Soulfell

Judgement and Regret

Author's notes: Can you tell that I don't know how to draw backgrounds?

Sorry if anything is misspelled, I'm not really good at spelling. I don't know what I'm doing, please help me. And uh, enjoy! I guess...

Frisk had gone through almost the entire underground. She had killed almost every monster in the Underground.

'But they attacked you first, so it was their fault,' a voice in her head reminded her.

The girl had just entered the Judgement Hall, wearing her worn blue and purple striped sweater and her worn jean shorts. Her dark brown hair cut down to her shoulders and her bangs were parted slightly over her left eye. He feet were bare, and only lightly covered in dust, blisters all on the bottom of her feet. In her hand she held a worn dagger she had found.

In front of her, she saw Sans the Skeleton waiting for her, dressed in his usual blue hoodie, white t-shirt, black athletic shorts, and pink slippers. He stood there, barely visible in the golden lit room, a shadow among the light. "So," he said, "you made it to the end. I guess it's not surprisin' when you think about it; that dandy little time travel trick you have saved you from Undyne a good number of times, eh?"

Frisk flinched back in surprise. 'How did he-?'

'Don't let him get under your skin. He's just going to try and kill you like the rest. You have to get home. Stay determined.'

Sans chuckled at her reaction. "Yeah I know all about your reset trick. But don't worry, I'm the only one who knows besides you. Well, besides the weed too, but that doesn't matter. What matters is what's happening...right here...right now... I'm the one who judges you based on what you did through your entire journey." He paused for suspense.

Frisk clutched the worn dagger in her hand nervously, and fidgeted under his stare. Sweat came to her face and a single bead rolled down to her neck, sticky and wet.

"You didn't spare anyone. No monster you came across was left alive. NONE. There's so much dust down here that anyone left would choke if they breathed too hard. And you killed my brother. All he wanted was to join the Royal Guard; he wouldn't hurt a fly."

Frisk turned her wide, maroon eyes to her hands. She did kill him. All of them. Her hands had powdered dust all over them. She murdered them.

'You didn't have a choice! He was going to capture you and then Undyne would've killed you! Don't listen to him!'

Frisk opened her mouth to speak. "...I-"

"Save your breath, kid," Sans spat. "I don't wanna hear any excuses." He calmed down a bit. "But I'll go easy on you. I'll just ask you a simple riddle, if you can answer correctly, you can go."

Frisk looked up at him in confusion. "Riddle?" She repeated in a whisper so soft he almost didn't hear her say it.

He nodded. "Yup. Goes like this: do you think anyone could be a good person, if they just try? That even the worst person, can change?"

Frisk gulped. This wasn't a riddle.

Sans gave a sigh when she remained silent. "Alrighty then. I'll ask you a better one. D O Y O U W A N N A H A V E A B A D T I M E ? "

Frisk flinched at his tone.

"Because if you take one more step... you're really not gonna like what happens next."