Lingering Dust

Enough.

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I wanted to write something for their fanfic (Repeated Reincarnation), so this happens.

This is non-canon. And this is set on Palin's (the protagonist) first hundred reincarnations- he hasn't gone insane in a while

ACT I: Crimson Dust

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He woke up frantically in cold sweat as he sat up, almost letting out a shrill scream.

Thankfully, he stopped himself on time, he didn't want to alert anyone nearby, especially in this unknown and new surroundings from before.

He was fucking sliced in half just minutes ago. He silently cried in pain, hugging himself to hopefully alleviates the unbearable pain in his midsection.

It didn't.

After hours of crying, he composed himself, not wanting to succumb to the overwhelming emotions.

He looked around for a bit in his new surroundings, finding out that he had ended up in a... messy bedroom. He wanted to know what Sans he is now in this life. He found a mirror at the far corner of the room, his sockets widened in shock and dread.

He hates who the mirror was reflecting; it was Fell Sans, but the fanon one.

He glared witheringly at the chain collar on his neck, as if it could turn to dust by his gaze alone.

Then a door slammed open, startling him as he let out a yelp.

"GET YOUR PATHETIC LAZY ASS OUT HERE AND GO TO YOUR STATION, YOU WEAK DOG!"

Oh boy, here we go.

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Turns out, he wasn't even the original Fell Sans in this life. He was just a mere copy, and a pathetic one at that.

This life's Star Council was weird- they usually wouldn't allow copies into their team? group? or whatever it's called.

He sat right next to the original Fell Sans, nicknamed Fell, and he was a big jerk. Who thought it would be a good idea to make two Fell Sanses sit next to each other?

By the way, he nicknamed himself Red in this life, cuz why not?

He didn't bother to listen to the meeting discussions, and just patted his stomach area repeatedly, trying to soothe the lingering pain from his previous life.

"aww, is this loser in pain? babybones gonna cry?" Fell mocked him with a malicious grin that he so badly wanted to punch right off his face.

"fuckin' leave me alone, asshole." He growled in warning.

"or what? you gonna kill me with your weak ass?" Fell sneered.

"aight," He stood up, gaining most of the council's attention. "you wanna go, you bitch?"

"NO FIGHTING!!" Both Swap Sanses, the original and the first copy intervened before he started attacking.

He just growled in frustration as he sat back down, ignoring the smug grin on Fell right beside him.

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Why?

Whywhywhy?

Why is everyone in this life mocking him- calling him weak and pathetic?

"HAH! YOU THINK YOU CAN STAND UP AGAINST ME? HOW PATHETIC. IT'S TIME FOR YOUR PUNISHMENT, YOU LOWLY DOG! TO THE TORTURE CHAMBER, NOW!"

Stop it. Stop calling him pathetic.

"heh, just cuz you look like me, doesn't mean i can pity you for being so damn weak."

Pleasestop

"ARE YOU REALLY A FELL SANS? PFFT- I PITY FOR THE OTHER FELL SANSES, YOU'RE JUST EMBARRASSING ALL OF THEM!"

Stopitstopitstopitstopitplease-

"HAHAHA! dude, you're so fucking weak!" Even the Dark Sanses are making fun of him.

Painful memories from his past lives flashes in his mind, remembering how he fought valiantly in each one.

He's. not. weak.

"Is this really all you got? How disappointing."

That's it.

He had enough of this. He'll show all of them who's 'weak'.

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He laughed maniacally as he slaughtered every monster in his AU, LV coursing through him. His magic became more powerful and dangerous at each kill.

He swiftly dodges everything at him in ease, grinning at them manically before killing them.

He, of course, left the best for last.

"ohhh, papyrus!" He called out mockingly, chuckling at how the tables have turned. "the captain of the royal guard- hiding from a weakling like me~ makes me really flattered, tibia honest!" He roared in laughter, sounding deranged.

He can hear a sharp intake of breath from behind a tree, making him grin in dark amusement.

"found ya~" He purred devilishly as he impaled them with boiling hot red bone attacks, earning a scream of pure agony from Papyrus.

He relished the sounds of his screams, smiling darkly with close eye sockets.

He turned around, now satisfied. He pulled his hood up before blasting Papyrus into smithereens.

"you're next, fell." He announced with a malevolent grin.

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"look at what we have here..." He sneered at Fell as he held his now dead AU's trident from Asgore.

He had Fell held captive at an old and forgotten AU, which makes it a perfect place for this. He also had him wear magic-nullifying collar, making his shortcuts unavailable.

Fell sweatdropped, looking nervous. "h-hey, all the things i said about ya was a joke. it was all in good fun!"

He deadpanned at that. "well, from my perspective, it wasn't in 'good fun'. yer just straight up insulting me every chance you get."

"well i- i'm sorry-"

"you're not sorry."

Then he tortured him until he felt satisfied.

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He killed Fell after getting bored of torturing him.

He then started going after the rest who had wronged him, enjoying their fear and screams.

His name was changed from Red to Ash, the Star Council were the ones who renamed him as that. Speaking of the devil—

Ohhh~ They were allied with the Dark Sanses now? Oh, how flattering. He was such a big threat that they set aside differences to stop him.

He knows he's gonna die here— he's completely outnumbered. But he's not going down without a fight.

He grinned manically, scaring a few of the Star Council.

He lunged forward.

END

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Do you know how much I love Fell Sans :>