The corridors of the core where the humans walked bore the marks of battle. The floor was crumpled and pockmarked, the walls were scorched and blackened in places, and sparks crackled and leapt from the cuts in the wires exposed beneath the fallen metal plates. The dust on the floor kicked up with each step the human took. The human ran a hand through his hair nervously and muttered something that sounded like annoyance.
"Ah.... You're late again."
He stopped in his tracks at the sound of a crash around the corner. The human pressed his back against the wall. Vibrations traveled through the wall. There was the sound of metal crunching and clanging. Shouts mingled with the sounds. The sound of a wedge, something cutting through the air, and then someone fell to the floor with a thud. The humans cautiously poked their heads out, hoping to ambush them if they had the chance. Alas, there was no chance. It was only a matter of moments before the human's red soul turned blue and was impaled on the opposite wall. No bones popped out of the wall. Instead, a blue shard of bone flew out and pierced his shoulder. The human stopped moving. The blue bones were damaging, and if he moved to pull them out, it would be a bad idea.
"You're late."
The human's mouth twisted at the words, and he turned to see a familiar figure crumble behind him, the Knight Knight. His lost mace clattered to the dust. The human frowned at the flying dust. He wanted to raise his hand to shield it, but the bone in his shoulder prevented him from doing so.
"Blue, you know what you're doing, you'd better not move. I'm done with this to the core anyway. I'm faster than you again, so you might as well give up now."
"I don't want to. Do I look like the kind of person who would give up?"
"No."
Sands shook his head.
"You know that well enough, human, you can't beat me."
"Well, I don't know yet, and I wouldn't jump to conclusions based on a few wins."
The human stifled the urge to sarcastically remark, "You used to be tough, too, but you got your head cut off, didn't you? He needed to keep the conversation going and get more information, even if it was just a little bit of information, if he was going to get the Sands, which were not fixed and always changing.
"How many times has your LOVE stopped at 6? I'm sure it's been more than ten. Heh, I'm pretty good at what I do, aren't you, Pop?"
"You're still crazy."
"Who, me?"
"Yeah, there's someone else here besides you."
"There's Papyrus, too, right here, don't you see?"
Sands pointed over his left shoulder. The human looked in that direction, but there was nothing to be seen, just the hallway beyond. The human frowned, wondering if he was talking about his brother, the one I'd killed.
"There's no one there."
"You're not here, Pop."
The human said in an irritated voice, forgetting about the blue bones and unconsciously trying to cross his arms, stopping at the pain that tore at his shoulders.
"Why don't you get rid of this thing. It's getting in the way."
"No. I know what you're doing."
"Or cut to the chase, because if you're not killing me by leaving me hanging like this, it's not because you have something you want to say."
"Maybe. I'm glad you're willing to talk."
"Yeah. Thanks to whoever's stuffing you against the wall. Whoever put you in this position."
