#undynexalphys

Remnants

He curled tighter on his messy bed, gripping at himself as the very shadows seemed to grip at him. No....nononononononono go away...y...you're....

"Come now...." A voice whispered, the sound like bubbling tar and death whispered against his skull. He covered his head as the shadows curled around him. Large, thin, bone white hands gripped at his shaking shoulders. "You know what to do..."

No....no you're dead.....dead! Leave....leave me be..... He gripped his skull tighter, scratching at it and leaving marks. You....you're gone...

"Gone? Oh...my dear Sans...." He shivered as his name was spoken and he felt a hand trail his spine. "I am never gone...you cannot be rid of me..." A face loomed from the dripping shadows, blank at first, but features seemed to crack on the surface, a twisted smile and one, wide eye. "I will have you...."

"NO!!!" Sans's eyes snapped open, his left eye aflame and glowing as he shot up, his chest heaving painfully. He gripped his chest as his breaths came in harsh pants. His Soul glowed slightly from under his plain white t-shirt. A....a dream.....bad dream..... He thought and looked down at his trembling hands. Right....surface.....no more Resets....safe.... He slowly moved and placed his socked feet on the floor, burying his face in his hands. He can't come here....he isn't here..... He stood and grabbed his blue hoodie and slipped on his pink slippers, small white eyelights gazing out the window. Been six months.....

He stretched and opened the window to his room, a cool, summer breeze filtering into his trashy room. His mattress was new, but still laying on the floor, fresh sheets on the bed, crinkled from his tossing and turning. He sighed and looked up at the moon shining brightly in the sky. I need some fresh air...yeah. That'll help. He teleported out of his room, unaware of the shadows that had slowly moved towards his feet.

Soon, my dear Sans......soon.

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Frisk looked at Sans worriedly as he walked with their small group. Frisk had invited everyone to go to the park and he looked at Sans as the shorter skeleton seemed to slump. "Are you ok Sans?"

"H-Huh?" Sans turned to him, dark circles under his eye sockets. "Yeah kiddo, I'm 'Sanssational.'"

"Oh my god Sans!" Papyrus called from the front of the group. "Enough of your insufferable puns!" Frisk giggled and Sans smiled. Undyne was ahead with Alphys on her shoulders, Toriel smiling and patting Papyrus as he groaned from yet another pun.

"Sorry Paps." Sans yawned and stretched lazily. Frisk gave Sans a worried glance and he chuckled. "Aww, don't worry kiddo. I'm just being my usual, lazy se-"

"Sans...." He locked up as a soft, gentle voice rang in his skull. "Look...this human has the Determination I need..."

No....no you're....not here....

"Sans?"

"Oh come now, my dear Sans.....did you truly think I was some bad dream?" Frisk took Sans's hand worriedly and he jumped a bit, yanking his hand away. "Look at him....I need it Sans..."

No...get out...of my head!!!

"Sans, are you really ok?" Sans's head snapped up and he looked at Frisk. The small boy tilted his head, and for a brief moment, Sans watched soft, brown eyes flicker red and the world around him shifted into that long, golden corridor. "You don't look good...."

"I...I'm f-"

"You see it, don't you Sans? This child could, at any time....become a threat...." Sans trembled, his bones shaking as his left eye slowly began to glow. "But we can stop that....stop this child from Resetting this world...permanently."

"Sans, you're hurting me!" Sans blinked and he looked down, his hand gripping hard onto Frisk's small shoulder. Black tendrils had coiled around his wrist, but they swiftly evaporated in the summer sun. "Sans....you really don't look good. Do you need to go home?" Sans shook a bit as the others watched him from a distance.  "Sans-"

"Yeah....sorry kiddo." Sans pat his head gently, his hands trembling. "I...I just need some sleep ok?" Frisk nodded and smiled. "See ya later, alright?" He focused on teleporting, but the moment he felt his body enter the Void, something black and tar like grabbed his leg. Wh-what?! No!

"Do not try to flee from me Sans....."

Get off of me!!!!  Sans struggled in the darkness of the Void, panic filling his Soul. Damn...damn! Fearfully he reached for a small opening in the Void and fell into it, crashing hard into the wall. He scrambled and kicked at the writhing tentacle that had grabbed him, watching it squirm and flail before fizzing away. "Gross....just....yuck..." He sighed and stood shakily, brushing his shorts off and looking around. Hey...wait....

He walked over to the nearby wall and flipped the switch. The light flickered on, dim from not being used in a long time. "My....lab?" Sure enough, the room around him was one he knew all too well. He dragged his fingers along the desk, dust sticking to bone as some fluttered in the air. "So I'm in Snowdin." He took a shaky breath and zipped his hoodie up. "It's cold here...chilled to the bone, eh?" He chuckled a little, trying to calm his nerves.

