Forgotten Phoenix (New Purpose Sequel)

Chapter 27- The Phoenix

(~Your POV~)

Frisk's devilish laughter continued as they attacked my family relentlessly with immense waves of fire magic. My strength as well as my glow grows weaker each time they drain more magic from my soul. Gaster does his best to support me as we watch.

'I'm going to disappear forever if they keep this up.'

Frisk sends another attack. Fire spreads across the floor and heads straight towards Papyrus. He jumps onto a thick bone and balances there until the fire burns itself out. They're doing their best to protect Sans and Roman. Unfortunately, in doing so they are pinned back further and further each time. Serif, for the most part, has been keeping himself hidden as Papyrus instructed him to do. The purpose of this tactic was so Serif could keep a forcefield around Sans and Roman this entire time without being killed. Papyrus is left to deal with Frisk all on his own. With each minute our family comes closer to death, I watch as the bravery fades from his eyes. Papyrus and I both know that this murderer won't stop.

Honey collapses down to one knee after teleporting away from yet another quick attack. His pupils are shaking as is his entire body. He can't keep pushing himself for much longer. His hope is fading. My magic is dying but not fast enough to save them. Frisk will continue to use it until Honey is dead. Frisk smiles and walks towards him. A red blade of magic forms in her hand while flames blaze in the other. "Any last words, comedian?"

"Since when.. d-did ya.. become so generous?"Papyrus chuckles through his heavy breathing. The sound of gibberish whispers echo through the hall. It's that language again. The one I don't understand.

'Is it Serif?'

Gaster seems to recognize it immediately. He immediately turns to Blue. We watch as Sans replies to the whispers quietly in the same language. He slowly props himself into a readied stance. He looks like one of those professional track runners in the second before they get the signal to take off. Frisk didn't notice the change. Papyrus shows no difference in his body language or his demeanor. "I don't have all day." Frisk growls. My breath grows shaky as I watch Frisk readily raise the knife above my husband's skull. "If you insist~ Here it is.." Honey takes a moment to catch his breath. Then, he speaks again, "What do you say to offend a ghost?"

'Oh you've GOT to be kidding me-'

Classic Papyrus move. I don't know whether to laugh at his nonsense timing or to kill him myself. Gaster smirks as his eyes focus to Sans instead, "Here it comes~" I finally catch a glimpse of Serif's glowing gaze from the shadows. The forcefield disappears. Like releasing a coiled spring, Blue lunges forward. Serif trades places with him next to Roman. Honey gives Frisk a wide smile as he delivers the punchline, "Ya tell it to GeT A LiFe."

Frisk screamed, liquid hate falling from their eyes, "DON'T TOY WITH ME-" "All your's, Bro." Papyrus ducks backwards and practically presses his back to the floor. Sans' body shot through the air above him. Frisk tried to dodge but Blue was already right in front of them, having a bone staff reeled back. Sans swung it like a baseball bat and it came straight into contact with Frisk's stomach. The child screeched as they were sent flying back through the hall.

Before their body could slam into the far back wall, Blue clenched his fist. An army of blue bones shot out from the wall and stops the child midair. This renders them defenseless.

'They can't move. THEY CaN'T mOvE-'

"GET 'EM BLUE!" I scream in both rejoice and disbelief. I don't care if they can't hear me. That trap was completely set and sprung.