in dust. All light faded to black, and in the distance, just behind Sans' skull, shown a dim, yellow light. The skeletons eye sockets bore no light, and his teeth were as wide as ever. "i know a shortcut."

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CHAPTER ARCHIVE

[vickyvioletdraws]

COMIC SINS - Ch. 14 Warm

Chapter 14. Warm

There is a prophecy. The Angel. The one who has seen the surface… they will return. And the Underground will go empty.

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Inside a homely, small town inn, the darkness spread itself thin. Heavy shadows surrounded the front windows, and the glass shook from the winter's raging winds. The front door did little to blot out the blistering cold, and the room fell even chiller. The atmosphere of the inn's lobby grew colder than it had ever been, and not only because of the air's dropping temperature.

The front desk became refuge to a white monster, whose clammy bones wrapped around themselves in regret.

Across from him leaning against the wall laid a small, human child. They too had curled up their body, trying to keep themselves warm beneath their ragged pajamas. The innocent one glared coldly at the monster just a few feet away, their steady gaze unblinking.

Closing his eye sockets, the room that was once deathly silent began to fill with a deep hum. The skeleton's breathing had shifted, and his shoulder bones began to slouch.

The human perked up at this sudden shift in movement. "Sans?" They muttered, a bit vexed. The child wanted to continue fussing with him, but decided they no longer enjoyed disturbing monsters while they slept.

The youth stood up, ready to be on their way. The abrupt act was enough to jog the creature awake once more. "k-kid?" He asked in a troubled tone.

Frisk looked back down at him angrily. "Haven't you had enough sleep?" They accused.

Sans sat back at this. "n-no. i haven't. sorry." He admitted woefully. The human did not appear to have so much as pity. "i haven't been able to sleep, really."

The child huffed at this, but leaned back down to the monster's level. "Is that so? You seem to be good at it. Must be a talent." They answered condescendingly.

"heh heh, good one." Sans chuckled weakly, raising his scapulas. "but… no. truthfully i haven't slept in what feels like weeks. no, it's definitely been weeks."

Frisk leaned back in confusion. "Well, what do I know about how much sleep a skeleton needs, anyway? How do I know a magic bag of bones needs sleep at all? Maybe you just do it for fun." They shrugged in discomfort.

"heh heh! maybe my brother was right all along! maybe i am a pile of lazybones." Sans said, almost laughing genuinely.

"Oh." Frisk recalled. "Papyrus..."

"yeah!" Sans chimed in. "you two are a lot alike. you would have been great friends, i know it." His voice raised at this, attempting to lighten up the mood. But the child only frowned at the floor. No answer was received. "you know i… haven't slept… since he died, so..." He continued, a lump clogging his deep voice. Frisk looked up at him then, sorrow now rising up in the both of them. "thank you."

Addled, the child spoke up. "For what?"

"for letting me sleep." He assured pensively. "i mean, i haven't been able to rest like that in a long time. having someone around that i trust… really put my mind at ease, you know?"

"Sans, I don't understand."

"i know, kid." The monster uttered, aching in his bones.

The pair fell silent for a long moment. The room somehow drooped darker, and the dusty air nipped even colder.

The two decided to speak up again, both voicing simultaneously. Not being able to hear the other, they both stopped.

"you go first, kid." Sans insisted, waving his phalanges towards the small human.

Frisk shook their head. "You go."

"oh? heh heh heh, okay." He chortled. "i just needed to let you know that i haven't been completely honest with you." Sans started up. "what i'm dragging you into is very dangerous, and i understand if you want to turn around and leave."

Frisk shook their head. "But Sans, I want to do it. I need to, I-"

Sans gestured with his metacarpals, hinting that he was not finished. "you saw it, didn't you?" His eyes fell black, and his expression became difficult to read. "the town. everything is in shambles." His voice was serious and level. "but did you see… my house?"

The child sat for a while, over thinking his questions. "Well I..." Just then a dangerous idea clicked. Frisk had a gut feeling they knew which one he was talking about, but the thought scared them.

"heh." The monster came in again. "i'm sorry you had to see that."

"It's okay..." Frisk said, though they did not believe even themselves.

"frisk, i'm asking too much of you." He boomed. "the creature that has destroyed this friendly town... the monster that i am facing alone… the demon that is responsible for the mass murder of the whole underground..." Sans proceeded his anecdote without displaying a single emotion. "that person is you." His teeth only seemed to grin wider. "heh heh, well, at the very least a person who looks just like you."

The child searched themselves, attempting to find lost answers. The scattered thoughts danced in their head chaotically, until they found something to say. "So… that's why you… attack me? Why you try to… kill me?"

White specs illuminated in the monster's eye sockets. He moved away, a tad perturbed. "well, yes and no. it's why you're here, kid! it's why you got caught up in all this!"

Frisk focused on the floor. Their small arms clenched around themselves even tighter, and they felt a slight pain in their chest. The little human ground their teeth in deep thought, and their muscles began to quake.

Observing the small youths trembles, the skeleton stood up. "wow, it's really cold, huh?" Sans said, removing his blue hoodie. "c'mere, kiddo. you need this more than i do."

Frisk hesitated at his gesture, but could not deny their body's painful shivering. They were once again dependent on the monster's offerings.

The human slipped their skinny arms inside the sleeves easily, as the article of clothing was several times their size. The fabric was nearly as cold as the air, as its owner seemed not to emit body heat. The sweater slid off of their shoulders repeatedly, despite Frisk's attempts to keep it up. The monster promptly took hold of the rarely used zipper pull, and zipped it all the way to the top. Though still shivering, Sans' hoodie made all the difference. Frisk's cheeks turned red.

"you were really chilled to the bone there, pal." Sans joked. "how you feelin'?"

"...Um," The child mumbled, blushing. "I really like… wearing other people's sweaters." A wide smile was strewn across their face, and they put up their small hands, hidden by overly long sleeves, up to their face, trying to hide their warm grin. "It's kinda like an indirect hug."

