Handplates - Pills -

Static

The pills make a dry rattling sound as they click down his throat. Sans feels them attach to the base of his skull, and he tenses in anticipation. His fingers twitch over the arms of the white plastic chair, counting down the seconds. He swallows and manages a wry smile. 

"see ya in hell, doc."

Gaster stares Sans right in the eye, his fingers drumming on the desk. He raises his finger. 

The full force of the pills hits Sans like a train and his hands slam down onto the arm rests. Knuckles tighten and his face pulled taught, he braces himself through the side effects, forcing down the scream that's building in his throat. The world pushes and pulls, like a baker kneading dough, and agonising pain tears up and down Sans' spine. He rattles a breath through his teeth, his bones clattering together, eyes screwed shut. He lets the air come out through his nose, little by little. Again, he breathes in through the pain, forcing his jaw closed. A whimper escapes his lips, the sound of an animal in pain. 

Suddenly, the world steadies. This time, he remains standing, hands in pockets, shoulders hunched. The human materialises before him, their arms hanging loosely by their sides. The vision glitches for a second, and Gaster's voice echoes around the hall.

"Hell doesn't look so bad, 1-S, does it?"

Sans grits his teeth, posture locked, joints frozen. Just get to the point.

"Well, I get the feeling you're going to be spending quite a bit of time here, so you might as well get used to it. " The audio emits a dry chuckle, and Gaster continues: "I'm working on the glitching issue right now, but you'll still experience some blips in the mainframe. In the meantime, we'll run through the prefight."  

The vision flickers a bit, as Gaster's voice cuts off, but the mainframe fabric otherwise holds. Silence fills the room, thick and heavy in the air. A second or two passes, enough for the skeleton and the human to make eye contact. Then, Sans speaks his baritone voice sending ripples across the room. 

"welp."
The word alone makes Chara shudder, and Sans wonders why. They seem to be expecting it, somehow. Perhaps they've also relived this moment many times? His voice continues, heedless. 

"sorry old lady. this is why i never make promises. "
Confusion spins Sans' brain, but the voice doesn't wait for him. 

"it's a beautiful day outside."
Why is he saying that? So what if it is? 

"birds are singing, flowers are blooming.... on days like these, kids like you..."
Sans swallows, waiting anxiously for his body to finish his sentence. 

"s h o u l d  b e  b u r n i n g  i n   h e l l"
Inside, Sans is shocked. But the words feel good. Hella good.

The air crackles with power, and Sans can feel both eyes disappear. His grin widens into something terrifying as darkness drips from his eye sockets. Across the room, Chara readies their knife and crouches. 

It seems that the fight has begun.

Static twitches across the vision, cutting to Sans' first move. His arm snaps up, and clusters of bones rips up through the tiles. The human jumps back but Sans moves again, sending waves of bones pouring from the left side of the hall. 

The vision pauses but restarts as quick as it had stopped, this time showing Sans slamming the human into a column. He winces, but his body knows what it's doing. His fist clenches, sending the body lurching into another. 

Again, blurriness cuts through Sans' view. He has time to speculate that the time between the glitches seem to be getting shorter, before his hand's up, a jet of white light slicing the human down the centre.

Static, again. 

Blue and white bones trapping the human. 

Static.

White streaks diving towards the small, hunched figure.

Static.

Chara, slumped over a cluster of bones sprouting from her back.

Static.

A fistful of bones protruding from her neck. 

Static.

Finally, Sans on his knees, blood rolling on to the gold tiles below. The adrenaline from the fight banishes all his fear, his eyes black from malice and the rush of power. His body crumples and he slumps, hunched over his fatal wound. Little by little, his head tilts up, a string of blood dripping down his chin. Finally, his eyes latch onto Chara's, and the red and gold swallows him whole.