My Choice {An AU Fanfiction} {Hiatus}

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      Killer knew he was dead. He looked toward Dream. He was dead, too. He wanted to move his body, he needed to help. Nightmares movements were fast. Killer knew he wanted to live.
"Fine," The words came out a faint whisper from between Killers teeth. "I need your help."
The tentacle hit him as the world flew away to a new one. He felt movement in his legs as they gave way and he hit the grass below. He was alive.

     "Is he ok?" Killer mumbled. A figure approached him in gray.
     Core Frisk blinked, "You out of people concerned about him.. huh, are you sure you aren't from another Multiverse?"
     He sneered at the comment, relaxing his body once all the extra negativity that had overwhelmed him only a moment ago vanished.
     "Thanks." He said. Core shrugged.

     Killer stood up, stumbling. His head ached again. He looked around, spotting Dream on the floor a few feet from him, hardly hearing his own sigh of relief. The skeleton was out cold but not turning to dust, he was ok. Killer turned towards Core. They had a point, this was weird, wasn't it? But in a way, it made sense, Dream always saw good in people and had tried to help even Nightmare before him. He was stunned at the thought that Nightmare had once been a scared little skeleton that just wanted someone to talk to.

Killer sighed. Nightmare.. what happened to you before this? Why didn't you ever talk about it with me? He sat down next to Dream. Maybe I could ask him.. Dream stirred, and his eyes peaked open. Killer could feel the yellow skeletons aura growing again as he gained consciousness.
"Mm.. where are we?" Dream mumbled, eyes locked on Killer.
"The.. Omega Timeline.." Killer answered.
     Dream smiled, closing his eyes, "Ah."

     Core walked up next to Killer, watching Dream as well, "You brother isn't coming, you can stay as long as you need."
     Dream nodded before leaping to his feet. "Alright! I'm better!" He turned to face them, still smiling wide. "Thank you Core, I'm glad you two got to talk."
     Killers face turned red, rising up as well. Dreams aura was as bright as ever, sometimes he wish it didn't affect him like Core, but it was still nice to feel relaxed after what happened.
     "I'll be going then." Core simply stated before vanishing into the wind.

     Killer wasn't sure what to say. Dream had already seemed to throw what happened over his shoulder, or had he? He was the embodiment of positivity after all. It was his job to be positive about everything. Killer wondered if this was a good time for him to ask about Nightmare. When was a good time?
     "Uhm, Dream-" Killer started, but then more figures approached.
     "Dream, is that you?" One called, the others sharing their smile.
     "Oh, hello everyone, it's good to see you again!" Dream smiled, turning away from Killer.

     The figures started to form around Dream and joyfully chat with him as if meeting a long lost friend. Killer blinked and went quiet. He recognized a few of them: Sans', Toriels, a few Alphys' and more. He'd been to their AU's with Nightmare, a few with Cross. He shivered, zipping up his hood to try to cover his still visible red soul. Without the features that came with the unbearable hate, it was the only recognizable piece in who he was. As he feared, a few of them noticed him, curiously approaching.

     "Who's this with you?" One of the Toriels asked, smiling softly at Killer. "Is he from a newly destroyed AU? Oh poor thing, don't be scared.."
     Killer backed away from the Toriel, Dream looked at him and acknowledged how he covered his soul the best he could.
     "Well, yes, he's-" Dream barely finished before the others approached Killer. "-try not to crowd him, please! He a bit anxious, you all understand, right?"
     They turned to Dream and nodded, a few mumbling apologies to Killer before backing away.

     "Well.. do you want to introduce yourself?" Dream asked, the question far different for Killer than the other figures around Dream.
     Killer hated everything he had been forced to do, all he thought was fun and just a game back then. And now, he was faced with his past actions. All the welcoming faces before him. Some caused by someone else, maybe Error, but many were him. Even Nightmare tried to stop his need for murder. He wanted to make them suffer, you just put them out of their misery. Is something he thought to himself then.

     When Killer didn't respond, Dream approached him. "It's ok if you don't want to.." He mumbled so only he could hear, "These are good people, they'll understand.."
     Dream was so naive sometimes. Killer knew he didn't deserve his sympathy, their sympathy. He sighed. If he ever wanted to move on, he had to speak up now. He walked past Dream and unzipped his jacket again. He couldn't be afraid. Some of their expression shifted, recognition, perhaps, or just confusion.
    
     "I-I have been given the name Killer," Killer said. "but I am just Sans, too."
     I didn't come to the Omega Timeline because I didn't want to run from my past. He had told Dream that once. The truth was he was running from it by not coming here. Nightmare had built a coward of him, always making sure that he never faced his past or the consequences of it. Now, because of him, he had no choice but to go head first into it.
     "I've come here because I can no longer hide from what I've done, I am a true monster for it.."

     "Indeed you are." The only Asgore in the group stepped forward, his glare sharp. "Is this one of your tricks, Killer? You come to laugh at us as soon as we find peace?" Killer didn't respond, the Asgore was overwhelming in Killers current state. "You're lucky, if Dream was not backing you up I'd tear you to shreds!"
     "Asgore! I do not care if you're not mine, do not treat our guest that way!" The Toriel from before growled.
     "It's fine.." Killer said. "I understand that you don't trust me."

     The Asgore stood his ground, not eyeing the Toriel. "You're one to speak of trust.. we're all monsters, but you're the most foul. Go run back to your owner, we don't want you here."
     "Will you at least let him speak?" Dream asked, giving him a slight glare. The Asgore grunted. "Go on Killer."
     Killer looked at the others behind Asgore. Some matched his glare, some looked scared. They were murmuring amongst themselves, explaining to those who were confused, questioning whether this was a trick or not.

     Then he saw a Papyrus, his eyes sympathetic like the Toriels. He felt guilt come over him. He recognized the Papyrus, one of the ones that had mistaken him for his brother because of his simple features. He nearly killed him, but Ink had intervened. Yet, he gave him that look as if he was the one who had gone through it. He couldn't do it, he didn't deserve forgiveness for what he had done. You're a monster. He dropped down. You don't deserve to be in their presence after what you have done. The voice was too much. He ignored the mumbles of concern around him. He curled up, then he started to cry.