TribeTale

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Summary: Too many resets. Sans makes a deal. Something new happens.

Notes: Warning Genocide. Broken sanity. (I HAVE FINALS, so I'll not post until I'm done with them. Wish me luck.) also available on AO3

Chapter Text:

Many resets had occurred.

At first, they were pacifist runs, Frisk befriended everyone, the barrier was destroyed, monsters were freed… then Reset. Over and over.

Sans got annoyed. Their happy ending was stolen from them again and again.

Still, he kept acting normal. Smiling. Pretending.

Until the Genocides started.

“heh… did you really think you’d be able to…”

SLASH.

Sans fell to the ground from the force of the blow.

“Papyrus… do you want anything?…”

He turned to dust.

Over.

And over.

And over.

He tried everything! Changing attack patterns, dodging the final blow, anything to stop it.

But nothing worked.

Each time, he gave a little less. A little less effort. A little less hope.

Eventually, he stopped fighting altogether.

“Just kill me already… Not like it’ll matter anyway…”

Everyone starts noticing Sans acting wrong. He sleeps more. His smile is more forced than before. He talks less. He's not himself… He even stops crying when Papyrus dies…

Frisk prepared for another half-hearted fight.

But instead of bones, gags, or teleporting tricks, all they got was—

"Just stab me with the knife… There's no point in fighting you…" Sans’s voice was hollow. Lifeless.

"… That's it? You just give up now???" Frisk asked, uncertain.

"What else am I supposed to do?"

One time, however… After Frisk stabbed him, Sans slumped back against the wall, waiting to turn to dust. Waiting for the reset.

“Greetings, Smiley.”

Sans’s eyes shot open. He knew that voice.

“Huh. I didn’t know skeleton monsters had blood… or is that ketchup?”

Chara tilted their head, curious.

“Chara…? Is that you? But how?? You’re supposed to be dead… You and Asriel both died when we were kids…”

He lowered his head.

“…And I never got to say goodbye…”

Sans said, his voice heavy with grief.

“You grew up… You were so cute back then, hehe!”

Chara grinned teasingly.

“Even now that I’m 25, guess you’ll never stop calling me cute, huh?”

Sans gave a lopsided smile.

“Why would I stop calling my bestie cute? At least you escaped the title of crybaby. Unlike Azzy~”

But then, Chara’s smile faltered.

“Frisk is insane.”

“Tell me about it.”

“I’m tired, Sans. Tired of watching them kill everyone I care about... And I know you are too.”

“Yeah… But there’s not much I can do about it.”

Chara stepped closer, eyes gleaming with something darker.

“That’s why I’m here. But I can’t stop them like this… Not in this form.”

Sans looked up, confused. Wary.

“So... you want my help?”

Chara nodded slowly.

“Yes. I need your body, Sans.”

He froze.

“…what?”

“If you lend me control—just for a while—I can use both our strengths. My determination and your shortcuts, awareness, power... It’s enough to end the Genocide runs. But only if you’ll let me.”

Sans looked away, mind spinning.

Years of resets. Pain. Watching Papyrus die again and again.

His bones ached with the weight of it.

“Don’t worry,” Chara added gently.

“I’ll give you back control once it’s over. We’ll stop this… Together.”

Chara extended their hand for a handshake.

"What do you say? Do we have deal?"

Sans stared at their hand considering the deal. No more Genocides. No more Resets. No more watching helplessly while everyone he loved died... No more...

"Deal."

He said, his voice sharp, as he took Chara’s hand and shook it.

Then— GLITCH.

For a second, everything twisted. Static. Flickering code. And instead of Chara...

Someone else.

Someone he didn’t recognize with a wide, unnatural smile.

“You idiot =)”

RESET.

Frisk walked through the Ruins, steps echoing down the stone halls. They were no longer under the PLAYER’s control. This time, they were doing the right thing.

A real pacifist run.

“Do you think Sans will forgive us?” Frisk asked softly. The thought of seeing him again after all that suffering sent a chill through their soul.

