Prologue 3: Dust

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Dust shot attack after attack at the human. They desperately tried dodging, but seemed far too wounded to be able to hold out. Dust yelled out, "Just die. Hahaha, JUST DIE!!!!!" The human jumped at the next attack. However, they weren't quick enough. They were impaled by multiple bone attacks, and they fell to the floor. However, Dust sensed something different. There had been a sort of terror on the kid's face that he hadn't seen before. They were so hurt and scared, death was so painful. They didn't like this anymore too. All it was death and pain. There wasn't a point in continuing forward anymore. The kid wasn't coming back. Dust could sense it. All of it.

"They're gone... they're actually gone! Finally, finally, FINALLY!!!!! Stay dead you little brat!!! Don't come back!!!! Rot in hell where you belong, hahahahahaha!!!!!" The skeleton roared with crazed laughter. His eye sockets glowed in bright, flaring colors. "We've done it PAPYRUS-..." Dust stopped at saying his brother's name. He could feel his sins crawling down his back, as he remembered killing Papyrus.

"Brother, please stop this!!!" Crack, crack, crack, "Please Sans..." snap, rip, "Sans... I'm-I'm so sorry that you're so hurt. If this helps...whatever makes you happy Sans." dust and an empty scarf lying discarded. Not to be worn again.

Dust looked back to the remains of the kid, who lay bloody and beaten. He took a step towards them, before walking right over their corpse. Dust used a 'shortcut', expecting to land himself in his room. But exhaustion and stress had their toll, and Dust found himself in Waterfall instead. He stood over one of the grass cliffs that looked down upon the lagoon of water. It eventually seemed to cascade down the falls, into the abyss. The bluish tint of the milieu reminded him of his magic. The murder-weapon he used to kill everyone. The culmination of his entire being.

Dust stopped himself just as he began thinking too deeply about his actions. He found it all wasteful, because regret wouldn't change anything. Why waste your time with it? Instead, he began to wonder forward. The intense intent to kill was still lodged deep within him.

'My job's not over. It can't be over. There are still other kids out there who need to die. There's still more!!!' He held his skull tightly with his phalanges, digging and scrapping against the porcelain bones. To him, everything else seemed insane. Imperfect. He just couldn't allow himself to come to the terms that it was his fault that everyone was dead. Sure, the kid had committed genocide so many times. But by doing this, Dust had damned himself to this. Now, his world was empty, dead. It felt so painful.

It wasn't until then that Dust realized that he was leaning right over the edge of the cliff. He stopped for a mere second, looking down at what lie below once more. The water, the lilipads, and the quiet whispers of echo flowers. Sure, the waterfall was there too, but it was too far away to pull Dust into its current. Honestly though, Dust could care less.

He didn't want to commit suicide, as much as it might seem like it. He was just tired. So tired. With one small step forward, he found himself falling off the edge into the water. He landed, his body being pulled by the strong under current. Eventually, he found himself thrown up on the shore of the field. But he just kinda lay there, sleeping. Who knows if it was minutes, hours, or even days that went by. He just slept, for however long he could.


New POV (sorta):

Killer Sans stood in the entry to Waterfall of DustTale. He'd just searched all of Snowdin, and even the Ruins. Everyone was gone. 

However, Killer felt a shiver ride up his spine. This was definitely no ordinary genocide route. Error had told Killer to come to this AU with his bossy-ass demanding, because he said that it should be an easy AU to collect negativity for Nightmare. A genocide route always left AUs vulnerable. But this one seemed almost dead empty. Like, as if Alphys and everyone else who usually evacuated, never got their chance.

"So much for your order, Error." Killer grumbled. He definitively considered Error a proffesional asshole. Not only had the stupid glitch taken the biggest and best bedroom (besides Nightmare's of course), but he also walked around acting like Nightmare wasn't at all in charge. He ordered Killer around constantly, and acted all bitchy when he couldn't have his way. Yup, a professional asshole right there.

Killer just then realized that he'd entered the echo flower field. It smelled of dust, and water. Killer came to the waterfalls stretched before him. They looked beautiful with their luminescent glow and eye-catching height. But Killer lost his focus to something lying on the shore. "Is that... a guy?" 

He approached the body, who appeared to be a hooded skeleton. A Sans. Killer pondered whether the skeleton was actually alive or not. He tapped it with his foot. Killer jumped in surprise when the skeleton grabbed at his foot in what seemed to be annoyance, whilst forcing themself to sit up.

Killer inspected the Sans, seeing that their hood stayed up, that they were covered in dust, and that their tired eyesockets had an insane glow to them. They seemed to look at Killer in slight confusion. Killer broke the dead silence by asking, "Did you do it? Did you kill them all?" The other skeleton answered simply, "Yes... you did too didn't you?" Killer laughed softly, nodding. "Tell me your name." "...Dust."

Killer knew Nightmare would thank him later, maybe even let him finally get the damn room he wanted. "Well Dust. You can feel it right? That lack of purpose, now that you've done it. Like you want to know what's next." Dust looked at Killer in a way that answered the question fairly easily. Killer nodded, knowing exactly how Dust felt. Lost, without a purpose, but with a need. A need to kill.

"Maybe I can offer you something more?" Killer asked, but stepped back as Dust tilted his head, "Yeah? And what the hell is it about this proposition that's so special? Why shouldn't I just kill you right here for wasting my time?" Killer looked at Dust, not really wanting to cause trouble. As strong as Killer was, he knew trying to piss this guy off wouldn't be favorable, "It's an option that'll allow you to keep killing. To end more brats and continue with saving everyone... even if it means killing them all too."

Dust stopped, looking at Killer with plain hesitation, no matter how tempting this offer seemed. He didn't want to make a choice that would get him fucked up later. Killer smiled, seeming that he knew exactly how to do this.

"Dust, you seem indecisive. Trust me here, this option will help."


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