Hi there! So, this book is coming to an end soon, and I would like to say that I really appreciate all the support I got on this book! After i finish this, I plan on starting a new one, though I'm not quite sure what it will be about. (well, not anymore, thank you sheepy snowtato X3)
Thank you readers again, and enjoy (^o^)
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Chara's speech (ghost form): italics
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A dark portal opened in front of them. I glitched slightly, like Error's, but reeked of death. Waves of despair and blood rolled of the rip in space. Sans suspected Reaper and Geno opening that together.
The portal led to the SAVE screen where Geno resided. Out of it tumbled a bloodied and bruise- wait, that's not the right thing to say. She was badly beaten, with barely any clean skin left on show. Bits of bone were made visible in jagged bleeding wounds, making the bloody mess of a Hall even bloodier, if that was even possible.
Frisk had just enough DETERMINATION and strength left in her to do the following:
Frisk slowly got up into a ball-like state. She tenderly felt her wounds with her one working hand, the other charred and blackened [wHO wAnTS SomE CHArreD HuMAn MeaT].
A single silvery tear leaked out of her closed eyes.
"I'm sorry..." she whispered.
Her face was paling from the effort of simply moving her mouth. Beads of sweat rolled down the side of her face, washing away a little of the blood and dust stuck on her now-sticky skin.
Choking back a groan of pain, she raised her hand. Instinctively, the others (apart from Fresh) got into a battle stance.
Wisps of a cyan blue and traces of a bright yellow flowed from Sans' left eye. His left boney hand was almost completely out of his pocket, ready to conjure up attacks.
Chara, being a ghost, couldn't do much, but raised her arms in a "X" in front of her, to shield herself from the impact in case Sans fired his blasters.
To their great surprise, Frisk didn't go for the FIGHT option to deliver a fatal blow or something in the category. Instead, she clicked on the MERCY option.
*spare
"W-what?"
"Why would you spare us? You've killed us so many times... And now you offer us your mercy?"
"..."
"I'll take it, hopefully with some ketchup on top."
*Sans accepts your act of kindness
"Seriously, never do that again. Or else, I'll make Fresh throw you into the VOID."
*Chara willingly accepts your measly spare.
Frisk smiled weakly. Raising her hand once more, she RESET the world one last time.
The last thing they saw was a bright ruby eye staring back at them.
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Here's a poll
I don't want to do this too late, so please comment what you want me to write after I finish this book, choices are in the, well, choices below.
-Forced God/Destroyer (Error) [belongs to harrish6]
-Sequel
-Depressed Sans with RESETS
-Reader x (insert character)
-Error x Ink
-Nightmare x Error
-Ship Book (comment)
-other
Also, for the ending of the book
-Frisk doesn't stop the genocide
-Frisk plays pacifist
Thx!
A/N: If the majority chooses the genocide ending, if I ever do a sequel, it will probably be about depressed sans
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Tired
FanfictionThis 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...