“If I know Sans— and I do, he’ll come around eventually,” Chara replied, floating alongside them like a ghost of guilt. “Especially after we explain everything… And destroy the Reset Button in front of him, just like we planned.”

Frisk nodded slowly.

“Maybe you’re right…”

Then—

A gasp.

A thud.

Frisk's soul pulsed in alarm. They ran. Fast. Heart pounding. Breath ragged.

They turned the corner and—

They froze.

Toriel’s body turning into dust on the floor.

And above her stood Sans.

A knife in his hand. Eyes glowing red. Face blank. Emotionless. Alien.

For one horrible moment, he just stared at them.

Then

blink.

He vanished.

Leaving only silence. And dust.

Both Chara and Frisk stood there, frozen in shock...

"What. The. HELL?!" Chara said in horror and confusion.

“That’s... that’s not Sans…”

Frisk whispered, their voice shaking. They couldn’t look away from the dust on the floor.

“IS THAT WHY THE PLAYER LEFT?!” Chara shouted, pointing a trembling hand at Toriel’s remains, their face twisted in confusion and dread.

“We have to do something!” Frisk said, heart hammering. “We have to stop Sans. Save him. Save everyone! He has to be in there somewhere! We just need to get through to him!”

“HOW THE HELL DID THIS EVEN HAPPEN?! WHY SANS?? HOW DID THEY EVEN TAKE CONTROL OF HIM LIKE TH—”

“Chara! BREATHE!”

Frisk’s voice cut through the panic, firm but gentle.

“We’ll fix this, okay? We’ll find a way.”

Summary: FEAR itself fights back. The end of the genocide.

Notes: Warning: repeated character death. also available on AO3

Chapter text:

Sara reached the entrance to Celestia’s Castle Hall, where a lone figure waited.

Her footsteps echoed through the vast halls. The stained glass windows cast colorful fragments onto the stone floor, depicting monumental moments in pony history: the war between Humans, Ponies, and Monsters, the birth of Celestia and Luna, the adoption of Princess Cadance, the first fallen human, Eliza, becoming Cadance’s fillyfriend, their deaths, and the rise of the Elements of Harmony barriers, Twilight’s magic, Fluttershy’s kindness, Rarity’s generosity, Pinkie Pie’s laughter, Applejack’s honesty, and Rainbow Dash’s loyalty.

And there, standing in the center of it all, was Diamond Heart. Expression unreadable.

“Oh really? So Equestria’s last defense is a human? A human?!”

Sara sneered.

“What? Am I supposed to be scared? Because some human decided to play hero? What are you gonna do? Stab me? I could just kill you right now if I wanted… I’m not scared of you.”

Silence fell.

Then, Diamond Heart’s eyes flared with a fierce, hot pink glow. Her aura shifted, and the air thickened, heavy with tension. Shadows twisted and moved as if alive.

Sara’s heart pounded, dread creeping in. She had made a terrible mistake. Diamond wasn’t just any human. She was THE SOUL OF FEAR.

“You should be…”

Diamond Heart raised her hand, and sharp diamond-shaped bullets materialized, shimmering purple and pink. She unleashed a storm of them heading Sara's way. Sara darted and slashed, dodging the purple shards, but a pink one grazed her arm. Suddenly, the world warped, twisted shadows morphed into her deepest fears, creeping into her mind. The bullies, her parents, the fall, almost dying, dying over and over... She staggered, heart hammering in panic.

But the pain was real; only the fear was an illusion. Sara shook her head, biting back the terror, gripping her knife tighter.

From the shadows, dark, twisted creatures slithered forth, summoned by Diamond’s cold command.

“Attack!”

Her voice was sharp as ice.

The creatures surged forward, clawing and biting. Sara fought desperately, stabbing through the writhing forms, but more kept coming.

One strike landed; a heavy blow to her chest, and Sara fell, light fading…

Reset.

Sara stood there breathing heavily. This was too terrifying...

"Hm? Just a human, huh?"

Diamond said mockingly

Sara froze as she realized... Diamond remembers...

"died once? How about we make it twice?"

