"Finally..." Chara cackles, slipping the golden gauntlet over her hand. "The power to become a GOD." The six human souls are released from their capsules, each settling themselves in the empty spaces on the gauntlet. "And now... For the final piece." Frisk's red soul sparkles in Chara's hand, the steady thrum beating against her finger tips. Suddenly, a huge blue bone sticks through Chara's stomach, her body quickly freezing in place. "Comedian! How nice of you to join me." Sans emerges from the darkness, left eye illuminated. "I can't let you do this." Sans growls, teeth gritting. "Haha! Oh, comedian." Chara looks down. "You should've aimed for the head." With the final soul slipping into its place, Chara snaps her fingers.
"Sans... Sans I don't feel so good..." Papyrus stubbles to the ground. Sans's eyes widen. "H-hey! Y-you're going to be ok, Paps! You're— you're..." Papyrus looks up into Sans's eyes for a moment. "I'm sorry." With that, he turns to dust.
I'm sorry, please forgive me.
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Short StoryA creative oasis for all my lost stories. This book will be filled with my discontinued stories/snippets of stories that I never got around to finish. If you see something you would like to see me continue, let me know and I'll try to get on it. Tha...