The monster's confused expression changed to one that matched the human's. "aw, kid, you're making blush." He admitted. "do you want… a direct hug?" Sans asked with open arms.

Frisk paused for a brief moment, then nodded shyly. The two leaned into a paralleled embrace. "i'm sorry for being such a butthead." Sans added. "do you wanna go home?" The child shivered more under their padded jacket, but shook their head vigorously. "heh heh heh, okay buddy. you're a real tough cookie, you know that?"

The child giggled beneath the muffled fabric. "Sans, you're not a butthead." They lifted their squished face from the monster's rib cage and looked into his large eye sockets. "You can't be. You don't have a butt OR a head!"

The skeleton laughed a hearty guffaw. "oh no, i've been caught!" His teeth grew wide, beaming. But his boisterous bellows soon quieted down. "are you ready to go, frisk?" He asked, still light in his tone. Frisk shot him a determined look, and they dragged Sans to the front door without a second thought. "whoa there, kid!" And before he knew it, the two were outside.

The roaring winds had finally calmed at this time, however the chilly air still threatened the human's comfort. Deep in the distance, hiding in the winter's east, something tiny rifled. Something yellow.

Sans spun around rather fast and swiftly pulled the hood over the human's head, panicking. "get back inside the inn!" He breathed urgently. "go, now!" Frisk did not know if this was some sort of test over following directions or facing real dangers, but they took it as a challenge and heeded the beast's warnings. The small child made their way inside as quickly as Sans had made the instruction.

Leaving the front entrance open so they could still hear, Frisk hid inside and inspected the skeletons movements from the clouded window. Sans stood his ground, when from out of the snow popped a tiny, golden flower. The friendly looking plant had eyes and a mouth, and looked much like something Frisk would doodle with crayons.

"Sans, there you are!" The little flower spoke. Sans started to speak when the yellow petals drooped and the tiny creature bore a most grim expression. "Sans, you failed!"

"what?!" The white monster accused. "i didn't fail..."

"Oh, but you have!" It exclaimed. "The king is dead!"

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CHAPTER ARCHIVE

[vickyvioletdraws]

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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CHAPTER ARCHIVE

[vickyvioletdraws]

COMIC SINS - Ch. 13 Sanity

Chapter 13. Sanity

On a chilly, winter morning, a small, golden flower bathed in the warm light. Turning its head, it peered up at a cozy home, the front decorated with welcoming lights and reefs. The entrance was adorned with violent, desperate scratches from a feral creature.

The tiny flower sunk itself into the ground, and arose to another destination. There, its roots grew closer to the brick house, and it raised its stem as to peer through a cloudy window.

Touching the glass with its soft petals, it flinched back from the bitter cold. The windows edges were foggy and painted with frost.

Looking inside, the little flower saw a large monster, fast in slumber. Just then, a beam of light poured inside, and high pitched tunes emitted from the trees. The monster rolled around at this, and pushed himself from his mattress.

The yellow flower watched the walking skeleton intently. He turned his skull and the two made eye contact. The tiny creature beamed with joy, having caught the attention of the monster it so admired. The chubby skeleton, on the other hand, squinted angrily at the mere sight of the creature, and attempted to ignore its prodding.

"Good morning, sleepy skull!" The golden flower chanted with glee.

At this, the monster hesitated, but approached the window anyway. He wedged his phalanges around the edges of the glass and rose it up so as to speak with the flower more properly. "how many times do i have to tell you, flowey..." The skeleton pointed. "go away."

"Oh, but I have so much to say!" The flower insisted.

"no you don't," Sans assured. "i've heard all of your twisted thoughts a dozen times."

"Why, you have?" Flowey asked in delight. "Golly! I'll bet you're still having a splendid time killing your best friend! How many times has it been now?"

"heh heh heh..." The skeleton huffed, shaking. "i stopped counting."

"Dearie me! That human must have more determination than even I do!"

"let's hope not, parasite." Sans said darkly. "they'll give up. eventually." He looked back at the floor.

"Is that what dirty, little sinners tell themselves?" Flowey jabbed, a great smile across its face. "Ahah! I knew it! You feel it deep down in your bones. You're no better than that little human-"

"please," Sans interrupted. "please, just… say something different."

Caught off guard, Flowey glanced to the side, nervously. If it had said everything, then what else was there to even say?

"say something..." The monster begged. "say something you normally wouldn't."

Flowey sank into its stem, shivering. Sure, it had some thoughts it had not considered before, but those ideas were cast aside for a reason. "They're going to kill me." Flowey blurted. "I don't want to die."

Sans stood up straight, startled to hear the news. A deep chuckle arose from him, loud and booming. He laughed more and more, it was so funny!

"Wh… why are you laughing?" Flowey uttered uncomfortably.

The monster had to calm himself down, wiping away at his eye sockets. "tibia-honest, hearing something new is a thrill." He admitted, still huffing with laughter. "i thought i was losing my mind."

"Ha… ha ha," Flowey chortled back. "I think you already have!" The skeleton continued his sounds of amusement, but they began to fade. "In fact, Sans, you might already be insane!"

"me?" Sans said, a bit exasperated. "do i look crazy to you?"

Flowey squinted at him. "You misunderstand me, friend. I never said that." A subtle smirk spread on its lips. "I just said you were insane. You know what that is, right?"

Sans huffed, rather irritated. "i am of sound mind, weed. i know what i'm doing."

The yellow flower ignored his reasoning. "You know science. Insanity is doing the same thing over and over and over… and expecting different results."

The skeleton inhaled to argue, but stopped to think. "but… i have been getting different results."

"You really are an idiot." The flower stated. "The only one who is changing is the human. I've seen it." Flowey smiled coldly. "But in the end, they're not. They keep coming back. They will return and destroy the king. And when they do, you'll know that you have failed. Nothing will break their will. They will succeed!" It howled with joy. "They will turn every last one to dust! Even me!" Its petals drooped.

