#lallalaa

“Fine. I’ll work with you.”

It came out of nowhere, just a few loops later. Sans covered his mouth in shock. It didn’t feel like he had said that.

Chara looked annoyed. Sans could tell they knew he wasn’t actually going to do it, even if he had technically said he would.

Then, a couple loops later, Sans seriously considered it. He was bored, agonizingly bored.

He looked at the kid’s face. They looked smug, like they knew what they had done had finally worked.

Sans felt this strange dissonance between his resolve to not work with that freak and his painful boredom. Something felt wrong, really wrong. Sans had never felt this before.

Sans walked up. And shook their hand.

***

Killer lay on the carpet, reflecting about his past. This was something he usually preferred to distract himself from, but recently Core Frisk had him thinking about it. They were talking a lot to him lately, trying to help him. It was a wasted effort of course, Killer couldn’t be helped. But still, they were determined to try and fix him.

Killer was annoyed at first by them, but it was nice to have someone to talk to honestly. Killer didn’t like to bother his Boss or coworkers with pointless stuff like this.

***

“Killer, I have something to tell you.”

He got that same strange feeling he had all those years ago with Chara, like something was off.

“There’s… there’s something in your code that shouldn’t be there. I’m removing it.”

“That isn’t funny.”

“…”

“Kid…?”

“Sorry Sans, this is for your own good,” They said earnestly, moving their hand like they were pressing a floating object only they could see.

Killer tried to tell them to stop, but it was too late. His soul seized, and with a painful feeling, began to warp into a heart shape, becoming lighter in color as it went.

Killer screamed, half in shock and half in pain, and collapsed to his knees. His vision blacked out.

***

Killer woke up in his room in the castle, tightly griping the sheets. Beside the bed, Nightmare and Core Frisk argued.

“I’m helping him!” 

“You cannot just alter a persons soul like that!” Nightmare retorted. “You didn’t even ask his permission, did you?”

“I didn’t alter his soul, I just deleted the foreign code in him!”

“…which caused his soul to change.”

“Indirectly!”

Killer moaned and tried to sit up. Immediately both parties stopped their argument and surrounded him.

“Killer, are you alright?” Nightmare crouched down next to Killer’s face.

“You feeling alright now, buddy?” Core looked hopeful to Killer, probably thinking the pain was just a temporary side effect. 

… it definitely wasn’t. His chest still stung and he felt his black tears emptying from his sockets at a rapid pace, quicker than they ever normally had.

Nightmare stood up and left the room, presumably to get a towel.

Killer looked at Core Frisk. Core Frisk looked at Killer. They continued their impromptu staring match until Nightmare came back, setting a towel on Killer’s lap.

Killer started to sweat.

Core Frisk and Nightmare were shouting again, probably starting their argument over, but Killer could barely hear them over the feeling of wrong in his gut.

Killer began to heave.

***

“H-huh?”

Alphys was still half asleep. She sat up in bed, rubbing her eyes.

“His soul. I think there’s something wrong with it.”

“I-oh, sorry. I’m sorry. Is it-“

“Get over here. Now.”

Alphys felt a cold chill down her spine hearing those growled words. She tried to remind herself Nightmare was probably just afraid for Killer, but she couldn’t shake her anxieties completely. 

She quickly pulled on her lab uniform and bolted through the portal. 

.—-

Alphys held her modified stethoscope to Killer’s soul, trying to focus despite the frantic whispers of the Frisk variant and Nightmare.

She heard something strange, like a churning sound. Alphys thought of the liquid pouring faster than she ever remembered from his face and his heaving and coughing and had a realization. [lalala wip]

“Uh, ahem. I think I know what’s wrong.”

[they don’t hear.]

“G-guys?”

[too busy arguing, getting nowhere]

“Hey!”

[still no.]

“HES PREGANANT !!11! [ican’t resist I need to make this joke.]

They both stared at her, mouths agape. Killer also looks mildly concerned, like he might’ve believed it.

“J-just getting your attention, haha. Sorry. Um. He’s fine, it just seems like his soul is expelling all this… what was it?”

“Corrupted determination.”

“A-ah. Right. And it’s weird, because his soul seemed fine with it before… but, u-um. Now he’s. Expelling it, via increased flow from his facial offices. His soul is kinda. Throwing up. It’s pushing up all the, um, liquid, a-and. Well,” She stopped herself there, not having thought of how to actually end the sentence. 

“So, he is going to be fine?” Nightmare asked quickly.

“Y-yup. He should be totally fine,” She quickly added, “But, I’ve. N-never seen something like this so. If he does anything weird call me I guess?!”

—-

Nightmare gets worried and calls the outcode scientist alphys. She’s like he’s fine physically his body is just expelling the toxic substance.

—-

——

“So it wasn’t my fault,” he mumbled. “[], it wasn’t my fault?”

____

Ok so killers only hobby other than being annoying was killing people. He legit has a giant gap in his life. Bro needs a hobby

“…you sure have a lot of free time now that yer not killin’ people n all.” -horror

Everyone glares at him