SAIYANTALE

Part 21

A.N: I've decided, Behind the scenes, after weighing my options  With a Far greater Talent than myself, That there will be Another Saiyantale Story before CYT.  Sorry for not Telling you all sooner. But we've got a little more to go before we come to that.

After Being Breifed on all the Revelations that came while they were away, Frisk immediately Desired to return to where they had left off.

Some time later, The New Royal Guard, Officially Re-named the 'Proctective Auxiliary Support Task Association, PASTA' by its new Captain, Lined up Beside the Grand door leading into the Rest of the Palace. Lord Papyrus took a Regimental tone With his Recently acquired subordinates "Stand By for orders, Await the huma- Chi- the Visitor, -Frisk walked into their line of Sight- Now you see them... About Face! -On Command, They turned away, Then, When sure that they all turned, He Looked away himself- Alright! Now you can Pass the Door, We did not see it, We are Infallible, Ergo It did not Happen! " Not able to Refute his logic without ruining the Plan, She went to Open the door, Only for a Blinding wave of Blue Energy To Obliterate the it, and Whole wall Separating the two rooms. On the other side of the Smoking Crater, a Long Hallway Streached on. At its end Stood  Sans, To the shock of all other parties involved, Not least of all Papyrus. "Brother!? But How? And Why? And, And, HOW? My good for Nothing  Younger Brother in a Grander and More Prestigious Position than my Impressive and Loveable Self!? What else have you been hiding from Me?"  Appearing to Completely ignore his brother, and Focusing only On Frisk, He Adressed their situation "Sorry kid, I let you Go this Far, But Now it's probably over, Because it's out of my Hands Now, I've Gotta At least Try to Stop you. I figured, 'Hey, What's the difference. If they can't get past me, They've got no chance Either way.' - a Pulse of blue Lightning encircled him, Then Launched itself in all directions, His Right Eye now a  Burning, Peircing  Blue Of its own.- Let's see How long you can Stand the Heat. Go ahead and make this fairer, I'll wait." Frisk went Straight into SSSF, and Seconds Later a Gloved Skeleton hand Slammed across her Face. The Punch had somehow left A Deep cut along her Cheek, From which blood Dripped. She Tried to Hit back, But he Artfully Dodged, Then Kicked her through a series of pillars.  It continued like that, her Attacks Harmlessly brushing past him, while Cuts And Bruises piled up on her.  All Else in attendance Were Amazed, So in Awe that No reaction could define it, so they Stood and Stared Silently.  When Sans was no longer able to Take any enjoyment or Challenge from the fight, He Put in place a Course of action to End it prematurely. His Eye Flashed, Then Glowed Brighter than ever, He lifted his arm, Frisk became aware of something Choking Her, as She Was floated Upwards involuntarily. "Nothing personal kiddo. -He Finally Aknowledged his Brother- Papyrus, Don't look at This." He then Closed his hand, To his shock, A Red Glow Tried to   Force his hand open Again. He Squeezed it tighter, until a Huge Violet Sphere Simultaneously Formed and Exploded around Them. As the Dust Cleared, He uncovered His Eyes, The blue glow Gone from his Right one and Along with it his PsychoKineisis, as he had Expected,  Frisk was nowhere to be seen, But less Expected was the Absence of her Soul. "I-I never meant to..... What Have I done? That was only Supposed to HURT them, Not kill them." Deeply Saddened and Dissapointed with  himself, He stared Down At his Hand, The hand of A killer, What would 'She' Say if she knew, it didn't matter, He felt guilty enough. When Suddenly he felt something that Made him Tremble, The guilt Rapidly Becoming Fear and Dread....

A.N. Cliffhanger. What next? What's so scary? Well, there's that Classic Paraphrase from The Mourning Bride, Let's say That applies quite well here.