My Brothers, The Skeletons (BEING REWRITTEN)

You Reap What You Sow.

It was a really cold day. Too cold for snowdin too. People were scurrying in the streets trying to find their way home. Not from the bitter cold, only to try to not see, what they had just witnessed.

The death of the final human.

No one knows exactly how he died, but the next thing everybody knew was that they were finally free.

The dead human was still outside in the arms of Toriel. He had died from the pressure forced upon him. All Robert felt was pain and then what felt like nothing but black for miles.

Toriel weeped over his motionless body. Sans just stood on his knees staring at his blank eyed victim.

Was he really dead?

Sans never killed anybody, he didn't want to either. It was a horrible feeling. Especially when he had just killed the father of his child. He promised himself he wouldn't. And now. He let his anger get the better of him. In the future when questions are asked, who would finally admit the truth?

Toriel finally let go of Robert. Setting him gently on the ground. She turned around with eyes of sorrow.

"Do you know what you just did?"she said looking dead at his eye sockets.

Sans averted his eyes away from her gaze. Feeling more guilty every time, he tried to look back.

"Tori. I-"

But before he could finish, she picked up the human and started heading in to town.

The whole scene was deja-vu. Repeating itself with a different colored string.

Toriel knew that Robert would die. But she didn't want it to be in her trustworthy friend's hands.

She needed to find Undyne. So that she could deliver his soul quick.

But it was too late. His blackened soul was rising out of his chest. Making everyone around them frightened. They never seen a heart so dark and cold. It was like that shadow of what once was.

It started to attach it's  tendrils to Toriel, joining her soul. Turning the once white shiny heart into a burnt black one.

She was surrounded by a black smoke and felt her self changing into something awful. Just like she had witness with her son years ago.

She felt anger, hatred, and sorrow. It was like the death of her two children all over again.

When the smoke cleared everyone was shocked to see her new transformation.

Her eyes were more fierce and intense than before. They were still red, but now as red as the trident she now wields. The trident was like Asgore's but with a flame at the end. Her usual attire was now a long dress that went from purple to dark. The dress also had a long flowing black cape that resembled that of shadows.

"She absorbed the human soul!"

"Break the barrier!"

"Free us all!"

The angry shouts of her subjects weren't making it any better.

Her soul was drowning in the darkness that she surrounded herself with. Fighting for control with Robert.

She was losing herself, and when she could do nothing else. Toriel called out for help...

But nobody came...

Meanwhile...

Sans still stood. Looking down at his hands. He heard the sound of Papyrus yelling and Frisk crying.