A drop here, a drop there (a one-shots/snippet book)

One Who Devours (Prototype/Undertale)

Sans was on his way for another chat with the woman behind the door when said doors started to swing open. He immediately stopped in his tracks, eye sockets widening before narrowing as he watched it move. Despite it being closed for decades, whoever behind it seemed to have no trouble opening the heavy weight, as he didn't hear even a grunt of effort from whoever's behind it. The door's movement left an impression in its wake in the snow, bathing it with soft light that was blocked by a black-clad figure.

'A human.' Sans thought with shock, and he quickly teleported away to the trees lining the path. He never got a warning from his friend behind the door. What happened to her, did this human kill her?

If he hurt her... Sans clenched his fists. This has never happened during a reset before, was this one of that damned flower's games? Though how Flowey could MAKE a human fall down, he didn't know...

The skeleton watched from behind a tree as the human stopped before the bridge. He was an adult man, menacing looking with his gray hood and black jacket. The human was pale, and seemed to have a perpetual scowl even while confused as he stared at the gate that Papyrus made. Red markings that Sans had never seen before decorated his back, and there are two white stripes on each of his arms.

In monster culture, children tend to wear clothes or any article of clothing with stripes. With monsters ranging from really small to huge depending on the species, the stripes helps identify whether someone is a child or just an adult monster whose species is small. So the stripes on the arms confused Sans somewhat, as there are no stripes on the human's torso and he's very clearly an adult. Maybe he's a teen?

The skeleton shook his head. Doesn't matter. He needs to act now. Before his brother can meet this potentially dangerous human.

With a thought, a forest of bones emerged from the ground around the human, pinning his limbs and ceasing his movement. Sans materialized a few feet behind the trapped human.

"Well, well, well, now what do we have here?" He began in a casual and relaxed tone. "A human in the Underground? Color me surprised."

What he was gonna say next was rudely interrupted when the human leapt, breaking the bones with an ease Sans never expected a human to have. The ground almost seemed to shake when the man landed a ways away, crouched slightly and hands to the sides. Sans sweated a bit at the cold silvery-blue eyes glaring at him from beneath the hood. And is it just the lighting or does the human's pale complexion remind him of a dead body?

The human only took a whooping one second to get over his surprise at seeing a skeleton monster, before he spoke. "Who are you? What do you want?" Even his voice sounded menacing, threatening with a slightly raspy undertone.

"Heh," Sans grinned, not letting the human get to him. "My name's Sans. Sans the skeleton. I'm a sentry, supposed to look out for humans. Now, usually I'm not the most enthusiastic with my job, but since the King only needed one soul left and you're conveniently in front of me..." He shrugged. "Well, might as well do my job right for once."

But the human seemed amused, relaxing slighting from his battle-ready form. "... 'Humans'?"

Sans faltered. He is a human...isn't he?
The skeleton then activated his other ability. His ability that came with the designation Judge, making him able to read a being's soul and pass the right judgement accordingly.

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The skeleton's sockets widened in shock and fear. Trembling, he took an involuntary step back as he beheld the horror in front of him.

The soul in front of him...it can hardly be called a soul. It didn't just hold one of the colors a human soul can have, no, it held ALL of them. All manners of shades shifting and twisting around each other as an amorphous mass of slime-looking material. It seemed at war and fought with itself and each other, unable to mix properly and left a twisted amalgamation of what they once was. Sans can almost hear the screams of the once living humans as their souls lived this horrifying existence.

And with his Level of Violence...

LV: 100

He had killed more than a few humans.

The creature doesn't look surprised at Sans' sudden change of countenance. In fact, it seemed it even expected it to happen and was mostly amused, if a bit bitter.

"Yes, I'm not human. All the others quickly found that out. In fact..."

Sans eye's widened even more in horror at the implications. And now that he's looking for it, he's able to see little slivers of white on the 'soul'. Almost unnoticable amongst the mass of color, but the white of monster souls are still present.

The unholy abomination grinned wickedly, mouth slowly stretching too wide, revealing razor sharp teeth.

"All of them monsters looked at me the same way right before they died."

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Aaaand that's a wrap! Thoughts?

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+Extra: you can take this as 'canon' to the main part, or simply a 'possibility for humor purposes'

".... I was kidding."

Huff, puff, "... What?"

"It wasn't all of them. I stopped after the first one when I found out that monsters have no flesh for me to consume. Well, two. Needed to make sure."

His answer was more bones through the torso.

"Yeah, my sister did say I have shit humor."