Mafia in the Underworld? {Mafiatale Undertale FanFic} (Sans x OC)

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We got to the Mafia mansion, the one I remember sneaking in and finding Jade tied to a chair... bloody and her insides showing, almost falling out. I didn't think of the enemies... only getting to safety. And that I did. But now, it all about them and killing everyone that lived there.

I turn to Carrot and Fell.
"Thanks for following me. Now, to keep my promise, you guys should head back," I said.
"What! We aren't doing that! Are you crazy?" Fell asked, throwing his arms in the air. I smiled sadly and chuckled.
"I'm not letting you guys die. Fell, you have barely any health, as well as you Carrot. I promised you guys will go back and I'm keeping it. Now go home and don't come back. Expect a package," I said. They looked confused at what I said at the end. I knew what this Mafia group did; send dismembered fingers of the dead to the family members with a note. I've seen many of them.
"What is that supposed to mean?" Carrot asked. I chuckled.
"Just... don't let the little ones see inside. Goodbye. If I'm not back in two days. You know I'm dead," I said. They looked pissed but nodded, watching me as I climbed the hill next the house before turning and disappearing. I took a shaky breath before finding a flat rock with a vantage point, setting up my rifle, connecting the scope and getting a bullet in the chamber, making sure my silencer was tight before finding a figure in a window, pulling the trigger. I saw the bullet go through their head, blood splattering everywhere and the glass of the window falling on the ground as their body dropped. I watched as more people ran to the body as I dropped all of them, feeling a grin spread across my face. They all deserved this! They took away my Jade... they took away my mother.... they took away everything! I saw the disgusting humans run out the doors, searching but only to see a bullet lodge into their skull and blood splatter. I looked at my magazine, seeing no more bullets and growing, tossing it into my bag and straightening into a crouched position, pulling my PK out and maneuvering down to the mansion, taking out most of the men until I heard a gunshot that wasn't mine and pain spread through my shin. I yelped, turning to face who shot me.

A man stood with a smoking pistol, grinning before realizing that it only made me angrier. I smirked, raising my gun to shoot him but was cut off by a pain in the back of my head. I fell to my knees, eyes blurry from the impact into my skull. I felt a needle jab into my forearm before it all went dark.

I woke up, tied in the familiar bloody chair and looked around the dark and dusty cement room. Blood stained the floor as tools hung on the wall. One swinging light above my head was the only source of light, the doors were full metal and no light peeked from underneath.

I ducked my head down, using my teeth to pull the knife from my tie before tossing it over my shoulder as my right hand caught it. I went to cut whatever was holding me, but ended with dropping the knife in anger as shackles held my wrists tightly together.

Footsteps echoed from behind the door as it neared and the door opened, light flooding the room before going dark once again as the door closed. Footsteps neared and I felt a calloused hand grab my chin tightly, jerking it up as I faced a scar-faced man with black hair that was cut into a flat top. His almost black eyes stared cold into mine. I wasn't afraid. I've been in this position before.
"Why are you here?" He snarled. I stayed silent. Show no emotion, say nothing, do not let pain get to you.
"Cold shoulder, huh? How about we warm you up?" He asked, smirking as he pulled a lighter from his pocket, holding it up to my right arm, burning away the sleeve before digging it in my forearm. I watched my own skin shrivel before charring and peeling away. I felt pain flood me but I only bit my tongue, tears wanting to stream down but I blinked them away.
"Tough one, aren't you? Well. Maybe this will get you to speak," he said, grabbing a small pair of gardening clippers, walking behind me and grabbing my left hand. I struggled, gritting my teeth. He chuckled before moving away.
"I forgot, we only do that when you're dead. Well... how about we make it quick," he said, grabbing a pistol. Better than torture. I was wrong. I felt pain explore through my left knee as I felt the bullet tear through my leg and bones. I whimpered but held back any major noises or tears. He chuckled, aiming again. Another gun shot, leading to pain flowing through my right shoulder, barely missing the bone. I hissed in pain.
"Let's crank up the pain level, shall we?" Scar-face said, grabbing more tools from the rack before walking over to me with a knife. Seriously? No pliers? Nothing to rip? Man, worse torturer ever. I chuckled weakly, coughing. He growled, angered by my laugh and shoving the long blade through my right thigh just above my knee and tearing upwards. I felt the flesh pull away and blood gushing. He hit the artery. Well. I'll be dead in minutes. I look at him, spitting on his face.
"See you in hell, bastard," I said, welcoming the black mass of death to great me.