Fairytale Complex - [Undertale | Sans x Reader]

Chapter Twenty Six | HOPE

          Sans isn't moving anymore.

          Everyone stares at his unresponsive body like an unfolding myth.

          Everything stills like a movie on pause, and everyone looks at each other like they're not sure what to do: scream, cry, panic, or all of the above.

          "Sans!"

          At the sound of your voice now as weak as your body feels after all your resisting against her muscly arms, Undyne sighs and lets you out of her chokehold when you've relented against kicking and squirming, though your heart feels like it's going to do the exact same as Sans's soul did.

          "OH, HELL NO."

          The next voice to show up is quite unlike yours.

          It's loud, it's firm, it's full of determination, and it could most likely be heard from several or hundreds of miles away — even though a big metal door and the regular front door of the living room should be sufficient to partially drown out some of that power.

          Mettaton's voice cuts through the growing stagnation, and he bursts through both of the aforementioned obstacles like scissors against paper.

          "GRAB HIS SOUL AND PUT IT BACK TOGETHER, DARLING."

          Either Mettaton's voice box has severely malfunctioned, or he's genuinely still thinking he's outside the house, and that he hasn't just cleanly sliced through a metal barrier and a wooden one — because he doesn't lower his voice, not even a little, and instead points a finger at you.

          "NOW."

          Unsure of what's happening but not wanting to question whoever wants to help, Undyne makes way to the path she once blocked you from, and you rush off to where Sans is, grabbing his soul before the rest of his body fades into dust.

💔

 

. . .

 

. . . . . .

 

. . . . . . . . .

 

Thump.

 

. . .

 

. . . . . .

 

. . . . . . . . .

 

Thump.

 

. . .

 

. . . . . .

 

. . . . . . . . .