The Heat of a Soul

Unbreakable

"Heh, did you really think I would stand there and take it?" Sans' heavy voice echoed through the lonely expanse of the Judgment Hall, golden sunlight shimmering against the cold pillars. The warmth seeped into his jacket and fought against the bitter chill that ran its way down his spine every time he made eye contact with the monster in front of him. 

The smooth metal blade of their knife glinted beneath the rays, the rest of their body cast in shadow, an eerie silhouette pinned beneath the weight of its sins. A crooked smile flashed at him, and he shrugged, raising his hands up to level with his shoulders. 

"I just don't understand why some monsters don't use their strong attacks first." His smile strained as an image of Papyrus flashed through his head, but he pushed it away. Giving a small shake, his eye glowed blue and he set Gaster Blasters around the human, all of them pointing in their direction, ready to attack.

"So, let's go, dirty brother killer." A loud blast filled the room, everything glowing in its radius as the strong shock wave of energy flashed past the short skeleton. He smiled wider, a blue light flickering from his eye, putting his hands in his jacket as it twisted beneath the gust of wind. 

The small red soul before him shook, cracked, and sprung into shattered bits, flinging about in every direction. He winked and pulled a bottle of ketchup from his pocket, sighing and using the break to quench his thirst. He was getting tired, beads of sweat running down his face, each magical attack draining more from him than the last. 

He thought of all the innocent lives that had been taken that fateful day, and his hand clenched around the fabric in his opposite pocket, his knuckles straining. A familiar noise caught his attention, and he put away his drink, instead looking up to the figure that once again neared him from down the hall. 

"Hmmm... 10 times. That's like, all of my fingers." He commented, chuckling at the obvious disdain in the human's stance. He was getting to them. Or so he thought. 

This time he flung his hand out to them, clenching a fist and grabbing their soul, now a dark blue, before flinging them to the ceiling, flinching as he heard their bones break from the impact. He swung back down and tossed them at a pillar, resulting in a large dust cloud that covered them. 

He let go then, taking a moment to ponder if he had already killed them. As the dust settled, he watched the form pick itself up, teetering onto its feet and slowly straightning. He put his hand at his side and for good measure summoned bones behind him, the ends peeking from the floor as he watched them carefully. 

A wide smile crept onto their rosy cheeks, and he could hear laughter, a creepy snicker that set him on edge. 

"What's so funny?" He asked, narrowing his eyes, and gathering the scarf in his jacket pocket into his hand. 

"You.." It said in a garbled mutter, like rocks grating against one another. 

"You think so? I've been thinking up puns since this all started." He winked, though he felt his own soul tremor in his rib cage, and he had to still his shaking hand. 

"Well, you better think of one now, because this is where it all ends."  Without warning, their knife glinted in the light and sliced at the air in front of him. He side stepped easily, grinning at them.

"Did you really think it would be that eas-" 

Crack.

"Yes. About time you died."  A spluttering cough was his only response. Red streamed from his mouth slowly, dripping off his chin and running along the fabric of his hoodie. White eyes wide, they looked down, and met with a terrible sight.

"Y-you g-got me.." He looked up, his face full of disbelief. White teeth flashed at him, and he watched the human step forward, into the light. Brown hair, pale skin, pink cheeks. Evil smile, dusty hands, bloody knife. Lime green and bright yellow sweater. 

"Well, I g-guess that's i-it.." He managed, pulling his hand upwards to touch the torn fabric, the blue of his jacket decked with crimson. He chuckled weakly, his slippers shuffling against the tiled floor, streaking the blood across it. 

He looked at his hand again, soaked red, and smiled, blinking slowly as his energy dwindled.

"Red isn't really my color.. That's why Pap wore it." He laughed emptily at Chara then, rolling his head back and smiling at them with a crazed look in his eyes. He imagined how his brother must have looked when the knife had tore through his armor, too. His jaw tightened.

"Gee, all the f-fighting.. r-really left me d-drained.. I'm g-going to Grillbyz..." He lowered his head, his skull shining brightly as he scuffled to the side, raising his hand upwards and putting his fingers together.

"Papyrus.. You want anything?" A crisp snap, and he was gone.