Endless possibilities (Underfell Sans x Gender Neutral Reader)*BEING REWRITTEN!*

Chapter 40

TW: Lots of descriptions of blood and death!!

Drip.
Drip.
Splat.

Blood stained the the stone cold floor. Staining the streams. Staining the flowers.
Echo flowers echoed your pained screams.
It was sickening.

You laid on the wet floor, drowning in a puddle of your own blood.
A spear stuck out of your leg, while another had impaled just below your chest.
Everything hurt. Your vision was hazy. Staying awake was a challenge. 

At the start, it was simple dodging her attacks. You just needed to match her speed.
But she progressively got faster. And before you knew it, you had a spear sticking out of your leg.
You knew not to pull it out. It would only make it worse. But it sure hurt. It was painful. It was disgusting to look at.

Distracted by the pain is how you got stabbed a second time.

Throughout the fight, you noted Undyne's hesitance. She seemed hesitant to fight. It was comforting that you both shared that same hesitance. 

But it wasn't going to get you through this fight. 

You panted. You couldn't control your breathing. It was uneven. Slowly becoming impossible to even it out. 

Undyne swiftly threw the spear beside you. A warning. A way to cause intimidation. A symbol of victory. 

"If only you were a bit faster. Too bad you're pathetically weak." She scoffed. It was like poison.

You coughed, blood splattering over your hands. It was disgusting. Your mouth tasted of iron. You would gag, but the spears impaled in your body prevented you from moving. From anything. 

It hurt all over. 

Where was Flowey. 

Sans. 

Papyrus.

Frisk?

How did shit end up here? Weren't you at home just a minute ago? Just getting fired from your job? 

It was all going so fast, like the breaks didn't work. It was speeding out of control, too fast for your liking. 

Toriel. 

Those monsters. 

Chara. 

How could they think that this is the right thing to do? To kill others for the sake of someone's benefit?

You were snapped out of your thoughts when a tall outline stopped in front of you. Is this really how you died?

You didn't want to see your mother. Not yet, anyways. She wouldn't want to see you this early either. 

"You're pitiful. Giving up. It's embarrassing."

Another spear appeared in her hand.

You had no strength to move to the side.

"Killing you right now would be giving you mercy."

She aimed it. 

You braced for it. You shut your eyes, waiting to feel your soul seperate from your body. 

But a knife had narrowly missed Undyne's head, interrupting her. 

"H-Huh? WHO THREW THAT! GET OUT HERE NOW." Undyne roared. She kept her eye on you as she circled her environment. 

Rustling from a nearby bush. 

And then another knife was aimed at her head. 

She easily dodged it. She glared at the bush, keeping her stand. A small figure came out of the bush, holding a variety of knives, each by their blade.