"flowey..." Sans muttered in pity.

"You know I'm right, Sans. There's no two ways about it. The underground will grow empty forever."

"you know i can't let that happen. i won't let that happen." Sans urged. "i mean..."

"There it is."

"there what is?" Sans questioned.

"Your doubt. Your lack of determination. That is why you fail."

"i haven't failed!" The monster exclaimed, affronted. "that kid hasn't gotten past me yet."

"Yet." Flowey repeated. "The human won't change. If they won't set things right, who will?"

Sans glared down upon the golden flower. They both looked at each other, both reconciling with their inevitable demise. "what am i supposed to do?" He finally whispered. "the kid just resets over and over again. what is there to do?"

The tiny plant cackled in a twisted manner. "Why, reset, of course!"

Sans huffed, a bit put off. "you know i don't have that kind of power."

Flowey giggled menacingly. "It's a funny thing, really… being empty inside." Its voice started to shake, and its eyes sunk inside its face. "What if I told you… I could get you a happy ending?"

The monster took a reluctant step backwards. "i don't follow..." He said, suspiciously.

"I could send you back. Way back!" The flower offered, elated. "Maybe in this universe… you could be given the power to change fate! Wouldn't you like that, old friend?" Sans did not respond. "Well, okay, I admit I might be a bit sketchy." It raised up its vines, and strings of plants entered the room. "But look! I have no ulterior motives! I want the kid gone, too!"

Sans backed up further in dismay. The plants grew larger, and entwining branches arose together in a large circle.

"That little human isn't your friend anymore." Flowey announced, its body and all its appendages growing sharp thorns. "They're not my friend anymore." It almost whispered. "But how's about it? If you go back and destroy them before they change, ha ha ha… they won't know what hit them!"

The tangled vines formed together, arranging themselves into what appeared to be a garden's gateway. The negative space in the middle fell dark, and rose again in a sea of white noise. It pulsed deeply, like a monster's heartbeat.

Sans stepped out cautiously from his corner. "is that…?" He began uneasily. "a portal?"

The flowers laughs bounced throughout the room. "I made it just for you! Will you take it, friend?" It asked eagerly.

Sans stared deep into the gift of a vortex. Anxiety swelled within his skull, sweat falling past his temples.

"Don't worry, old pal! It's a two-way exit! You can just hop in, murder your ex-friend, and hop right back out! It's that easy!" The flower chuckled, quite proud of itself. "Well? What are you waiting for?"

"this is really gonna…?" The chubby monster began, resentment in his tone.

"Why Sans, I'm hurt!" The plant explained. "You have one simple task. I'm doing my part!" It nudged, reassuringly. "It will be quick. Like going to the dentist!"

Sans stood his ground before the flashing portal. "i guess i'm… at the end of my rope, huh?"

Flowey sighed cheerfully. "Aren't we all?" Silence fell between the two. "...Well, say 'howdy' for me!"

The skeleton braced himself, forcing his bones through the chaotic storm of black and white pixels. He chuckled darkly. "don't worry. i know how to greet a new pal."

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CHAPTER ARCHIVE

[vickyvioletdraws]

COMIC SINS - Ch. 12 Golden

Chapter 12. Golden

Sans awoke in his bed once again. He was alerted by familiar morning light and repetitive songs of the morning birds. There was still a tattered scarf laid atop his desk, and outside his window, a golden flower in bloom. The only thing he begged for was a good night's sleep.

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"that looks like the face of someone who's died ten times in a row." His deep voice echoed, not only off of the walls, but through the hands of time's clock.

The person he was speaking to stood straight and still. Their shoulders were squared off, and they held their position tightly and thoughtfully. The human looked Sans in the eyes with much intent, and raised up their tiny fist, gripping a small knife with white knuckles. Shaking, the child threw their weapon to the tiled floor.

"haha, wow." Sans chuckled in disbelief. "you're actually sparing me?"

"Sans," The child spoke up. "I need you to listen to me." Their tone was calm, but still shaking.

"sorry pal, that's not how this works out." The skeleton announced.

"Please-" Frisk begged, but their pleas were not enough. The golden tiled floor broke open, and jagged bones burst from below. One singular humerus found its way through the human's throat, and all was silent.

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The stubborn child returned to the corridor. Still armed, Frisk made their move. Sans started to speak, but stopped himself when he caught sight of what the child was doing. Frisk took the knife and began to dig into the back of their own hand. "St… stop it." They fought. "I w-won't..." The child pulled the blade out quickly and yelped in pain. They were fighting something much more than a bony monster.

"what are you doing, kid?" Sans asked, perplexed. "this is why kids shouldn't be allowed to handle sharp things..." He attempted to make a joke, although he knew it was not funny.

"I won't, I won't, I WON'T!" Frisk screamed at the top of their lungs, one final jab through their small, fragile hand.

"whoa, buddy, calm down." Sans insisted. "someone needs to take a chill pill." The skeleton cast out one bony hand, and a blue light emitted from the human's chest. A subtle flick of his wrist, and the child was lifted from the ground. Frisk dropped their weapon, and its clangs against the tiles were muffled by a fresh coating of blood.

Frisk's body was thrown against the wall, and pulled back down again. The child merely collapsed from the force.

"S..." The child coughed. "Sans… you have to help me..."

Sans inhaled sharply and paused. The being before him. The way they spoke was almost… human.

Frisk quivered as they forced themselves to their feet. They stood up, limp, but did not attack.

The short skeleton walked slowly towards his opponent. "f-frisk?" He asked, searching for an answer. He got closer to the crippled child, their stance broken and twisted.

When Sans was in arm's reach, the human tilted their head around at an unnatural angle. A wide grin spread across their dark face. "AhahahahaHAHAHA!" The human howled loudly.

