Frisk absorbs Sans' soul after an accidental genocide run, and resets to try and fix everything. Unfortunately things don't go quite as planned and she ends up in another world, with Sans now stuck in her head. Frisk commits to sparing, but that wil...
She was outside the ruins. Her body felt weak again and she fell to her hands and knees before regurgitating the blood she had been force-fed. She fell on her stomach and gasped for air.
'I thought you said I wouldn't be exhausted if I didn't teleported too far...'
'What I meant to say was that the farther you teleport the more exhausted you get. It's also more tirin' the first few times you do it. Eventually you'll get used to it.'
Frisk coughed. 'Well, at least I don't have that in my stomach anymore.'
After a few minutes of gaining energy back, Frisk pushed herself up and stood wobbly.
'Let's get movin'. This world's version of me should be here,' Sans warned her.
'Okay.'
Frisk stood up and started walking down the path. She was shivering all the while. Jeez, was it always this cold? She didn't remember it being so cold last time. Then again, she had fallen face first on the snow, her bare gut exposed, so maybe that's why she was freezing. The girl quickly zipped up her jacket and stuffed her hands in the pockets, trying to warm up.
She passed the thick branch without giving it a second thought. After a few steps she heard a loud crack and turned around to see the branch broken in half.
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'You did that last time too,' she commented.
'Yeah, but we dunno how dangerous this me is. Let's keep movin'.'
Frisk started walking again. She saw a glimpse of a shadow in the trees but didn't even flinch. Once she made it to the bridge and barricade, she heard a voice from behind her.
"Human." The voice was like Sans', but deeper and filled with mischief mixed with laziness.
Frisk froze.
"Don't you know how to greet a new pal?" he continued. "Turn around, and shake my hand."
Frisk listened and turned around. This Sans definitely looked different. He wore a red sweater under a black jacket and had black pants and shoes. His face was different as well. Sans' smile had a laid back attitude, but this Sans' was more sinister with sharp teeth and a single gold tooth. His eye sockets were basically the same though, with just two white pinpricks. It was almost as if this Sans fell from grace somehow. Why did everyone from this timeline look like they belonged in team RWBY?
"Take a picture, Dollface," he said with a smirk. "It lasts longer,"
He may look different, but Frisk was determined to be a good person. She held out her hand to him and he took it.
'Wait! Kid-!'
Sans' warning came too late. The new Sans gripped Frisk's hand harder and the girl felt a huge jolt all over her body. The pain grew worse and worse, electrifying her.
