Tired

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Sorry for the late updates qwq
My exam week is starting, so this is a really rushed chappy :3
16/12/2019
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Sans's POV:

I know this is unfair, two versus one, my SOUL tugging my mind to stop the fight, but my mind wins.
Something felt wrong from the start. Frisk looked like a fish out of water, completely of her usual murderous intent I had gotten most acquainted with. She reluctantly summons the Toy Knife. It doesn't matter, does it? She's going to kill everyone I love if I don't stop her...
Where does this newfound will come from? Frankly, I don't know. The adrenaline coming from it is a valuable asset. My magic is replenished, Fresh beside me motivating me even further.
When was the last time I ever cared so much? The first Genocide Run? That happened such a long time ago...
Lazy as I may seem and be, I find myself willing to Fight.
Frisk's vibe is off, but... I can't stop now.
Fresh, standing beside me, gives me a thumbs up. I grin in response.
I start off with a completely different attack sequence than what I usually use. Frisk doesn't even react. She just squeezes her eyes shut and takes the hit. A mass of sharp bones and beams of concentrated fire tear through flesh and bone, cutting open skin, leaving her on her bloodied knees. She doesn't dodge...
No, wait... She doesn't WANT to dodge.
As Frisk struggles to stay in place, I realize: she's fighting her own battle in mine. I cut off the fight. A relieved sigh escaped her mouth, cut off suddenly by her jaw snapping shut.
She immediately collapses. Luckily, I catch her before she hits the cold snowy ground with blue magic. I look behind me. I see Fresh leaning on a tree, head bowed down, a blank look on his face. Heck, even his glasses said nothing. He seems to be...remembering something. He then lifts up his head, perking up at a familiar foot pace.
"SANS!! IS THAT A HUMAN?!"
Sh*t. I forgot to check the time...