Sans jumped back in shock, but also in muscle-memory to evade any attacks at his person. Reflexively, he raised up his hand, summoning his hell beasts, to which their blasts created the quickest one hit death he had performed thus far.

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It was another beautiful day outside. Morning light came in through the chilly window, and just outside, a blooming, golden flower.

Sans slowly lifted himself from his mattress. He hobbled his way towards his slippers, when a little voice whispered through the cracks of his window. "Good morning, sleepy skull!"

The skeleton quickly turned to his window, attempting to shut it. "go away, flower. i don't wanna talk."

"Ooooh, but I just have SO much to say!" The golden flower chanted, a spring in its step. "I just wanted to congratulate you on all you've done! You're such a GOOD sport!"

Sans slipped his bony feet inside his slippers, not looking at the voice outside his window. "the feeling isn't mutual."

"Golly, look who's being a grumpy grump!" Said the flower. Its expression grew darker. "I'm just so proud of you! You know… for killing your best friend. Over and over and over..."

"heh heh heh… it's not like that at all." Sans retorted. "they can't be dead if they're alive at this very moment," He looked up over at his desk. "they can't die."

"Oh, but they have!" The tiny creature assured. "They are very well acquainted with what a human would call death. And they feel it. Oooooh do they feel it. Each and every bone splitting, energy burning-"

"shut your mouth, weed!" Sans interrupted. "besides, we've had this conversation before."

The flower tilted away, addled. "Why, we have? Golly, what else have I said?"

"nothing good," The skeleton chuckled. "just stupid stuff like how you get your sick, twisted joy out of watching others suffer, and... " He could not quite finish.

Waiting in anticipation, the yellow flower made a wild guess. "...And that you're a dirty little sinner?" Sans' breathing fell silent. "Ah hah! I knew it!" The flower chanted with glee. "Well, I suppose of course that's because it was my opinion all along… but it's still true, now isn't it?" The little flower did not yet get a response from the skeleton. "My oh my. That's too bad, you ARE a little sinner, aren't you. Aren't you! You feel it deep down in your bones. You're no better than that little human-"

"i've had about enough of you!" Sans shouted. "it doesn't matter what i am. none of that matters." The tiny guest did not have any conversation topics left, but the short skeleton continued. "i just want the kid to be gone for good. i just want them to go away, and quit putting me through this hell."

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The two dark figures entered the corridor once more, seemingly at the same time. The one who usually waits early seemed to have arrived late this time.

"hey," The shadowed monster greeted.

The small human standing on the western side of the room did not speak. They did not frown, nor did they smile. They did not laugh, or blink, or make a little sound. Neither was their body tensed up in any sort of fashion. They were completely removed.

"kid," Sans urged. "listen."

The child continued to stand, unmoving. But Sans was not quite sure if this meant that they were listening to him.

"if you're really my friend… you'll go away."

The child's hands twitched for a moment, making the small blade in hand glint in the windows warm light. But they held onto it.

Without a word, without a sound, or even the slightest expression, the human pivoted on their heel, and turned the other way.

The human left.

Sans guarded his position for several minutes, just to be sure of what had happened. Did the human really leave? Were they planning to return, just to psyche him out?

They had really left. The quiet echoes of their footsteps had long since faded. The human had left, and with nowhere else to go…

"frisk..." The skeleton whispered. "frisk is my friend… right?" He chuckled to himself. "frisk is… they have to… reset… frisk has to reset now, it's..." He went on a tangent, relieved. "frisk, i got through to you, i'm..." Sans began to collapse to the floor, almost in denial. "i'm so tired."

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Sans awoke in his bed. Slowly and cautiously, he turned his skull to peer around his room. A warm light shone in through the window, and on his desk was a lamp that did not work, and a tattered, red scarf.

Sans turned his gaze back towards the ceiling. "this is it… this is hell."

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CHAPTER ARCHIVE

[vickyvioletdraws]

COMIC SINS - Ch. 11 Friend

Chapter 11. Friend

Only the fearless may proceed. Brave ones, foolish ones. Both walk not the middle road.

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Several timelines ago…

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Quiet footsteps echoed throughout the large hallway. A slow pace moved the child forward with purpose. The human walked out from the dark and in front of a massive, stained glass window. A yellow light poured in passing through pillars, casting only the darkest of shadows.

A low voice chimed in from the other end of the room. "hmm..." The human stopped in their tracks. "that expression..." The dark silhouette emerged. "that's the expression of someone who's died five times in a row."

The child squinted at this. They put one foot in front of the other, and approached the dark form.

"convenient, huh?" The shadow continued. "that's one for each finger."

The human stepped forward. Both of their fists clenched tightly, one squeezing around a small handle attached to a silver blade.

"but soon..." The words echoed off of the walls.

The human child pressed onward, their shoes starting into a sprint. They lashed out at the dark figure, who just as swiftly moved his body away from the attack. The human screamed making the motion, their sounds like a toddlers tantrum.

"heh heh heh..." The form stepped backward into the light. One side of his skull was illuminated in soft, warm light. The other half comfortably concealed in darkness. "get ready."

A face as white as his emerged from the musty air. A pale skull more crooked and sinister. Another appeared beside the first, and together they opened their bony jaws. Sparks of white energy emitted from their throats, and the blinding light shot out like raging fire.

The small human saw this coming their way and moved out from the demons line of sight. Though agile, the beams of energy still nicked the child's shoulder, and their skin burned painfully.

Expecting the end of it, the human pivoted on their heels and found themselves nose to nose with the other hell beast. A blast as quick as lightning shot from the demon's mouth, and the human's life was cut short.

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Morning light crept in through a small, bedroom window. Quiet noises from the snowy trees could be heard from indoors. The fluttering tweets of morning birds, their songs echoed through the winter air.

The combination of the light and the noise alerted a sleeping creature that it was time to rise. He rolled over in his bed, and cast his gaze towards the ceiling. Bags under his eye sockets, he wiped his face grumpily and groaned.

