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"What?" K called out without turning around.

"Are you going to kill them?" J asked, stopping next to K. In front of them were around ten people wearing masks of some animal that looked like a bear but actually wasn't. They were all tied up together, struggling and grumbling out insults. K kicked a pebble into one of the woman's faces, causing her to yelp and sputter.

"Obviously," K answered flatly, not even sparing J a sideways glance.

"You shouldn't." He gazed at a man that was positively frothing at the mouth trying to get out of his bonds to, no doubt, leap at him as J continued.  "They know a lot that we don't."

"I got information from them already," K replied. "About everything."

"How do you know?"

"D read his-" K gestured to a man that was staring at the ground, the only one of the people who was silent. "-mind. And I double checked." By torturing him, K didn't say. He didn't need a lecture from J of all people. Well, J probably wouldn't lecture him. He'd annoy him, at worse, or make a surprised comment, at best.

"Mind Reading isn't fool proof," J pointed out. K could feel the man's assessing gaze on him, not remarkable unless felt frequently. Which K had, especially since losing his "moral compass" as his companions had deemed it. It was actually just his emotions.

"It's fool proof enough," K said, stepping on some guy's foot, making him flinch and squeal like a baby. Pathetic. He heard J shuffle his feet, probably uncomfortable. He was pathetic too. He should be used to these things by now, and should be more willing to participate in them as well.  But no, J was-

"How do you know?" J repeated.

- a wimp. A smart one at times, but a wimp nonetheless.

"D's pretty biased right now. They could've missed something."  K looked sideways at J. J wasn't looking at him. His gaze was stuck somewhere in front of him, distant and unseeing, as if recalling a memory. "Not just something." K flexed his hand and a dagger formed in it. "It could be-"

"J." K set his other hand on J's shoulder, feeling him stiffen just a bit. He turned the man towards himself and thrust the dagger forward, driving it into J's stomach. The sound of it was louder than J's sudden intake of breath, an almost obscene squelch.

J's expression shuttered, and K saw his hands twitch at his sides. Blood welled up rapidly, spreading with a warm rush over J's shirt, some coating K's fingers.

"Don't interfere, yeah?" K's lips upturned but there was no mirth in his voice and no amusement in his eyes. J stared at him, trying to pull back as horror and pain flitted over his face, his mouth opening without any sound. K let go of the hilt of the dagger, pushing J down onto his knees, and that's when he finally let out a small gasp. Or maybe a whimper. K couldn't tell; he was already turning back to the group tied in front of him, who were now watching him with a mix of fright and disgust.

He raised his hand, a faint glow enveloping it, and closed his eyes. Right as he opened them, the people in front of him spontaneously caught on fire. Screams filled the air, an ear-piercing noise that he couldn't focus on because of the low, almost inaudible moans of pain behind him. The smell of burning flesh was sharp and pungent, enough to cover the scent of blood.

He spun on his feet, fisting a hand in J's hair and yanking roughly on the strands. "You really need to shut up," K stated, gazing into J's tear-filled, hazy eyes. It was a great look on him, pain. Maybe K should do this sort of thing more often. J would definitely give him excuses to do so, he mused to himself, as he dropped to his knees.

"I won't be so nice-" K grabbed the hilt of the dagger and pulled it out with a vicious twist, and J's voice joined the herd of shrieks for a brief moment. "-next time."

J's eyebrows furrowed in something like confusion, but it turned to fear as K reached for his head. He tried to move away and hissed in pain. "Wh-wha.."

K placed his hand over J's forehead. In the next moment, the man tipped forward, unconscious, his head lolling onto K's shoulder. K wouldn't have wasted that time, but he didn't want to listen to J's voice for a while. Unless they were screams.

But to do that, K would need to make sure that J wouldn't just die after a single injury, like he was close to right now.

He closed his eyes, healing J's wound as he thought about all the ways he could shut the man up without killing him.

-

Sans sits in the antivoid. The antivoid. It’s that terrible place he’s trapped in; he has been for months. Or was it years? Maybe it was only a few weeks; he’s forgotten. He’s been forgetting a lot lately. It’s hard to keep track of something like time here in the antivoid. He’s been reminding himself of the monsters he left behind so he doesn’t forget.