Diamond Heart raised her hand, and sharp diamond-shaped bullets materialized, shimmering purple and pink. She unleashed a storm of them heading Sara's way.

Sara darted and slashed, dodging the purple shards all of them this time.

From the shadows, dark, twisted creatures slithered forth, summoned by Diamond’s cold command.

“Attack!”

Her voice was sharp as ice.

The creatures surged forward, clawing and biting. Sara fought desperately, stabbing through the writhing forms until they stopped.

"Huh, got it on the second try? Maybe I should've changed the attack."

Sara screamed and charged toward Diamond Heart, slashing with her knife. Diamond easily dodged as if it were nothing, and then a shadow creature lunged at Sara and killed her.

RESET

Sara gasped and ran out of the way as fast as she could, barely making it out of the way of the storm of sharp diamonds aimed at her.

"Told ya' I'd change the attack."

Diamond said with a smirk.

"You mother fu-"

"Language! Who taught this 10-year-old to cuss!"

Diamond said, pretending to be shocked dramatically.

The REAL fight begins...

Sara checks DH's stats.

*Diamond Heart

ATK 35 DEF 45 The soul of FEAR

IS THIS A HUMAN OR A DEMON??????

Sara's eyes widen in horror, she swallows the lump that formed in her throat.

"pfft these stats are funny, don't ya' think?"

Diamond said with a cocky smirk.

This became a cycle, Sara attacks Diamond dodges, Diamond attacks a new attack Sara dies then Reset then fights again.

Sara is standing there, legs shaking, heart pounding, breathing heavily. How many times has it been? 20? 30? More???

“You like blades, right?”

Diamond muttered. A glimmering diamond blade extended from her arm, humming with raw energy.

“Let’s see how yours compares.”

Sara barely had time to brace before Diamond lunged, the diamond sword sweeping toward her in a wide, elegant arc. It moved like liquid light, beautiful, but deadly. Sara parried with her knife, but the clash rang out like a bell, jarring her arm to the bone. She was thrown back, skidding across the smooth marble floor.

Diamond didn’t chase. She walked. Slowly. Confidently.

“You’re shaking,”

She noted, amused.

“Still think you’re not scared of me?”

Sara scrambled up, teeth clenched.

“Screw you.”

“Oh, strong language again? someone's angry.”

Diamond teased, raising her blade before stabbing it into the floor. A tremor split the ground beneath Sara purple spikes shot up like jagged glass teeth. She jumped just in time, the last spike grazing her leg.

She gritted her teeth through the pain, lunging forward.

“I’M NOT LOSING TO AN OVERPOWERED HUMAN!”

Diamond’s blade met her mid-swing with a loud clang.

Their faces were inches apart now.

“Oh sweetie,”

Diamond whispered coldly.

“This is every fear you've ever buried, sharpened into a weapon.”

Suddenly, the shadows behind Diamond warped again, turning into a mirror. Sara gasped when she saw the reflection, it was her. Broken. Bloodied. Afraid. Alone.

“No.”

She hissed, slashing through it. The image shattered—but the fear clung to her bones.

Diamond spun and slashed with her sword, fast as a storm. Sara dodged, once, twice, but the third swing landed.

A deep gash across her side.

She screamed and fell, gasping.

RESET.

Sara appeared again mid-run, stumbling.

Diamond stood still, sword already extended.

“Thirty-five times now,”

She said, voice cool.

“Want me to start keeping tally marks?”

Sara didn’t answer. She dashed forward again but this time, feinted left and threw her knife toward the ceiling. Diamond looked up for just a second

Sara was already behind her.

SLASH.

A hit. Real. Clean.

Diamond gasped as a red line opened across her back. She turned, shocked, hand on her side.

Sara smirked.

“HAHA FINALLY GOTCHA!!!”

Quiet.

Then Diamond grinned.

"hehe... Didn't they teach you about the soul of FEAR in school?...

I can't die... not without a dangerous spell... and you my dear can't use it..."

The wound regenerated and a diamond shot Sara. Then it all went black.