The tired skeleton leaned forward and swung around, gently placing his metatarsals to the carpet. Looking out his window, he slouched in exhaust. "another day," he mumbled to himself. Sans turned his attention to his desk. Placed neatly on the surface was a tall lamp that didn't work, and a tattered, red scarf. His heart sank deep inside ribs. "another dollar."

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"hmm..." A familiar voice echoed throughout the corridor. "that expression."

The human at the other end of the room approached, their lips pierced up.

"that's the expression of someone who's died six times in a row." He repeated. The words did not hinder the child's advances. "that's the number of fingers on a mutant hand."

The human once again lunged forward at the skeleton in shadow, a malicious frown strewn across their face. But their attack did not make it to its destination.

Shapes of bones, blue and white, danced around the room in unpredictable patterns. The child attempted to dance around them, avoiding every swing at their body. The quantity of bones grew by the second, and the attacks became more difficult to evade. More and more edges scraped past the human's shoulders, and the new bruises stung continuously.

The human turned towards the skeleton, small blade in hand, and took a deadly swipe. The child only cut the air.

"you, uh, really like swinging that thing around, huh?" Sans questioned, backing away. He stared at the small youth for a time, neither of them speaking.

"listen," The monster spoke up again. "i know you didn't answer me before, but..." He continued, uncertain.

The child looked up at their enemy, perplexed. They braced themselves for another bone attack at any moment.

Sans' deep voice fell quiet. "somewhere in there. i can feel it." He pressed on. "there's a glimmer of a good person inside of you."

Stepping back, the human's expression changed. Their eyebrows wrinkled forward in curiosity, and their mouth gaped open, just a little.

"the memory of someone who once wanted to do the right thing." Sans' words reverberated off the walls of the corridor. "someone who, in another time… might have even been..." His voice dropping to an unseen level of sincerity. "...a friend?"

The human's posture fell. Their eyes were peeled wide open, and they began to water.

"c'mon buddy." Said the skeleton, his white pupils gazing deep into the human's soul. "do you remember me?" The monster breathed heavily through his teeth. "please, if you're listening. let's forget all this, ok?"

The child's dirty face tensed up in surprise. Gentle streams flowed down their cheeks uncontrollably.

"just… lay down your weapon, and..." The monster huffed, exhausted. "heh heh, well, my job will be a lot easier." Sans concluded, his bony fists rested securely in his pockets.

A loud, metallic noise filled the room. The child's tense grip had weakened, and they let loose their weapon to the floor.

"N… no..." The child whispered too quietly to hear. They struggled with themselves horribly. One palm rested over their eye, fingers digging into their scalp. The other hand shook in the air, deciding what to reach for.

Sans analyzed the human's movements. Their eye darted between Sans and their weapon.

"Y-yes..." The child whimpered. "I-I remember…! Y-you were s-such a good friend!" Their voice grew shaky and numb towards the end, having burst into tears. The urge to do harm had completely washed away from their face.

Sans brought his arms out in welcome. "c'mere, pal." He offered calmly.

Frisk did not hesitate to accept their friends invitation. They ran forward in expectation, ready for it all to be over.

Broken, jagged bones burst out from the floor, piercing the human's flesh. Sharpened femurs went through the child's body at every angle, provoking an awful, high pitched scream.

"geeettttttt dunked on!" The skeleton chanted condescendingly, very proud of himself. "now stay there, you gross piece of garbage!"

Although the human bled out, they still struggled. "I… deserve this..."

The skeleton was startled to see the human still speaking. The sight of a talking corpse was rather disturbing.

"...thank… y… ou..." The child's words were barely audible. But then their limbs drooped, and the sounds of a soul breaking in two echoed throughout the hall.

Sans fell down onto his knee caps, trembling. His body slumped down, finally able to relax. "anytime… old friend."

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CHAPTER ARCHIVE

[vickyvioletdraws]

COMIC SINS - Ch. 8 Cold

Chapter 8. Cold

Frisk took a deep breath in both preparation and surprise. The connection of their entwined hands was unbreakable, and the child felt a rapid chill run up their spine. A horrible, sinking feeling blew over them, and Frisk felt the floor vanish beneath their feet. The unexpected sensation made them remember to breathe.

Cold.

The human looked down at their bare toes as they floated aimlessly through the void, guided only by a new, chubby acquaintance. The skeleton had a fixed smile, and his eye sockets remained as empty as ever.

Colder.

The howling winds grew ever violent, and the human felt their sweaty grasp slip, just a little. Fearing the mere thought of separation, Frisk pulled their arm close to their body, in turn pulling the monster closer, too. He followed along, pulling himself toward the human in a safe embrace. The raging atmosphere threatened to tear the two apart, but they would not have it. The skeleton wrapped his bony arms around the child like an attempted shield.

Yet colder.

The shivering pair hit the ground hard. Dazed, the innocent one cradled their spinning head trying to focus on their new environment. Rising up, Frisk could see the short skeleton beneath them, seemingly unconscious.

Sans didn't move. His eye sockets were closed, and out from his nasal bone and his teeth... were what appeared to be blood. But skeletons couldn't bleed, Frisk thought. Could they?

"S...Sans?" Frisk called. "Are you okay?"

The monster did not make a sound, nor a single movement.

"Oh… oh no, you're hurt…?" The child started up. They sat up looking for signs of any passer-bys. "Help! Can somebody help?!" The child cried.

But nobody came.

Frisk stood up, a little too fast, and harnessed their youthful energy. They grasped Sans by the humerus, ready to drag him away from their landing spot.

The small human dragged the corpse with them through the snow to the nearest sign of shelter. A homely brick building, with the letters "INN", written in english.

Frisk barged in clumsily, and although it was warmer indoors, it was also very dark. Someone must have shut the lights off before leaving, perhaps.

"Anyone home?" Frisk called. But of course, no answer. They sighed heavily, and heaved the body more and more inside. The child made their way behind the counter, grossly short of breath.