He brushed the dust off of an old blueprint that was sitting on the desk, they symbols strange but easily discernable by him. "Why here? Why did I teleport here?"

"Because I need you here." Sans jumped and turned around, his eye flaring. The wall near him held a tall, shadowy shape, a left purple eye glowing with fury and malice. The shadow itself seemed to drip onto the floor. "I need you Sans...."

"Screw you!" Sans raised his hand and fired at the wall, bones piercing it. The shadow chuckled, the sound reverberating through the small room. Sans covered his head as the shadow vanished from his sight. "What do you want?!"

"Come now, my dear Sans..." Sans felt hands slide on his shoulders and he spun around, aiming a bone at the wall, only to pierce the air. "You know exactly what I want....only now I have an additional...requirement." Sans felt something wrap around his wrists and ankles, lifting him into the air. The shadow merged from the wall, a white face grinning and looking down at him. "I require the human."

"I'll rot in Hell before I let you lay one damned finger on his head!" Sans snapped. He tried to summon a Blaster, but a tendril shot out, shattering it instantly. Shit!

"Heh, coming from one of the laziest monsters in the entire Underground? Oh how you've changed Sans..." Hands appeared and forced Sans to look up into the figure's singular, purple eye. "You used to be so filled with hope and life....then after the atrocious crime you caused-"

"No! That was all you!" Sans snarled, baring his teeth angrily at the figure. "I won't let-mmmph!!!!!" Tendrils wrapped tightly around his mouth, and his left eye flared with fury.

"So rude to interrupt." The figure chuckled, but there was no humor in its tone. "However it turned out....I was cursed into that pit of darkness." Sans struggled as the figure moved towards the curtained, broken machine at the end of the room. Fear filled his bones and he struggled more, his Soul glowing brightly in his chest. "I have seen things you can only imagine my dear Sans....things you would never wish to see."

Sans managed to break free when bones shot from the ground, destroying the tendrils. The curtain blew off, a dim black glow coming from the large, glass structure. Sans got to his feet in a vain attempt to run, but tendrils shot out, tripping him up. "I have gained a sort of....control over the Void. But I cannot interact with the worlds and timelines I have born witness to." Sans dug his fingers into the tiled floor, struggling as he was dragged. Blood leaked from his fingertips as he clawed desperately at the floor. More tendrils shot out, some gripping the edges of his eye sockets, others covering his mouth before he had the chance to scream. "But I learned something...interesting. There was one being I could interact with...aside from that little boy."

Sans was yanked hard, his fingers releasing their death grip on the floor as he was thrown inside the large, glass machine. He slammed against the machine, his screams blocked by the thick glass. The figures face split into a large grin, his head tilting at an unnatural angle. "That those with even the tiniest shard of my scattered Soul.....can be used. Isn't that a wonderful coincidence, my dear Sans?" A finger pressed a large, red button and the figure moved into the machine as it whirred to life. "Now then....shall we?"

The large machine sparked and groaned as Sans felt a tar like substance slowly engulf his body. He struggled against it, his eye lights filled with unbridled horror. Sans let out a loud scream...…

.........But nobody came.

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"Do not worry tiny Frisk!" Papyrus smiled as they headed home, the sun setting behind them. "I am quite positive that Sans is ok!"

"I dunno Pappy...I mean, he didn't look really good...." Frisk mumbled, wringing his hands anxiously.  Toriel placed a gentle paw on his shoulder, giving him a warm smile. "Mama..."

"It will be alright Frisk. We've only been on the Surface for half a year...perhaps he is just exhausted." Toriel's gentle voice soothed the worry in Frisk's Soul and he suddenly felt himself being lifted into the air, placed in a choke hold and noogied. "Undyne!"

"Ngaaahh! Don't you worry about that lazy sack of bones Friskster!" Undyne  said, grinning. "I'm sure he just didn't wanna walk around!"

"I-I-I don't know U-Undyne..." Alphys pointed out worriedly. "H-He had been looking and acting odd lately....I-I agree with Frisk here...." Frisk was put down and Alphys hugged him. "B-But if Sans wasn't well.....Papyrus w-w-w-would have made him stay home."

"That is right! I am very good at telling when my brother is more lazy than normal!" Papyrus pounded his chest proudly. They opened the door and entered the living room, only to be greeted by Sans standing there. "Sans! Why are you not in bed?!"

"Aww, maybe he felt guilty for leaving?" Toriel smiled a little as they all walked further into the living room. Sans remained motionless, his face looking downward. "Sans?"

"....You're back a bit early...." Sans's voice was low and quiet, and it made Frisk shudder slightly.

"W-W-well Frisk was worried about you!" Alphys said. "S-So-"

"He was....that's nice..." The group moved a little closer to Sans, curious and worried. "Makes this...easier."