In the void, where Sara and Eliza waited for the next reset, each one sat quietly.

Eliza spoke first.

"we can't win this fight..."

Sara is traumatized but isn't ready to give up yet.

"NO! THERE HAS TO BE ANOTHER WAY!!!"

"SARA DIDN'T YOU HEAR THE WOMAN!? SHE CAN'T DIE!!! WHAT ARE WE SUPPOSED TO DO AGAINST THAT?! We are no match..."

"then what do we do?..."

"... give up...besides... a true reset is almost here, anyway... this is the end of the genocide run"

They sat there quietly... waiting for the reset.

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Meanwhile in the underground...

"SANS STOP THIS ISN'T YOU"

"I CAN'T STOP IT"

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TRIBETALE IN THE UNDERGROUND

Summary: The genocide continues. Rarity fights Sara. Something is waiting.

Notes: warning Character death and genocide. Also available on AO3

Chapter text:

"Twilight, darling... did you inform Applejack and the CMCs to come? I can’t find them," Rarity said as she walked in. Concerned, but trying to stay composed.

Twilight’s shoulders sagged with relief.

"Oh, Rarity... It’s just you. I thought you told them."

The room went quiet. Everyone stared at each other.

"CHECK THE CAMERAS, TWILIGHT! MY SISTER COULD BE IN DANGER!!"

Twilight rushed to the monitors, cycling through each feed as fast as she could, but there were no traces of Applejack, Sweetie Belle, or Apple Bloom.

"...I... don’t think they made it..." she said softly.

Rarity fell to her knees, her breath hitching before the sobs came. Twilight sat beside her, offering quiet support. The others watched, stricken, but didn’t approach, afraid to disturb the moment between them.

The silence grew heavy. Only the sharp, aching rhythm of Rarity’s grief filled the air... until finally, it stopped.

She stood up. Slowly. Quietly.

Her mascara was smudged. Her mane was slightly undone. But her posture? Still poised. Still elegant. Still Rarity.

“No,” she whispered. “I won’t let her take another.”

Twilight looked up. “Rarity… what are you doing?”

“I’m going out there,” she said. “I will face her. Not for revenge. Not even for justice. But for Sweetie Belle… and everypony we couldn’t save.”

“B-But you’ll die,” Twilight said, her voice trembling.

Rarity gave a small, trembling smile.

“Then I’ll make it look fabulous.”

Without another word, she turned and walked out. The others watched her go in silence.

Sara had made it through most of Equestria. Even the Wonderbolts stood no chance.

Now, she entered Canterlot and murdered everypony she saw.

As she was close to the Castle, Rarity stood in her path, she was waiting.

They stared each other down. Silent. Still. until Rarity finally spoke

“You beastly beast!!!" Rarity screamed. "You’ve murdered countless ponies for no reason… HOW DARE YOU!!"

The fight begins.

Rarity summoned gems from the ground with a flash of her horn, hurling them at Sara. Sara barely dodged only to be wrapped in fabric threads, tightening around her throat until-

RESET.

The fight begins again.

Rarity’s gems launched through the air. Sara dodged. Threads of enchanted silk tried to snare her but Sara slashed them apart with her knife.

“You monster!” Rarity shouted. “How dare you hurt innocent lives?! What did they ever do to deserve this cruelty?!”

Sara smirked. “They existed. That’s what they did.”

Rarity’s eyes burned. She attacked harder shards dancing in sharper, faster patterns. Sara dodged most—until a gem caught her across the chest.

RESET.

The fight begins again.

Gem shards rained down. Fabric lashed through the air. Sara dodged with practiced ease.

“How are you able to do this? It’s like you know what I’ll do before I do it!”

Rarity blinked, and suddenly, Sara was behind her.

“None of your business,” Sara said flatly.

Before Rarity could react, Sara stabbed her.

She collapsed to the ground. Her body began to shimmer…

and dissolved into fading light.

"Sweetie Bell... I'm sorry I wasn't there..."

...

Dead.

Sara continued forward, silent and unmoved.