Sans was plopped neatly underneath the counter, comfortably concealed in darkness. Frisk peered around and spotted what had appeared to be a small rabbit sitting in a tall chair by the desk. They reached out their small hands cautiously to touch it. A pillow, no, a stuffed animal. Just a toy running the desk. A decoy.

"Perfect," Frisk huffed. "I hope this helps." They gently placed the small toy beneath the monsters skull for a make-shift pillow. Though subtle, the human could see Sans' rib cage rising and falling, as if he were breathing. Frisk let out a heavy sigh of relief.

"You need rest, friend." The child told the sleeping skeleton. "I'm gonna go look for help. Stay here."

Back up on their feet, the child shivered sharply, wrapping their arms around themselves. "Oh, woops." They looked down at their cold, bare feet. "I didn't bring shoes with me..."

Frisk leaned into the darkness where Sans rested. They felt around blindly for what kind of shoes the skeleton might be wearing. The child flinched when they had found the creatures tibia. "S-sorry..." They whispered. Feeling downward, they discovered something fuzzy, something that just slipped right off of his tarsal bones. "S… slippers?" Frisk questioned. But beggars can't be choosers.

Dawning a new pair of slippers, Frisk was ready to face the world for new adventures. They opened the creaking front door, determined to find their destiny.

A blistering wind rushed in and went right through their pajamas. Frisk hunched over, gripping their arms numbingly. The hairs on the back of their neck stood on end, and they shivered until they ached.

Moving forward despite the piercing cold, their slippers sunk several inches into the snow, lumps of frost getting inside the fabric. "This is… w-where I'm meant to b-be..." The human uttered shakily, seeing their own breath. "...r-right?"

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CHAPTER ARCHIVE

[vickyvioletdraws]

COMIC SINS  - Ch. 10 Whisper

Chapter 10. Whisper

A whiny creaking sound filled the lobby of the Inn. The handle to the front entrance was turning, and a high sound raised in pitch as it went on, stuttering all the way.

Unlatched at last, the door violently flew open, having been blown in by a merciless gust of wind. Mounds of snow blew onto the floor, and a stumbling child came with. Still attached to the door knob and tripping their way inside, Frisk struggled to shut the door behind them.

*SLAM*

Frisk flinched harshly from the noise. The rough winds shook them up, and they were afraid they had awoken the sleeping monster beneath the front desk.

The child tip toed their way to the back. "Pssst," Frisk whispered. "Psssssssst." Slightly louder now.

Leaning down beside the counter, the human could see Sans still fast asleep. He looked much better than he did before.

"Sans," The innocent one said in a hushed voice. "Sans, wake up." They knew better than to startle someone who was sleeping. Waking up a person was a delicate, gradual process.

"Sans. I need you to wake up, Sans." They repeated. "I looked around town while you were out." A little louder now.

Still fast asleep.

Maybe he still needed his rest, the child thought. Frisk patiently sat and watched him for several minutes. His rib cage still showing signs of breathing.

A subtle movement. Did they see that right?

A slight twitch. And then another.

Every once in awhile, Sans displayed a small motion. He was shivering.

"Sans, are you cold?" Frisk asked quietly, uncertain.

The skeleton trembled more and more. His bones jerked around, spasming in random intervals. His whole body moved in strange patterns, and he clearly did not have control. Deep sounds emitted from the monster, too. Quiet moans of distress.

Sans was having a nightmare.

Frisk now had to speed up the process. "Sans, please wake up, I need you." Yelling the whisper. "Sans, everything is fine, you're just having a bad dream."

It wasn't enough. His quivering grew ever more violent. His whimpers revealing more torment.

"Sans, I went into town today. Have you seen it?" Frisk now spoke in a normal volume, still keeping their voice in a soothing tone. "All the buildings are empty. No one lives here anymore. All the shops have been robbed." No response. "There's… scratches on everything. Someone wrecked up all the doors… someone hacked away at doors with a knife or something..."

The beast's eye sockets shot open, black and vacant. The monster rose from its slumber. It turned its sinister face towards the child.

"S-Sans?" The child uttered in alarm.

In an instant, Frisk found themselves pinned to the floor, a white demon looming above them. Bony fingers had wrapped around Frisk's neck, and they began to squeeze.

A graveling, deep voice echoed throughout the room. "prepare to be judged."

"Sa-" The child's words were cut off. Frisk reached up with their small hands desperately trying to remove the carpals from their throat. Every sign of struggling only made the creature squeeze tighter.

Air was an abrupt deprivation. The human felt their lungs withdraw in anguish, and their face got hot and swelling. The room started to drop to a darker shade of black.

Frisk reached up with one hand attempting to push the monsters face away, but to no avail. Their arms were too short and too weak.

The human continued to choke in agony, desperately trying to gasp for air. Their throat was entirely cut off, breathing had completely ceased.

Panicking, Frisk raised up their knees, curling their legs up to their chest. The small human gave the monster a swift kick in the sternum, the harsh pressure emitting a quiet snapping sound.

The beast inhaled sharply from the impact, and his phalanges released.

Sans threw himself backwards, now using his bony hands to clench his shirt in distress. He rubbed his sternum cautiously, checking himself for any signs of damage.

Frisk rolled over on the floor, coughing hoarsely. They had to lie down as their scratchy throat adjusted to open air, spitting out bile. Their suffering lungs compressing under the discomfort. The child stroked their bruised neck with care. Everything hurt.

White specs returned once again to the skeletons eyes. He gazed towards the innocent youth, now beginning to comprehend what had just taken place.

"oh..." Sans uttered in desolation. "oh god… a-are you alright…?"

The child coughed heavily, gross choking sounds escaping their lips.

The chubby skeleton crawled over, trying to examine the damage he had inflicted. "oh, no no no, i am so sorry, kid." Sans reached up and placed a gentle, bony hand on the human's shoulder.

