Ran into You (Ink!Sans X Reader)

~Chapter 17~

Somewhere deep in your mind, there was a version of you that was screaming and clawing to get out. There was, hidden away, a seed of hope that you'd spare the lot of people you'd trapped with your corrupted clutch. But that version of you was dying, flickering away like a candle wick slowly eating away at its limited oxygen.

One by one, you passed judgement on them. Most of them, as you expected, were useless and annoying. They were filthy waste of space, not worthy to exist. Most of them pled for mercy, but you didn't even have it as an option anymore. You had only one objective, to clean away the scum of the world, then clean your own existence. It wouldn't remain cleaned after you died, but at least for a little bit it would be pure.

It wasn't your fault this was happening. It was Error's fault. And Ink's! Ink was always creating excess data. It was disgusting! And Error was hopelessly ineffective. His plans were flawed and useless in the end. Ink always prevailed.

Your thoughts dwelled as your inkling creature tried to swipe another defendant. Had anything good come on Ink since you met him? Did you even remember meeting him?

Your brow furrowed as you tried to think, but corrupted files could not load tainted memorizes. Just glimpses...

You sucked in a sharp breath as the image of your hands, at the time still void of corruption, scrolled over a page. You growled at this past self. "Useless!" You barked aloud. "This doodling means nothing to existence! I'm useless!"

You paused, processing again. "At least... I was useless...."

You turned towards your prey and grinned in a sinister fashion before stumbling. This one was familiar. It was a Chara, but she held no blade or murderous intent. It was like the opposite of the main game's incarnation. Your locked away heart skipped, and for a split second you wanted to cry out to her. You instead shook your head and stepped towards  her. Her hands shook, but she seemed otherwise confident. "What is your purpose for existence?" You asked without a falter in tone. "Why should I let you live?"

"I'm useless." Chara said, the words loud and echoing, silencing the other remaining people. "I am Chara, of UnderSwap. I serve no purpose to the overall game. But you won't kill me." She said, not like an order, but like a fact.

Your face burned as you darted towards her with a blade in hand. With one hand you grabbed her shoulder roughly and pressed the blade to her neck. Your muscles stalled. When you spoke again, it was little more than a hushed whisper. "And who says I won't?" You hissed, the blade just light enough not to break skin yet.

"Because you didn't." She says almost pridefully.

Your eyes darted to meet hers, expecting to meet her cocky gaze but instead watching as she fought back tears. She smiled, but it was slow, almost sad. "I knew you wouldn't hurt me... my big sister is still in there isn't she? It's not much, but she's there."

You fell back, startled by her emotion then snarled. Gripping the blade in your palm, you prepared to charge. "Die you damned brat!" You growled.

As soon as you got within one inch you saw the flicker of magic before she disappeared. Your knife cut through the air with a neat shink then stilled. You whipped around, looking for her. With a wave of your hand, your creature dissolved and spread thin over the anti-void ground.

"Find that UnderSwap brat! I'm going to slaughter her!" I barked.

"Oh come on kid! Just cus she steals all the food doesn't make her that bad kid." A more lax tone interupted.

An animalistic grunt escaped you as you turned. You saw an orange hoodie cloaked over a tall skeleton. He removed a cigarette from his mouth and blew a neat ring of smoke. You found yourself extremely annoyed by his smoking, much less his toying with you. "Put that out now!" You snapped without meaning.