Warning: quite a bit of gore
Another warning, I suck at writing gorey scenes
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Chara's POV
What happened?...
A dark creature stands before me, looking deadly with that cyan eye piercing deep into my SOUL.
He snaps his blackened fingers, turning the warm glow of the light in the Corridor to an icy obsidian black, shot with streaks of reddish-purple and silvery stars. His smug, arrogant, imposing smirk softened for a minute, eyes slightly glazed.
Just a minute.
I tried to take advantage of that
"What, too soft to come after me?" I asked, grin full of mischeif.
Almost immediately, his posture straightened, expression hardening.
" Never. Call. Me. Soft." he snarled.
His tone was... Harsh. I saw something flash in his remaining eye. An old memory? Regret? I'll never know. His voice was broken. In that, I mean strained, arrogant, probably in hopes of smothering the fatigue, barely audible, but still there.
Suddenly, he lunges towards me. Silly me, I forgot I was in a battle. I barely dodge his first tentacle- it grazes my cheek, leaving a line of red on my pale and dirty face. He moves like lightning... I am not prepeared for the second one. He teleports a meter to my right. The knife-like tip of his tar-covered tentacle smashes into my side, the impact causing me to collapse on my good side, hand on the right. Blood gushed out of the wound. I groan out of pain. Even if this was just a nightmare, it hurt like h e l l. I lie there, gasping for breath. My vision blurs, black spots invading my line of view. I somehow make out the intruders face over mine. Pure rage burns in his expression, face contorted into a scowl.
A third tentacle pierces my left leg, making me scream in agony. My hands are now curled up, my face red with pain. He has nearly completely disabled me.
He chuckled slowly, in a menacing way.
" The fucking king has arrived"
Once again, blood is splattered all over the dark golden tiles of the Final Corridor, where the Judge casts their judgement, whether right or wrong.
Another one wraps slowly on my chest. He made sure to squeeze my still-bleeding wound on the side.
At this point, I can barely resist. Even Sans, Papyrus and Undyne can't do this much damage combined.
With all his might, he throws me onto the marble pillar of the Hall, cracking and denting me along with it. My body feels like it's on fire. I'm sure I broke at least half the bones in my body after this next attack:
Pinning me there with blue magic with one corrupt hand, he raised the other. I instinctively flinch backwards, earning a hard slam on the pillar. So, I have no choice but to stay still.
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Sh*t sh*t sh*t sh*ttyyyyyy
I think the fandom's dying
YOU ARE READING
Tired
أدب الهواةThis was my first story. Sans, after a round of particularly draining RESETS, wants to get to the root of the problem. And so, he asks. He gets an answer, but things start to jumble and blend into an incomprehensible mixture of worlds and theories...
