Tired

Start to expect the unexpected

Wow, these titles are lame XD
Also, I think of Goth as a girl ;3
Don't get triggered
Please tell me if i spell something wrong
Also, I found this picture, and it really suited this chapter XDDDDD
Happy reading
Even though this sucks
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Sans' POV
Welp, that was...weird. The author probably ran out of ideas on what to do with us. {im breaking the fourth wall~}
Geno chuckled. "Welp, I guess it's time to leave. We've caused enough trouble."
"ı ṡєċȏṅԀ ṭһѧṭ, ı'ṃ ʟѧṭє ғȏя ȗṅԀєяṅȏṿєʟѧ. ı ẇѧṅṭ ṭȏ ҡṅȏẇ ẇһѧṭ һѧƿƿєṅṡ ṭȏ ṡıṅ."
"Look at you, brah, always so unrad and grumpy" Fresh muttered.
(quick switch to 3rd person)
No one could've predicted the following events. Everyone was busy bidding farewell to each other, no one noticed Frisk silently pick up her knife.
She silently glided across the golden tiles, movements practiced.
She was aiming for her Sans.
She wanted to kill.
Just when she as about to plunge the blade into Classic's back, a blurred figure glided between, taking the hit and gasped in pain.
Frisk felt the familiar sensation of blood drip onto her clothes, immediately dyeing it a crimson red.
She looked up, and saw...
Geno
She quickly shoved him away. He fell to the ground, his bones clattering against the cold floor.
The sound of cracking ribs could be heard, dust scattering around the body.
Geno was sprawled on his side, fresh blood and bone marrow leaking from his clothes, creating a small puddle by his chest.
Just then, sound of another portal was heard, and the caster was none other than Death himself.
And a teenager.
"...mom?..."
"Goth..."
Everyone snapped out of their shock.
All Hell broke loose.
Geno's POV
I feel the knife sink into my old wound, causing me to gasp. I remember that one genocide timeline in which I had become who I am now...
I couldn't just let the classic Sans get killed.
I would've never forgiven myself.
I am tossed to the side like a doll, too weak to resist. I can sense my HP dropping every second, my DETERMINATION slowing it a bit.
My ribs cracked, causing me to flinch. Specks of dust floated to the floor, somehow mesmerizing me. What if I died here? What would become of my child? Reaper can't always be there for her because of his job...
What would Reaper do?
My breaths were coming short.
"...mom?..."
My eyesockets widen.
"Goth.."
I gasped for breath. I could feel Reaper's presence here. I smiled faintly. Things were going to get messy.
(3rd person again)
The god saw Geno lying, injured, on the ground.
Reaper was beyond mad. He was absolutely furious at the human.
"What. Do. You. Think. You're. Doing." He growled. A dangerous aura surrounded him, and everyone backed away, not wanting to approach. Faint azure flames flickered in his left eyesocket.
He reeked of death.
When Frisk didn't answer, he pulled out his scythe and several humoungous gaster blasters.
"I hate working on my time off."
All the blasters fired, narrowly missing the human. The god narrowed his eyes, making his attack patterns so tight together that it was almost impossible to dodge. Slowly, Frisk's HP went down, bit by bit, till she was at 1 HP. The others knew better than to interfere. Goth slipped over to Geno, and placed him back in the SAVE screen.

Frisk's blood was painted on the tiles, splattered on the wall, and yet, she kept on fighting, her HP reaching decimals. A fatal bone impaled her, causing her to cough up more blood. Reaper approached, ready to reap. Ready to do his job.
"Burn in Hell"
And frisk was no more
For now
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Sorry i didn't post earlier qwq
Tried to fill in all the time gaps -_-;
643 words
(im actually doing a word count????)