Horrorshift... X reader

The Final Days

[Narrator, 3rd PoV]

In just a few days the uppermost part of the continent is overrun. Chara has dissapeared, but Y/n thinks she ran into the distant town. The sky has a pink hue to it, the clouds dispersing at the touch.

Mt Ebott and the New Capital monsters built have been under siege for almost a week now, with no signs of stopping. Humans, as it turns out, are terrible at surviving moments that they make movies from.

Groups have tried everything that they see in movies, staying quiet, smearing zombie blood on themselves, and living up high. They all died grusome deaths, even now you'd be able to look at the horde and see who was one of these idiots.

Zombies, walking corpses with decaying bodies. Usually this would make them less of a threat as time goes on, but it seems quite the opposite. The hordes mutate every 10 days, small mitations, but still mutations.

[PoV change, Screen_04, Player]

'Another murderer....boring.' I sigh deeply as the mirror closes, the figure on the other side covered in dust. 'Why arent there any fun timelines here? What happened to...wait a second...' I had an amazing idea, theres a specific group that I could....influence to help me.

The portal opens, and I step onto a white abyss. The entire place, the Antivoid, is a glaring white, opposite from my usual scenery of the Void. But now isnt the time for arguing over wall color, because I see who I needed.

A child, human, in black and white clothing, sits on the 'ground' with their red eyes staring at nothing. The outline surrounding them shine a transparent purple, and yet I step towards them.

"Hello, Who are you?"
"My name? Call me....

Kine, Kine Morto. And I'm your Phobia"

[PoV change, Time Change, Settings, Save menu....Author]

'What did I do!? How, how'd this happen?' Author runs around the room, hands on their head as a bright Pink Soul floats in the middle. 'This-this wasnt supposed to be her! I wanted to fix it I-' Authors train of thought gets interrupted by blue strings grabbing the soul and breaking through the window into the void.

"Well fuck."

[PoV Change, Bites/Horrorshift Chara]

Run. All I know, is to run. Everyone will hate me, I'll be shot, burned.....k-killed. Nothing but corpses, the skies turning pink...thats probably also my fault. I c-cant enjoy chocolate anymore, I dont deserve it. Human tatses fine I guess, but I....I miss it, the joys of having friends.

[Technical Difficulties]

Sans looks at the hordes marching aimlessly around the gates. He sighs with nonexistant lungs, and his eye sparks to life, igniting the flames of power his magic stores.
Sans hops down from the wall, a large bone in his hand acting as a hammer. He smacks down on the bodies and makes them fly into the air.
Blasters materialize between Sans and the rotting flesh, and fire beams of energy from the mouths. He breaths heavily, his eyes flicker away as bones slowly lose their pushing force.

His hand lowers, and his smile lessens. A rusted blade is swung down at him, and while he cant physically close his eyes he forces himself not to look.

9999!

The sky....isnt it beutiful? A lovely shade of pink, wonder what it means....