Murder in the Alley [ Dusttale!Sans x Reader ]

Teaser ~ City of Dust

Special thanks to @Tailbolt for giving me the idea in the first place! I expect this book to be fully released in its entirety some time around the beginning of November! Add this book to your library to receive updates!

"Look at what you've done."

The city of dust, the city of bone and chaos and ruin, forged on the blade of silver, the blade that dug into the flesh of the living and caved a new future, a better one, a world without monsters or life or anything to call this damned underworld home. That was what the skeleton had done, he had been the one to pick up the knife and turn upon those he called his kin, slicing and burning until nothing remained.

Silence.

Nothing but the occasional passing of the wind, the brief stir in the breeze that offered the hint of life but yet carried the dust, carried the hints of death all the same. And the skeleton was the fault of this, all of it.

At first it had been necessary, vital for the aspect of breaking free from the cycle of never-ending resets. The skeleton, the comedian, he had been given the gift to remember each and every world, the gift that he could recall previous lives and dead times when others could not. He could name a thousand times when the human child walked through the Underground as friend, only to turn in the next life to the adversary, wielding their sword of knife against those that had once claimed to be their friends.

And they had done the dance in the Judgement Hall more times than the comedian could count, sang the song of ice and fire, blazing determination that rivaled the icy coldness of the snow. But even that had soon proven to be a bore, when the child had mastered the comedian and could strike him down the same as they could the next monster and so forth. The cycle had repeated without end, the record forever stuck on repeat.

But there was something the skeleton could do, one part he could change that others could not. He could see past the child's lies and schemes, and after countless centuries of torture and resets, he has mustered up the will and desire to finally surpass the human's power and take control of the timeline.

The comedian could win.

It had started with the rabbit woman in the town of Snowdin, an unimportant monster that would surely not be remembered or missed should they turn up dead. And so the skeleton had struck the first blow, taken the knife from the counter that was strictly reserved for his younger brother when chopping up the ingredients for his fine cuisine, stalked the monster through the depths of the night and plunged the blade into her abdomen, watching as the blood seeped into the snow and her body withered away into dust.

At first he had been mortified, the thought of taking another's life was daunting, an innocent being that had done no crime but simply existed, and he had taken that away. But in the aftermath, when the energy from the butchered creature had flowed into the skeleton's essence and raised his level of violence, that had been the true reward. For the first time in forever, the skeleton no longer sat at level one as all monsters did, no longer had one meagre bar of health, but he was stronger, and with that the skeleton was more determined.

Monsters are all born at a neutral state, with varying health amounts, sure, but every monster that has not killed remains at level one. And this skeleton had never killed
anyone before, at least not in this timeline. But when his level increased, when the power thrummed within his core, the skeleton felt alive, felt powerful, and oh boy, how much he craved more.

And so monster after monster went missing, victim to the blade. The human had not yet appeared in the Ruins yet, the skeleton was determined to build up as much strength as possible for his final dance with the human. The guard was alerted and sentries were posted, but none suspected the skeleton, none ever conceived the possibility that the slumbering comedian could be at fault.