Undertale : One Shots 2024 【PROSHIPPING】

Murder!Dusk/Pacifist!Frisk

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> !! Strong languages <

"Yeah like fuckin' hell would Frisk care."

No hesitation whatsoever, Sans strike one sharp carved bone through the text box he is familiar with. Shattered glasses crumbling down the dusty ground.

That exact text box would appear by the main menu. It's a clear sign.

The human has fallen down.

Something snapped in him.

"Practically beggin' lil bitch."

Sans crackles as he stumble across Grillby's. His anger and sanity has taken control over his patience.

He can't let the human win.

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Frisk gasps from her unconsciousness, vision slightly blurry as she tries to rub her eyes.

"This.. is the flowerbed."

She interacted with the flowerbed.
A wave of panic came across her as she shuddered at the sound of cold wind blowing through the ruins.

"This can't be... I-I resets...?"

Frisk tried to pinch herself to wake up. Her hands shaking, she's not waking up!

Quickly Frisk mustered up to get to the next room... Greeted by that familiar little flower.

In utter disbelief, she take the 'friendliness pallets' to see if Flowey's dialogue gonna change.

But it's the same.

"How did I reset...." Feeling overwhelmed by the situation, Flowey began to felt something off about 'this' human.

"Did you even listen to my speech idiot-"

The flower was threw off to the corner of the room by Toriel's magic.

Frisk felt ease and relieved. As much as Frisk misses her old timeline, she still loves the Toriel she once met.

She guides her through the ruins this time though. So that's a little different...

It turns out she already made the pie.

Which she claim not remembering doing so.

When Frisk went to doze off on the bed. She heard a sudden creek coming from the door, her front was facing the wall.

The presence felt strong... yet familiar. yet maliciously threatening.

Frisk with all her courage turns around to see nothing....

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The next hour she woke up from her short nap, she notices the home is... empty and quiet.

There's no pie served. This is not the play through she remembers..,

Stepping outside the home that leads to the ruins, Frisk came across a shadowy silhouette under the black tree branches.

Face covered with hood.

Dusts everywhere. Dusts are everywhere. From corner to corner.

Frisk flinches at the sight of the witness... or the murderer.

"W-who are you?!?" Frisk manage to spoke from the silence.

"Hey pal... kiddo..."

A white smile shines underneath the darkness. His eyes flaming blue and yellow.

"S-Sans? Sans is that you?"

She felt her heart skip a beat at the sound of him. Her potential, love interest in her world...
Knowing he would remember, she immediately tries to approach him closer.

"Always so eager..." His voice sounds dangerous, causing Frisk to step back.

"H-huh? Um.. Sans... what's going on..."

His hand reach out to crush her red soul and tightly crumbling it before turning it into dark blue.

Taking the force, he crash Frisk onto the tree branches before one of his legs pinned her shoulder onto the wall. Her body shudders in fear.

"Thinkin' ya so good hm?"

He threatened her by holding onto her soul. Her soul is struggling to escape his grasps. Her body feld pressed in a way she doesn't like it, Sans would never look at her this way..

Sans grumbles angrily. His soul is fuming with anger.

"S-sans! What is going on??"
She tried to reach out for Sans but he uses one blue bone to pin her hands above her head from moving.

"Oh, I will tell you what is fucking going on."

Frisk winches at the heavy word.

"Kiddo..."

Heavy breathing escaping his mouth.

"I'll kill everyone before you could."

Frisk froze at the idea of killing everyone. He doesn't mean... the whole underground right?

"Sans I-I don't understand..."
She jolted before his hands choke her. Causing her HP to drop until one health left.

Within a blink, he teleported away...

Frisk is badly injured. Her breath hitches and tries to regain her breath. Her heart beating fast and she could hear it drumming...

"T-Toriel-"

"..Child.. What have you done...?"

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