A raspy voice cried out. "D-don't touch me…!" Frisk used their wrist to swipe away his. "Please..."

Sans slouched in sorrow. "kid, i… i didn't mean to, honest!" He said sincerely.

"Sans," The child sat up, speaking quite roughly. "I know you didn't, but..." Frisk leaned against the back wall, sighing. They curled up on themselves defensively.

Sans did not know what else to say. He had hurt his friend. No, he had almost killed them. Almost murdered them, for what was probably the fiftieth time, he thought to himself.

"Sans, I forgive you… I know it was an accident, but… I need you to know..."

"f-frisk..." He tried to find the words. But none came. Sans sat back when Frisk shot him a serious look. He did not feel forgiven then.

"Sans, you scare me."

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CHAPTER ARCHIVE

[vickyvioletdraws]

COMIC SINS - Ch. 9 Vacant

Chapter 9. Vacant

The snow crunched beneath every step taken by the small human. Every movement forward was quiet, but the sounds were made louder and louder by the pure emptiness of winter air. The poor protection on the child's feet became more apparent as they trudged on. Their legs ached badly, and they could no longer feel their own toes.

Frisk hobbled their way to another small building, rubbing the sides of their arms vigorously. The innocent one peered through the front window, cupping their hands around the sides of their face, attempting to see inside.

The building was dark inside. All of them were. Frisk could see nothing. They approached the front door and reluctantly touched the ice cold door knob. They jiggled the handle, but to no avail. It was locked from the inside.

Frisk stroked the front door gently, feeling its unusual ridges. There were lines strewn all across the doorway in random patterns. Cuts. Slashes. It had appeared as if someone had carved away at it in desperation to get inside.

The human backed up as to find more clues. There was a sign mounted at the top of this building as well. "LIBRARBY". Frisk huffed in confusion. Was the sign spelled wrong on purpose? Now they couldn't depend on everything down here being in proper english.

Frisk moved on.

Every building towards the east was more cut up than the last. Doorways were covered in thick scratches, windows were broken in, personal belongings were stolen…

A jarring crunching sound. Frisk looked beneath their slipper to see a small pile of trash coated in a layer of fresh snow. The heap of useless garbage was not alone. Bundles of trash, large and small, were scattered on the ground throughout the town.

The child proceeded through the abandoned, little village. Every last home was dim and vacant. Each house echoed in their owners absence, and each was more heavily vandalized than the last.

One last building.

A small house, neatly decorated with Christmas reefs and colorful lights. Warm and inviting. Perhaps that's what it used to look like, at least. The string of lights were cut up in many pieces, and they did not glow. Only the decorations that were hung up high still adorned the cozy home. Who ever had done this must not have been tall enough to get to everything.

Frisk politely examined the front entrance. It was locked.

There was another way inside this house, however. The front window was not only busted through, but was broken very cleanly, its sharp edges removed and bits of glass swept away. Someone else used this entrance first.

With their numb hands, Frisk grabbed the edge of the window sill and firmly hoisted themselves upwards, stumbling all the way inside, landing roughly on the cold floor.

A loud silence.

The pressure of the air weighed over the child's head. This house was as dark as can be, the fear rising in the human's chest as they wandered into the unknown.

Frisk grabbed the wall and felt around, feeling the surface for something, a light switch hopefully. To their surprise, they found one.

They heard a clicking sound. But no lights came on. They flicked the switch repeatedly, begging for a light source, but nothing.

As chilling as it was inside the creaking house, Frisk simply had no choice. They blindly found their way back to the front door, tripping over debris, and located the lock. They let the door fly wide open, a fresh gust of icy wind blew through the house, and everything fell colder than before. But at the very least, there was now natural light pouring in, just enough to navigate the vacant home.

The carpet was completely hidden in dirty laundry and torn bits of couch. Old stuffing intermingled with scraps of broken furniture, and anything left intact too had scratches over their surface.

Frisk tip-toed their way over the labyrinth of a wrecked home. The entire living room looked like a horrible tornado went through it. A tornado with knives.

The child made their way up the dusty staircase. They traced the wall with their hand, only to feel along with one, singular, long slash. One that smoothly tore the paper from the walls.

The first door at the top of the steps was covered in tape and what was left of personal decorations. An array of tacky signs, the kind one might see on a teenagers bedroom door. But most of these were gone or dug into with something sharp. Instead of the usual random cuts, the marks on this door drew a smiley face. Many smiley faces.

Finding that door locked, Frisk went on to check the last door. The entrance to this room has seen more violence than all the others. It did not have cuts all over it in random patterns. It did not have teasing smiley faces, nor did it have long, threatening marks.

No. The assailant on this defenseless door had but one goal in mind. To get inside. The center of the door was hacked away at with no mercy, splitting wood jutting out sharply in every direction. It looked as if they had almost succeeded, too. For there was a small hole, just barely gaping to the other side. The window in the wood was too small even for Frisk to fit their hand through. Perhaps whatever tool this person was using was not enough, or became dull with excessive use, and they had to leave to find a better tool. Perhaps that person was intending to return.

Frisk fled the cold house and made their way back outside to the blistering winds. Looking back, the whole outside of the house bore white scratches over its red brick. From this distance, the human could see shapes they did not notice before hand when they were closeup. Large letters were etched across the entire front of the house.

"DETERMINATION".

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COMIC SINS - Ch. 5 Brother

Chapter 5. Brother

The skeleton curled up in itself and whispered unintelligibly. Heavy mutters faded in and out, but Frisk thought they caught a few words. "that damn flower..." But this did not make sense to them.

Frisk leaned in closer, the monster having forgotten that they were even there. Unnoticed, the human offered a friendly jab to his humerus attempting to get his attention. Sans raised his skull back up, piercing eye sockets now in view. "it's everything i have ever wanted." He uttered.

"What is? You want the mountain?" Frisk asked, trying to piece together the puzzle.

