Guiltale

Chapter Twenty-Six: A Colorful Lesson

I blinked. "No, I've never made a weapon before. Is that even possible for me? What with my weak lineage and all. Plus, I'm not sure I'd be able to do it at all with the whole 'magic is poison' thing..."

Sans rested his fist on his chin. "i don't really see why not, after all, you're a wizard. supposedly any wizard has the potential. its no wonder you haven't made one tho – they only appear when you really need them the first time, it's actually a little controversial..."

My eyes widened. "Controversial? How come?"

"they only appear when you really, actually want someone hurt. for monsters that often means when theyre in mortal peril, and they want their assailant to get hurt – doesn't have to be wishing death on them, just wanting them to be hurt."

"Whoa... that's... oh. I guess I never put together before that the only monsters I've seen who use weapons were people who were in the war or... something else..." I sat on the counter of Sans' sentry station, trying to remember what monsters I've seen with something like that. "I wonder if Grillby has one?"

"He does, he just doesn't like to show people cause it's a bit taboo, like I said. im sure he'd be okay to show you if you asked though – i think he sees you like a niece or somethin."

"I wish I could have a sparring match to get a weapon out of me... I'd feel much more secure with one from now on."

"you're outta luck, i'm afraid. im not exactly a choice sparring partner, especially for this... youd want to actually hurt me for it to work, yaknow?"

I put my head in my hands, resting on my knees. "Oh yeah?"

Sans' eyes turned purple again, and suddenly...

He was gone.

I jumped, looking in every direction until I found him – behind the desk, his hood up. "Sans...?!" I called out.

Sans jumped, standing straight before relaxing and letting out a sigh, turning to me again. he shrugged, holding out his arm. "anyway, you might as well get some more practice in before you go. i'll judge your form and stuff." He remarked, pretending that he didn't just give me the biggest emotional reaction I'd ever seen from him. I decided to go along with it – not really my place to probe.

I nodded and began to focus on the magic in my SOUL.

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"yeah, that was a good one!" Sans encouraged as he sat behind his desk, eating a hotdog that I had no idea how he got ahold of.

I wiped sweat from my brow. I'd only been practicing for about twenty minutes, but it felt like much longer – and I'd been checking, for obvious reasons. Under the surface, I was incredibly anxious about spending too much time here and having Undyne come back to check on the area. It was completely exposed on either side and there weren't many places to hide. Sans didn't seem too worried though, so I took that as a sign that we were okay for now – though I knew we were both the type to act coolly in inappropriate situations...

So far I'd managed to get four bones coming out of the ground in alternating sizes, all yellow (my default color) and I'd even been able to make what Sans called an 'improvised weapon'; a simple bone bullet I could wield as a club. It didn't count as a real, capital W 'Weapon', apparently, but was a good skill to have regardless.

Sans gave me a thumbs up. "youre starting to have your own patterns, that's good!"

"They're not very unique or complicated, though..." I sighed, dropping all my bullets.

"everyone starts out like that though. id even say you're making pretty good progress."

Chara gave me a thumbs up. "Oui, tu est doing well!"