Three Strikes (An Undertale Fanfic)

Page One - It's All Just a G A M E

Turtle Side Note- Hey guys, Turtle here, and I'm making a choose your own adventure story! Obviously, this is the first chapter, so there is no choice yet, but there will be soon. Also, this book will be more enjoyable once it's fully completed, so be patient! Thank you all for reading! Turtle, out!

Darkness.

That's all Sans could see.

The darkness was never ending, swirling in his vision, his eye-lights not illuminating any object around him.

He tried to move.

Panic rushed through him as he felt his hands tied behind him, and his feet tied together as well. He tried to simply look down, suddenly feeling a cool, metal collar clasped around his neck, a red gem-like bulge glowing dimly in the middle of it. He squirmed, trying to free himself, to find the attempts worthless, his breath quickening.

"b-breath, sans," he said to himself, feeling his rib-cage rising and falling at such a speed that he felt like he was about to hyperventilate, "f-focus, and t-teleport..."

He closed his eyes, trying to calm himself down. After a minute, he felt his soul begin to slow to a relaxed rate. His eye ignited, "three...two....one..." the magic from his eye swelled around his form... but he didn't teleport. It just remained around him, growing hotter and hotter, his eye-sockets glued wide in confusion, before his eye's magic exploded, the aura around him shocking his whole body, paralyzing him for a moment as he crashed to the ground, a cry of agony following him down.

He gasped for air as his tied body collapsed in on itself from the burning fire that was just set around his form. His breath was shallow and fast as his form felt like it had been dipped in a pool of lava, then thrown into the arctic snow. Cool tears threatening to emerge at the corners of his eyes as the fires from hell seemed to surround him, his soul pulsating erratically within his rib-cage.

Every breath he took in felt like another zap of pain causing him to nearly choke on the oxygen that surrounded him. He could feel the stems of magic all overheating from the shock, not understanding why or what had caused it to happen, his mind bouncing between ideas like a ping pong game.

What was only a few minutes of pain felt like hours to him, before he began to cool down again, his stiffened joints relaxing with relief, as he rolled over a few times, being greeted with a wall. He used the floor as leverage to push himself against the wall, until he was back in a sitting position, a shudder of fear and confusion coursing through him, causing his bones to emit a soft rattling sound.

A bright light suddenly filled the dark room, blinding the small monster for a few moments, as he squeezed his eye-sockets shut to protect them from the intensity of the lighting change. His eye-sockets slowly fluttered back open, squinting against the brightness, slowly adjusting to it.

He looked around him, to find himself surrounded by walls made of mirrors, and a pure white floor. The ceiling was made up of lights that were too bright too look up to. On the wall in front of him, there was a small, black, box cut into the mirror. The box had three X's on it, all which looked like could be glowing red, but had no life to them at the moment.

Sans looked in front of him to his feet, to see that they were kept together by a similar device to the one that was around his neck. He then turned to the mirror he was leaning on, using it to look behind him and see that his hands were tied also with the same device.

His brows furrowed, not being able to remember anything previous to his present situation that would have got him here.

A sudden, deep, voice, boomed in his tiny, square, room, causing him to jump. It sounded like it was coming from a speaker, "HELLO, EVERYONE! WELCOME TO THE FIRST GAME OF STRIKES, SPONSORED BY THE A.M.A.!"

'the A.M.A, huh.' Sans thought to himself. The A.M.A. stood for, ANTI MONSTER ASSOCIATION, and let's just say, they took their hatred towards monsters a bit too far... but this? This was even low for them. Trapping him and others like this? What were they going to do to them now?

The voice began booming again, "AROUND YOU ARE MIRRORS, THAT CAN BE TURNED TWO WAY AT ANY MOMENT WE PLEASE. WE SHALL DEMONSTRATE RIGHT NOW."

There was a soft murmur of machinery, before the mirrors became see through. Sans felt his soul drop to his stomach, as he looked to his left to see Alphys, who connected eyes with him. Her eyes were hysteric with fear, tears were falling quickly in globs of magic from her panicked state. He quickly glanced to his right, seeing Asgore looking over to someone on his other side, before his eye-lights whipped back to Alphys who began to tremble.

Sans felt his eye-lights leave his sockets, leaving empty voids as he looked at his friend in such a pitiful state, not even realizing that he himself had also began trembling quite intensely. His mind went into shock. 'why were they here?' 'who else was?' 'what is going on?!'

The mirrors suddenly became opaque again, and the voice continued, "IN FRONT OF YOU, ARE THREE, UNLIT, RED X'S. THESE WILL BE IMPORTANT TO THE GAME. THE WAY YOU PLAY THE GAME IS VERY SIMPLE. YOU WILL BE GIVEN TWO TO THREE CHOICES. FOR EXAMPLE, YOU MAY BE GIVEN A CHOICE BETWEEN YOUR BEST FRIEND, OR YOUR LOVER. WHOEVER YOU CHOOSE WILL RECEIVE AN 'X'." The voice paused for a moment, as if it was giving them a minute to think.

'receive an 'x'?' Sans thought to himself, 'what could that m--' His thoughts were cut off by the recording continuing.

"ONCE A PLAYER RECEIVES ALL THREE RED 'X'S'... THEY STRIKE OUT." The recording echoed with malice. There was a dark laugh that emitted from the speakers, sending an uneasy chill down Sans' back before it continued, "AND WHEN YOU 'STRIKE OUT'... YOU WILL RECEIVE EXTERMINATION."

Sans' eye sockets fell wide, as he came to the conclusion, 'someone is going to die...'

The speaker continued, "IT IS UP TO YOU AND THE OTHER CONTESTANTS TO DECIDE WHO WILL LIVE, AND WHO WILL BE THE LUCKY ONE TO DIE. AND ONE QUICK REMINDER BEFORE WE GET STARTED... ANY MAGIC USE WILL RESULT IN AN EXTREME SHOCK FROM THE COLLAR AROUND YOUR NECK. THREE OF YOU HAVE ALREADY FOUND THIS OUT."

Sans glared towards the direction the voice was coming from, knowing that one of said three had been him.

"NOW, WITHOUT FURTHER ADO," The recording began triumphantly, "WE WILL BE STARTING WITH OUR FIRST CONTESTANT IN THE GAME OF STRIKES. BATTER, UP!"

The voice ended, silence entering the room.

One of them will die...

But it is up to you to choose who that will be.

*You are filled with POWER.

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