Corrupted Flames (An Undertale Fanfic)

Chapter One-Bark is Worse than Bite

Author's note: Yes, I'm making another story, don't judge me. I'm too imaginative for my own good... and I still have 5 other stories waiting to be published... anyways, I hope you enjoy! TURTLE, OUT!

Sans' eye-sockets slowly peeled apart. He looked around his surroundings, his head lazily bobbing as he viewed where he was. He appeared to be at his sentry post, but the last thing he had remembered was standing in the golden hallway.

He remembered the sickening smell of iron emitting from his own chest that the child had so easy cut through. He remembered how dizzying everything felt. The feeling of not just the physical pain, but also the pain of failing everyone he cared for, the woman behind the door, Undyne, Grillby, Alphys... his own brother. He failed them. He let the child win.

Sans cringed back at the memory, coiling in on himself. He had NEVER let that bloodthirsty thing win before. He had always been stronger, always been quicker, always had more wit. Had he really given up? no. He told himself. He wouldn't let himself believe that he'd give up on all of them, he couldn't let himself believe that.

He took in a deep breath, letting his rib-cage fill itself before deflating as he leaned into his chair, hearing the back of it groan under the pressure.He tried collecting his thoughts, and as he did, a nagging feeling became more and more present. He felt like something was wrong.

He slowly looked up, glancing around him. Everything seemed normal. Nothing seemed any different from the countless of other times he had woke at his sentry post. It was the same as-

His breath caught in his throat as the realization hit him.

Papyrus hadn't shown up yet.

He ALWAYS showed up by now.

A panic quickly began to boil in Sans, as he frantically shot up out of his chair. His throat felt constricted from the alarm, but he mustered out the force he needed to call out, "p-papyrus!?"

His eye-lights flicked around as he ran out in front of the post, "paps!?" He turned to where his brother usually came from, only to find no one there.

He felt himself tremble with dread, as he quickly jogged down the path. He found himself in the next area, his soul dropping to his stomach as he saw that Papyrus' cardboard-box sentry post was not there.

His small, thin fingers slowly brought themselves to his skull covering his mouth, as he slowly backed himself up into a tree. He felt himself collapse to the ground, his body quivering in fear. He just remained there, staring emptily at the spot his brother's play-along sentry post should be.

this shouldn't be happening. He thought to himself. this isn't right. where is he? what happened? what's going on? is he gone? will i never see him again-

The last thought made his magic stand on edge, dread seeping into the core of his soul. He froze in place, his eye-lights no longer lighting the voids of his eye-sockets.

He didn't want to believe that. He didn't want to believe his brother had been erased. He couldn't LIVE like that. He couldn't stand to live without his brother. If his brother was gone-

A thought entered the skeleton's mind that he hadn't ever truly considered as a reasonable option before. It had passed his mind before, but never had it actually appeared to be an option to consider.

He could just end himself.

Stop the pain. Stop the grief. If his brother truly was gone. He could just end it all, couldn't he?