An Echotale One shot
a love story and action/adventure
first person POV (alternating)
its my first time writing one of these so..... enjoy
Please don't mind any spelling mistakes xD
I was kind of surprised to find Sans in the elevator. I didn't imagine it'd take him so long to get to me but the same time I didn't think he'd find me so fast either. Perhaps I was only meant to make it this far. Perhaps I was suppose to die here? So be it then....
Grabbing the knife from my bag, I flipped it open and let out a breath, watching his pinpricks dilate as I swiftly pressed the blade to my neck. His magic flame sparked in his eye, and he approached me, ready to take the knife but he stopped when I pressed the blade tighter to my neck. Let's see how far he'd take this.
"Another step and I cut a sharp line" I warned in a low voice.
He looked conflicted. He didn't want me to kill myself but I was more than likely to die by his hand if I stayed. I was ready to die anyway. There was nothing he could do or say that could stop me from taking my life. I started to tear up, regretting not being able to travel all the way through the underground.
Perhaps I didn't know it at the time but there was also fear. Fear of maybe not completely killing myself? Fears of what he would do to me if I'd live? Even fears of the unknown. I didn't know what would happen when I died.. I figured that whatever it was that I got, I would deserve.
"Fr-frisk let's not be hasty here..." He said, slowly approaching.
I pressed harder, feeling a slight pinch and the trickle of blood running down my throat and G stopped in a panick. I chuckled. "You wanna see hasty I'll get hasty.... It only takes point five seconds to slash my throat."
"Please don't do this...." He said. I could tell he felt speechless.
How could I not do this...? As a tear slipped, I continued. "I have to... for them.... So they can all be happy...."
His brow bone furrowed. "Wh-who's 'they' Frisk?"
I scoffed, another tear slipping. "Don't play stupid with me Sans, You know, and I know, that all the monsters I killed so many times over deserve justice... my only regret is that...." I choked up. "That it took me this long to realize it..."
His stern and worried features softened and he lowered his head, raising his hand at me. His magic flickered on and it surrounded the knife, slowly pulling it away from my neck. I held it for as long as I could until my grip weakened and I let go, crying. I heard the knife hit the elevator wall -the back one- with a clang and I fell to my knees in defeat.
I sat there and cried in silence. I couldn't do the one simplest thing in the world and just... die. I felt bad. I felt like I had done wrong by the monsters. Like I'd done wrong by Little Miss and my mother and sister and... and..... Then he spoke.
"You're right.. They deserve justice... But this isn't the way to bring it to them.... Did you know that you're their savior too? You saved them from an eternity in the underground....." He stated, kneeling in front of me.
So maybe he really was a fusion... He brushed the hair from my face and tilted my chin up, so my eyes met with his. I could barely see but I let him believe that I could. "What happened to the friendship we had...? Why didn't you tell me what was going on...? I would've helped, you know that.."
I reached for his wrist and held it gently, resting my fingers through the bone in his arm and brushing my thumb on the bracelets that were there. I had missed his touch. It was different now of course, because of the holes in the center of each of his palms but I could still sense that it was his. His touch was different from Gaster's. More gentle I suppose.
"Come on let's get you back.... Papyrus wants to say hi..... He doesn't know it you yet though so be prepared for the bear hug...." He said, lifting me to my feet.
At the thought of the big muffin I started to feel better. I would have to, for his sake and Sans'. I loved Papyrus as much as I had cared for sans. He was wise in ways that Sans was not. He was like a big brother. Like my big brother.... That's what Paps reminded me of.. My brother.
Going to see him sounded like a good idea. That's when Sans fit his hands around my throat. It scared the shit out of me and I reached for his hands but his grip wasn't tight. "Hey hey hey relax, I'm just gonna heal your cut... " He said calmly. So I let my hands drop to my sides and let him heal me. He seemed to be able to control his anger issues better now...
Maybe I should've told him who was from the start after all.
Maybe this won't be so bad...?
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