Tired

Anomaly

Ok, time for the other choice
Also, i sort of published a one-shot request book... :3
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If you didn't want Chara to possess Fresh:
Chara's POV:
My hand was just about to touch the CORRUPT option when it slid to SAVE.
Now, I am not exactly regretting it, but the boredom is killing me. I like a bit of action, a bit of drama, especially (most of the time) fight scenes. The author isn't exactly good at writing these, though, so my existance is pretty worthless. This- this timeline on the other hand was quite the ride for me. I can only sit back and watch the two counterparts goof around, since pretty much everyone left.
Three beings walk into the Hall.
A human ghost, two skeletons, one lazy as heck and the other dressed in blinding neon.
Several hours later, the fribing punch line still hasn't arrived.
To pass the time, I stare at Sans, playing fetch with his mini Gaster Blaster. The Blaster zooms across the room, trying to catch Sans's flying finger.
Fresh, on the other hand, is jumping around the Hall, skipping and hopping merrily like he was on a sugar rush.
Gosh, these two are uncontrollable, and I thought Frisk was bad enough...
We waited.
And waited.
And waited.
My eyelids slowly droop down, mind drowsy and eyes unfocused. My vision starts to blur, sounds resonating painfully in my ears, yet the sound lulls me peacefully.
Without knowing it, I fall into a deep deep sleep...
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Darkness
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Comfort
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Peace
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A disturbance in your slumber
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LOVE
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A striking black
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A dream.
Or should I say, a  N I G H T M A R E?...

[In the dream]
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You slowly open your eyes, not wanting to leave the dark, comforting place.
A bright golden light floods the Hall.
The Last Corridor.
Dust floats aimlessly in the air, drifting around in the light.
Sans stands there, and so do you.
The Judge of the Underground.
Chosen a while back when he still cared, when he was of a younger age, when 22. 4. 711920518 was the Royal Scientist, and Sans his assistant. They would often visit the King and Queen. The visits were pleasant, though next to no one remembers the fallen scientist. Heck, only four remember Him in the whole Underground, one dead, one soulless, one barely even saw him, and the other, well, can't muster the strength to care.
Back to the Hall:
Something feels.... off. An anomaly. You stare at each other, knowing what will come next. No long speech, not many words are needed between us, only his famous line:
"It's a beautiful day outside. Birds are singing, flowers are blooming..." Sans pauses. You are confused. Sans never hesitates in front of an enemy. That ominous feeling never leaves you, but you decide that it's only you sins crawling up your back.
"On days like these, kids like you,"
His eyesockets go blank. Perfectly normal, except that a black substance starts leaking slowly out of his dead sockets.
"S h o u l d  b e  s h a k i n g  i n  t h e i r  s l e e p.
"Wait, what?"
Nonononononono this isn't supposed to happen...
That liquid seeps from his bones, wrapping him in black. Four giant tentacles erupt through the back of his hoodie, dangling above him with razor sharp ends. The goop pools around him, a bright cyan eyelight shining in the left eyesocket; however, the right one is out of commission, the substance hanging over and in it live a sticky veil.
What happened?...
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I'm pretty sure near everyone can guess who it is ;3
I didn't exactly know what to put for the last line of the speech, so i winged it ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
Someone please give me an idea on what to write next