"n-no..." The monster sighed. "i've… always dreamed of coming to the surface." Sans admitted. He looked out the night time window longingly, but forced himself to tear his gaze away. "i've always wanted to escape the underground. and i've always wanted… friends like you to be there with me."

"...Friends?" The human retorted.

"but it's not worth it if i can't share it with my brother. everything is meaningless now."

"Why not?" The child asked. "Can't you just go get him from your portal thingy?"

Sans looked over the innocent one and sighed heavily. "you're so naive." He muttered. "i envy you."

There was a long silence.

The human itched their shoulder nervously. They were very tired and just wanted to go to sleep. However there was still a monster in their living room that they needed to attend to.

"frisk." The creature spoke up. "my brother is dead."

Frisk could hear the lump in his throat. Their heart skipped a beat. How is a person even supposed to respond to an answer like that?

"Pa..." The human began, uncertain. "Papyris…? Was that his name?"

Sans let out an unsteady chuckle. "papyrus." He corrected. "only the coolest guy you could ever meet."

"Wow, really?" The child perked up, still a little scared. "I would have loved to meet him." They continued, trying to appease the skeleton.

"you still could." Sans suggested with a grin that was almost sinister.

"I don't follow..." Frisk replied, growing uneasy. They still felt a tingling sensation as if another hell beast was going to come out and blow their face off at any moment.

"you could go up that big mountain right now. you could see papyrus and make the right choices and earn more friends than you know what to do with!" The monster sunk into himself again, over thinking the world he sits in. "i could see papyrus..." He trailed off.

"I could… I could really do that?" The child was now given conflicting ideas.

"no. i… i'm not supposed to be here. i'm not supposed to be in this timeline." The skeleton stood up. "i'm messing up your timeline, kiddo. i shouldn't even be here." He turned his back to the human. "maybe there's still a happy ending for you. this is clearly where you're meant to be." Sans began to shake in his slippers. "i should really go."

The skeleton began to walk towards the television when he felt a sharp tug on his hoodie.

Sans turned around with watery eyes. "what are you doing, kiddo?"

The human leaned in, and without any warning, wrapped their small arms around the monsters rib cage. "I didn't understand a thing you just said." The human confessed. "But don't give up, wherever you are, okay?"

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COMIC SINS - Ch. 7 Future

Chapter 7. Future

The human smiled at the skeleton. "Thanks, S-Sans..."

The two sighed deeply in unison, and tension filled the air of the room once more.

"this was… nice." Sans said quietly. "getting to talk to you again. the real you. even though you're not."

"You're not making any sense, Mr. Skeleton Man." Frisk interjected. "But I'm happy to help, in any way I can."

Sans rose up from the couch with a final-looking stance, bony hands resting in his pockets. "it's been a pleasure, but i really gotta go now." He uttered sadly. "just pretend none of this ever happened. it's all just a bad dream. and hey, if you don't like it, just reset, okay?"

Frisk got up from their seat abruptly. "What do you mean 'reset'?"

Sans stopped in his tracks. "...you know. reset?" He asked, muddled. "you've never died before?"

The human shook their head.

"listen, kid. just forget what i said, i'm in too deep as it is." Sans made his advance towards the TV and looked down at the racing static. "but… be good… won't you?"

"Are you leaving?" Frisk asked with lament. The monster nodded, not looking at them. "What are you going to do?"

Silence.

"listen, kid." Sans announced. "do as i say, not as i do." The television sparked, making the child flinch. "what am i going to do, now?" He chuckled darkly. "i'm going back to hell."

Frisk sincerely didn't know what to say to this. They just felt their own heart sink deep down. They wanted to help the creature.

Sans turned back around, but his eye sockets were empty. "i'm going to bide my time. i'm going to wait for that kid to give up and go home. or i'm going to wait for my body to turn to dust. heh. whichever comes first."

"Sans," the human spoke up before they knew what they were doing. "Whatever you're facing, you don't have to do it alone."

The skeletons teeth drooped slightly. "what are you saying, frisk?"

"Let me come with you."

The monster took a step back, a bit caught off guard. "no, no no no, frisk, you can't do that." He murmured, tiny white specs returning to his eyes. "you gotta stay here. have a future. you don't want what i have."

Frisk took a step forward with certainty. "I do. I wanna help." The innocent one looked down at the shaggy carpet. "I wanna help in any way I can."

"kid..." He whispered.

"And you're wrong." Frisk announced. "I don't have a future here. I feel like I was meant for something bigger. I feel like… I have somewhere more important to be." The child glared down at their small hands. "If what you said is true, then I shouldn't even be in this dump of a house. I should be out there, making a difference." They looked back up with a sincere smile. "I wanna make people happy."

"oh frisk..." Sans wept. "you have made this bag of bones very happy. i promise you that." He inhaled softly. "but in this timeline-"

"In this timeline, I'm not meant to go to Mt. Ebott." The child interrupted. "In this timeline, I have no future. I make no impacts on people. I'm not important." Frisk put their foot down. "But in other timelines… I can feel it. I'm important. I have the power to make a difference. And I'm determined to prove it."

"frisk… you want to just… disappear?" Sans said with sorrow. But he did not get an answer in words, only an expression filled with raw certainty. "oh." He concluded. "i can't change your mind?"

"This is what I want to do."

"i see." The monster chuckled. "i can't exactly say no to a human with that much determination." He shut his eye sockets in deep thought.

Sans walked towards the television and stuck his bony foot into the screen, its flashing pixels chaotically dancing. He grinned widely and held out his phalanges invitingly. "gimme your hand."

Frisk nodded and stepped ever closer. They placed their palm in his hesitantly. The small, crooked bones wrapped around Frisk's hand tightly, and the screen glowed brighter and brighter. Soon, the two were entrapped in a vortex of spinning light. The abyss of white noise flashed rapidly, and a gust of wind blew all around them. "i know a shortcut."

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