I Want To Forget (Killer Sans x Reader)

Chapter 27- Getting Help

(~Your POV + Time Skip~)

I screamed from sheer anger and exhaustion, "WHY CAN'T YOU DIE ALREADY?!" Nightmare, as Chara called him, was practically invincible. Every attack I hit him with was like nothing. His smile only got wider and his tentacles grew bigger and sharper.

Something inside me told me to run, to get away from him. I actually felt fear, seeing him here. Being disappointed in myself, I fiercely shook the feeling away.

Nightmare gives me a wild look, his face having a wide and distorted smile. He tilts his head, answering, "It's frustrating, isn't it? You just don't get it. You're not the only one that's fueled by negative emotions. You think that your anger will give you some sort of advantage over me. You're sorely mistaken. It'll wear off, you'll grow weaker, and I'll still be stronger. It's useless. Just drop the act Chara. Let the girl go and we'll settle this properly."

Chara laughs beside me, showing a similar maniac expression, "AfTer ALL I wENt ThRouGh? You seriously think I would listen to YOU?! HAHAHAHA- YOU REALLY ARE AS IDIOTIC AND DELUSIONAL AS THE OTHERS!"

Chara fused into her scary creature, a pure manifestation of her hate. It let out a ear-piercing scream and lunged back into battle. It charged for Nightmare and he prepared for it, his tentacles stretching out and grabbing around it's limbs and mouth. The sheer size and force of it still forced Nightmare back, away from everyone else.

'He's really done it now. With Chara fueling it with rage and assisting it, that thing will tear him apart, even if Nightmare is made out of self repairable goop.'

That creature is filled with pure bloodlust. Being connected with Chara still, I can feel it too. I take this moment to catch my breath, but the voices in my mind continued.

'Keep going. Get them. Make sure no one is left. Stop being weak. Get stronger.'

"Y/N, it's Ink! Please, you don't have to do this!" I hear my name and turn. The skeleton with the brown clothing and paintbrush is standing to my left. It almost made me smirk when I saw how he's keeping his distance.

'He's afraid of me. He should be.'

Glancing to my right, I catch sight of the other skeleton. The one with the fluffy hood and black marks on his face. He's never stopped staring at me, with this look. I can't even put it into words. Immense guilt, vulnerability, fear, shock, maybe a mix of all of them. He has this empty stare in his dark eye sockets, like he's dying inside. His motivation is a flickering flame, ready to go out at any second. He hasn't moved an inch or spoke a word either.

'What is he even doing here?'

I couldn't help but feel... extreme amounts of sadness and remorse.. I don't want him to see me like this. But what have I done? Why does his opinion of me matter so much?! They're the ones attacking us!

Next thing I knew, I had been staring at him for too long. I foolishly let myself get distracted. Ink had gotten closer and tackled me to the floor. I let out shrill screams, struggling with him, "LET GO OF ME! YOU MONSTER, I HATE ALL OF YOU!"

The skeleton kept his grip, staying on top of me. He looked heartbroken, his oddly-shaped pupils changing as he spoke firmly, "You didn't always feel like that, Y/N. You need to remember. We're your friends! You attacked Horror, Y/N. Can't you see that?! You hurt him!"

'Horror.'
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'Horror..... I.. hurt Horror..'
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'I know him.. Don't I?'
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'No! NONE OF THIS IS MAKING ANY SENSE! I DON'T REMEMBER ANY OF IT! LIARS!'