Under Infusion Tale- (An Undertale Fanfiction Novel)

3. Invisible Chain

Underground: Castle

Toriel kept her hand on the wound. "Just so fragile, they are just so fragile." She tried to pour healing magic through it.

"Come on," Undyne urged her. "You can do it. You fought me, you can do this."

"There is a lot of blood loss," Alphys had to say. "They hurt her body not her soul."

"Come on, Frisk," Toriel tried harder. "It must have hit one of the human's sensitive organs."

"Oh." Papyrus shared a look with Sans. "Is the human going to die?"

"I hope not, Pap," Sans said, patting his backbone. "Just a few minutes earlier."

"We tried," Undyne insisted to Sans. "We moved as fast as we could."

Toriel's hands were absolutely soaked. "She is going to die." Asgore tried to touch her shoulder, but she rejected it. "She did the one thing no one else could. Fourteen years ago, she freed us. She allowed us all to see the skies and stars again."

Undyne saluted Frisk, while Alphys got out a handkerchief. Papyrus also saluted but with manifested tears in his eyes.

"Goodbye, poor human," Papyrus said. Then afterward. "Goodbye, Frisk."

"That kid really knew how to drive ratings!" Mettaton cried out as he span around. "Goodbyyyye, human!"

Sans stayed silent. He didn't salute or cry, or even give a goodbye.

"We will give her the finest funeral, worthy of her spirit." Asgore closed her eyes. "Her soul will be leaving this body soon. Let it wander in its freedom until it finds it's own way."

Everyone in the room tried not to cry too hard. It wasn't right to get overzealous until at least the body was dead. However, everyone felt so close to the human, even fourteen years later. She changed each of them for the better.

Everyone wept. Said some small goodbyes. Except Sans.

"Brother?" Papyrus sniffled. "You liked the little human too. You even went out hunting underneath my nose for her!" he complained. "You should say goodbye too."

Sans scratched his skull. He walked toward her. "Her soul's leaving soon." He tapped his slippered foot.

"Yes," Papyrus whispered to him. "Say goodbye, Sans."

Kid. I owe you. I ignored you toward the end, I didn't want to deal with it. I didn't like dealing with things. But, I've changed a lot since the last time I saw you. For the better. Sans looked at her closed eyes. She was a lot different than before. No visual deceiving, this was her. He glanced toward Toriel who refused to take any comfort by the king.

Frisk started to glow red. I could let it go. Say goodbye, and let it go. Then wonder how I'll sleep at night, just like with Princess Chara. "Can't." Sans looked at Papyrus. "Can't."

"You have to, Sans," Papyrus said gently. "There is nothing left."

Yeah. There was.

Everyone shouted at first when Sans shoved his bony hand into Frisk's wound.

"No, Brother!" Papyrus tried to move him as Sans magic poured into the human's wound. Deep signals of blue shined through her body, mixed with red deep in her veins.

He removed his hand and took several steps backward, holding his bony hand. It appeared to be cracked and bleeding.

"Sans!" Papyrus grabbed his bony hand. "What did you do?!"