Undertale: Fragments

Chapter 2: Save

I will love you

with the dust of who I was,

with the skin that I am now,

And with the bones

that will one day

decorate my tomb.

♡Christopher Poindexter

☆Sans

She lifts up her head, and her eyes open, flashing red irises. The familiar sinister smile set on her lips.

"Hey, Sansy." Her voice says. "Long time no see." The tone high pitched, and innocent.

No... This can't be possible.

Her hands suddenly move and shove me away. I fall backwards.

Frisk. No.

Jerking upwards, I catch a glimpse of Frisk's body racing towards the door.

"NO!" I shout, teleporting. He's almost to the door, but I intercept him. He jerks backwards, diving into the kitchen.

No... Frisk. How could this have happened? It's been ages since the last reset with... him. How can he have come back?

My soul trembles at the thought of having to fight with him again, but I stomp into the kitchen. I find him just as her body turns around. He's forcing a smile, and digging the edge of the kitchen knife into her neck.

I raise my left hand, blue magic engulfing it as I reach for her soul tainted with him.

"Careful, Sansy. Wouldn't want to lose dear old Frisk, would you? I mean, I know you have no problem killing her, but now that you're all so happy? It would be a shame to lose her now that you finally have her." That voice isn't hers. That's not Frisk, but the demon. He keeps grinning.

For a moment, I wonder if I could knock her body out before he could stab her in the neck. No, I can't risk it. If Frisk dies... she won't reset, knowing how happy everyone is.

I keep my lighted pupils on him, lowering my hand.

"Smarty Sansy. Good job figuring that I would take us both out before voluntarily disappearing again. Not while she's happy." A laugh rips through her throat, and I want to grab the demon and rip him out of Frisk's body now.

"How are you here?" I demand, keeping my voice low.

He tilts her head to the side, "Good question. I know someone summoned me, but who, is what you should be asking, Sansy."

Her body walks towards me, his smile still on her lips. "Now, listen here you smiley trash bag. We're going on a little trip, and if you decide to try and save her, both of us will go out in a drowning sea of red water. Got it, comedian?" He leans her face into mine, the arm holding the knife angled away from my reach.

I clutch my jaw tight, my eye lights disappearing.

He lets out a chuckle, then begins twisting the knife, making a bead of blood appear on her neck, just a few inches from her collarbone.

"Okay, okay. I get it." I tell him, watching the blood to make sure no more breaks free from her skin.

"Good Sansy. Now, let's move it on out! Don't want to waste precious time." He barks out laughter, forcing me to turn and walk to the door first. "Get it Sansy? Waste of precious time? Because time is meaningless to you, and me, and Frisk. It's ironic humor. Hehehe..."