Sans misses monsters. He misses Alphys. He misses her love of anime and how she fought for what was right; that was always her motivation during training. She never treated him like a glass doll and her fiery passion was infectious. Sans remembers watching the tough lizard warrior fight to save everyone from the blue strings that were killing them. He remembers watching her dust literally disappear into thin air. He really misses Alphys, but now he’s here and she’s gone.

He misses Queen Toriel. He misses visiting her every week to have pie together and talk about life in the Underground. He shared his dreams with the kind goat queen and she shared her snail facts with him. Sans had loved listening to her gentle voice as she soothed a monster’s fears. He knew that she missed King Asgore and he always wished he could help her somehow. It hurt seeing his friend sad. It hurt watching the blue strings crush her soul with practiced ease. He misses her courage and steadfast personality. He misses Toriel, and now he’ll never get to see her again.

Sans really misses his brother. Papyrus was always there for him, and it meant the world to Sans because he knew how hard it was for him to do so. He always taunted Papyrus for being lazy, but deep down, he thinks his brother might have been Falling Down. It just made the time he spent with him more precious. The smaller skeleton misses finding his lazy sibling asleep at his sentry. He misses washing that smoke and honey scent out of his sweatshirt when he was too lazy to. He misses waking up in their home and knowing there’s someone else living there, that he’s not alone and that he’s loved.

He even misses Error… As terrible as Error has been to him, despite the fact that Error is the cause of literally all of this, even though Sans is livid at him, he still misses that glitchy version of himself. There were a few times he almost seemed sane, and nice even. How could he leave like that? Why hasn’t he come back?

Sans misses the human. He hadn’t known Chara for very long, but they had been the sweetest human he’d known. They made him feel like he was doing something right with his puzzles. They complimented his tacos. Now he has their soul in his hands, but he can’t find a way out of here. If he could just find a portal back to his AU, then the human could reset and everything would go back to normal and he wouldn’t be trapped here anymore.

Alphys would be back, Queen Toriel would be back, Papyrus would be back, and Sans would never have to worry about coming back here again.

Something wet drips from the lightly glitching skeleton’s face and onto his gloves. Surprised, he puts the soul down and wipes away the tears he hadn’t noticed forming. He hadn’t meant to cry. He doesn’t usually cry, not while he’s here in this awful place. He remembers the first time he cried in front of Error. Heh, the doofus didn’t know how to handle it. The memory of Error rebooting is too silly to resist. It brings a sad smile of Sans’s face and his shoulders bounce in a laughing sob.

It’s soon followed by another, then another, until Sans is openly sobbing into the silence of the antivoid. All of the pain, the loneliness, the grief, that he kept bottled up and hidden comes out in a loud wail. He’s so tired of being alone. He just wants things to go back to the way they used to. Why did Error have to show up and destroy everything? His home, his friends, his safety, all gone… Why… Why…

He’s tried denying it, but he knows it’s true. He’s failed everyone. He’s never going to make it out of here. He’s going to be stuck in the antivoid forever and ever and he’ll never get out. Oh stars, he’s never going to find a way out!

A hiccup catches in Sans’s throat. No, he can’t give up. He can’t just be stuck here! His crying quiets down and his breath quickens. He starts to curl up on himself, grief turning to fear, which in turn becomes panic, The soul next to him sits silent and motionless. Tears continue to stream down his face, leaving dark tracks on his skull.

He’s alone. Everyone is really and truly gone. They’re never coming back. All of his friends are dead and he’s never going to get them back. His brother will never find him and Error will never come back and set him free. He yells into the emptiness of the white space surrounding him. The silence presses in around him. It’s too much, too much. His soul screams, Let me out!

His bones rattle and his soul trembles. Sans shouts for help, but nobody came. He continues curling up, hugging his knees and crying. The panic rises in his soul. He doesn’t want to be here anymore. He didn’t want to be here in the first place, but now being here is unbearable. His grip on his arms tighten. He wants to be let out. He needs to be free. He can’t stand this hell anymore. It’s too quiet, too empty, too lifeless, too much!

Blueberror lets out one final, soul-shattering scream before collapsing on the ground. He stares up at the blue strings holding a plethora of souls, monster and human alike, to the ceiling. He’s never going to get out…

“Please…

“Please, just let me out…

“I don’t want to be alone anymore…