"Sans?" Black sludge dripped onto the ground and he looked up at Frisk. "Guys! Mo-" Tendrils shot out from under Sans's feet and slammed against the group, sending them flying to separate corners of the room. "No!" Frisk went to run after them when sharp, black, dripping bones formed around him like a cage.

"And where do you think you are going?" The voice seemed to echo from Sans, but he didn't show signs of speaking. "I need you, little human child...."

"Who are you?! You're not Sans!" Frisk narrowed his eyes, his red Soul glowing in his chest. "What do you want?!"

"Rather observant....and that face of yours shows your Determination easily, if the glow of your Soul did not." Sans floated softly off the ground as he moved closer to the cage. "However....you are wrong. I am Sans.....and he is me."

"Sans!" Sans tilted his head and moved aside with ease as a blue spear shot out.

"Hmph, Undyne...his memories show that you are quite the strong monster..." Sans floated backwards and looked up at her. His left eye glowed and flashed, rows of bone forming in front of her. She dodged and hopped on the couch, leaping off of it with a spear in her hand. "But you are arrogant." A tendril came at her side and coiled around her tightly and she grit her teeth, struggling to break free. "And a fool."

"Sans, let the human go!" Sans turned his head to see Papyrus looking at them with worry. For a moment, Sans hesitated before another tendril coiled around Papyrus, lifting him high up as well. "Brother pl-"

"Papyrus....he truly does care for you." A low, gurgling laugh made its way from Sans's throat as his right eye seemed to bleed with black sludge. "A pity he is not awake right now..."

"L-Let them-" Alphys was grabbed before she could reach for a small remote, the device being crushed as it was tossed against a wall.

"Ah, Alphys." Before he could finish speaking, a fire pillar formed in front of him and he took a step back. "Well..." He turned and his grin widened, head tilting. "Your Majesty....it is an honor."

"You...I do not know who you are or what you want, but you will release my child and my family!" Toriel's face was pulled into a snarl, fire swirling around her feet and engulfing her right hand. She screamed and flung flames at the cage around Frisk and rushed at Sans, both hands engulfed in flames. "RELEASE THEM!" She halted when Frisk was held in front of him, a ghostly white hand around Frisk's neck, squeezing tight. "Frisk-"

"I do not need the human in perfect condition, your Majesty." Sans grinned, another hand petting Frisk's head. "So go on ahead....I have never seen flames melt skin from muscle and bone." Toriel faltered long enough for a tendril to coil tightly around her, snuffing the flames from her hands.

"Mom!" Frisk struggled as his family were slammed hard on the ground. "No! No, stop it!" Tears streamed down his face as he watched the others get constantly slammed on the ground. "Please...please stop....stop...."

"Then you will come with me." Their limp bodies were lifted and sharp, black bones were positioned in front of their chests, each of their Souls shining before it. "Or I will wipe them out, one at a time." Frisk sobbed as Sans threw them all towards the other end of the living room, his left eye glowing. "We are leaving."

"F..Frisk....." Toriel struggled to sit up as Frisk reached for her, tears streaming down his cheeks as Sans's tight grip prevented him from moving.

"Mommy! MOMMY!!!" Frisk screamed as they both vanished, leaving the monsters alone in the house.

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Toriel and Papyrus went to work healing everyone's injuries. "What the hell is wrong with that stupid skeleton?!" Undyne pounded her fist against the carpet. 

"Why I'm gonna-"

"I told you Undyne! That was not Sans!" Papyrus snapped, his fingers shaking. "It...it wasn't...there's no way...."

"Papyrus, sweetie, please calm down." Toriel said, her own voice shaking. "Let's focus on this right now."

"L-look at yourself M-Miss Toriel..." Alphys said. "You're st-t-ill hurt and-"

"I am fine." She said, finishing healing the small monster. "And I believe you Papyrus. Sans would never act that way. Something wasn't right."

"I don't give a shit who that was, I'm gonna-"

"Language please Undyne."

"Why the hell are you scolding me for that?! That stupid skeleton or whoever it was took Frisk!" She snapped, standing up and brushing her shoulders slightly. 

"We have no idea where they went or what that...whoever wanted!" Alphys fidgeted where she stood, holding her tail. "Alph? Something wrong?"

"I-I...I may....have an idea....b-b-but...it's far fetched and....and I'm not certain..." Alphys admitted, trembling.

"Alphys, anything to help find my brother would be greatly appreciated!" Papyrus chimed in, walking over to her. Undyne placed a hand on her shoulder, Toriel on the other.  

"Go ahead dear. What is it?" Alphys took a deep breath and nodded.

"S-Sans t-t-told me of someone once....s-someone he was...nervous about." Alphys said softly. "I-I don't remember him exactly....but Sans described to me what....what he can do....how he acts and speaks....." She sighed. "And...he would know the former Queen..."

"Alph, it's alright. You can tell us." Undyne smiled and she took another deep breath.