Confrontation for Bad Things Happen Bingo and All 4 Day 1 Prompts for Whumptober. Prompts: "But now this room is spinning while I'm just trying to fill in all the gaps." Safety Net, Swooning, "How many fingers am I holding up?"
Undertale Fanfic: You Thought You Killed Me?
"Sans! Sans!" Sans opened his eyes, his vision was blurry, "Alphys." Sans went to close his eyes again.
"Don't close your eyes! You're barely alive!"
"Fine." Sans didn't expect Alphys to put her fingers close to his skull, "Oh yeah, how many fingers am I holding up?"
Sans counted, "Five." Alphys shook her head, "No, Sans, two. Don't do that!" Sans figured out what Alphys was yelling about when as when he stood up, the room started spinning. "I don't understand." Sans informed Alphys when he was pushed back down.
"The human went back. They think-" Alphys gulped, "They think you are dead Sans." Sans wished so, maybe his wrapped up chest wouldn't feel like it's on fire. "I- I found you at Grillbys."
"I know when I'm as good as dead Alphys. Especially with the bleeding."
"Why do you bleed, anyways?"
"I was experimented on as a kid. Bleeding is a side effect." Sans laid down, "I don't remember ever not bleeding."
Alphys gulped, "Why did you do such a stupid thing? Fighting them?"
"Someone has to stop them. Figured I'd do my job for once." Sans stood up, "Speaking of the kid, I have to take care of them."
"Sans, no! You'll die. You're not 100 percent."
"Then come with me." Sans grabbed Alphys' arm, "You want this as much as I do. If things get bad, you can surprise them.
I accepted death once already." Alphys reluctantly nodded, "I guess I should."
Sans was back in the judgment hall, arriving in a wheelchair due to Alphys' assistance. Sans stood up, "Geez kid, getting sloppy aren't cha?"
Alphys hid when the kid came in. Step. Step. Step. Their knife dropped. "Bet you weren't expecting me. Let's just get to the point." Sans lifted his arm up, holding his painful wince back banging the weaponless human against the walls.
The human recovered quickly, before running towards Sans aiming to hit him with their weaponless fist.
Miss. "Did you think I'd be that easy?" Gaster blasters to the humans face, they rolled under the lasers. Another run, miss. Attack, miss, attack, miss. "Don't you ever get tired, kid?" The kid answered by going for another hit, only to miss.
Sans' eyes were dropping shut, "Kid, you gotta learn when to oof." Sans was hit in his injured stomach. "Welp, I guess you're a freak, huh? I just gotta warn you, you aren't enough of a freak for what happens next." Sans held his chest when Alphys jumped out, healing Sans' chest.
"W-What h-happens next is your end. Killing all my friends."
Sans smiled, "You've done it now, kid." Bone attacks with a yellow soul proved a tad difficult for the kid. You can't shoot bones away, and because of that fact, you had to do Sans' platforming while destroying Alphys bullets, and dodging some of them. The human died many times due to this new scenario.
But this human was determined. Determined to kill who got in their way. Alphys died first. Dusted.
Sans did eventually throw the human all over the room to no avail, after he did many attacks by himself. Sans was trying not to doze off, but when his eyes drooped for a second, the human got another hit in. Dusted near immediately.
The human got their way and moved on to the next world. Two monsters giving it their all could not match the human's determination.
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The beer stopped half way and never reached Joe’s lips.
- “You’re kidding me!”
- “I am not. I swear. The waitress told me so.”
- “The waitress would tell you anything to get you out of her bodice...”
Luke rolled his eyes
- “ Mean! But still. That’s them.”
Joe studied the two men talking animatedly, half hidden in an alcove of the tavern. No. No, he would not fall for if. The black leather pants of the long haired one would pass, but not with the silk shirt, the lacy fingerless gloves and the cute ribbon tying the braid. The heart eyes did not fit the character either. He had seen some portraits before, he was not new in the game... And the other one! Covered in dust and shit from head to tows! With blond hair stick with sweat on his forehead and salt lines on his neck. Talking about digging in the mud to find some locked-in-a-rock dragonfly. Joe pricked up his ears. The man was now explaining in length how he would convert a part in the library in a cabinet de curiosité to display the dragonfly alongside the obsidian ax head and the petrified orange, receiving a soft smile for any answer...
- “No. I don’t believe you! That’s not the mighty Blackbeard and the Gentleman Pirate”
- “But you should. Your friend is right”
A husky voice behind them made them jump. A black man with a nice smile had brought his chair near their table.
- Not what you expected, uh? And now, you wonder where their power comes from? You just heard the reason ! Magical artifacts. And you are lucky! I know a guy who served on the Revenge, and he taught me a few thing, especially about magic stones. You guys would be interested in seeing some?”
