Lingering Dust

A Battle to Remember

As requested of @Galaxystar98500!

My headcanon for Palin is that he's an excellent fighter :>

I wrote this in 30 minutes—

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In an empty city in a surface AU, the residents have long evacuated. He was battling against many humans and monsters from various AUs— practically the whole multiverse against him.

His fighting style was unpredictable, and combined with his dangerous LV-filled magic, it makes him a formidable foe not meant to be underestimated. His fighting style was a mix of all of the fighting styles from his previous lives.

But even with all of that; battling against so many people all at once...

He ducked down, barely dodging a beam from a gaster blaster. He then teleported above and conjured many giant fireballs that were the average size of boulders, before charging forward with insane speed. Some teleported away or ran away, some were too slow and got hit by the fireballs, burning until they turned dust.

Ash summoned a giant menacing-looking gaster blaster hammer, as he used telekinesis on Asgore's trident to strike people down who got too close to him. He slammed the hammer onto the ground, the jaw of the gaster blaster on the hammer opened wide before firing a powerful beam, destroying the terrain around him.

Some were unfortunate and died from that, making his LV go up.

LV 27

He watched as they all struggled to recover from such a devastating attack. But the Star Sanses and the Bad Sanses were the first ones to recover, already used to enduring powerful attacks like the one he just did. Suddenly, his instinct screamed at him to get away. And so he did; he teleported far away from his spot, narrowly avoiding a rain of golden arrows and goopy tentacles sprouting from the ground on his earlier spot.

Feeling someone behind him, he summoned a bone wall to protect his back. But he was caught off guard by red hot knives stabbing him in different parts of his body. He grunted in pain before summoning an arm crossbow on both his arms.

He quickly placed Asgore's trident on his inventory as he fired arrows rapidly from his arm crossbows, some of them landing on Nightmare, Dream, and Killer— that were very far from him.

But he was so focused on firing arrows at his opponents that were distant, he didn't notice someone approaching him from behind. Then he felt excruciating pain on his back, knocking him down into the ground.

He looked up to see Dust and Horror standing in front of him. Horror looked apologetic, sweating, as Dust grinned at him, grabbing him by the collar of his sweater.

"you were one hell of an opponent, ash, i'll give you that." Dust summoned bones from the ground, impaling him. "but this ends here."

He didn't scream at the pain, only giving a deranged smile at Dust. And Horror genuinely looked sympathetic for him, looking down in what looked to be like shame.

"i'm sorry for what we've done," He heard Horror mutter softly.

He heard static ringing through his nonexistent ears before darkness overtook him.

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Act I: Crimson Dust - END -

Wait... it's not over yet..?

What else is in store for this story...?