Soul Status:
Rose: 1 Blue: 4 Orange: 11 Cyan: 1 Green: 9 Yellow: 3 Purple: 7 White: 0
Monster Multiplier: 1
"NOOOO!!!" I screamed as she tripped over a thick green root. She tumbled down, and all I saw were her frightened eyes. I froze. I could only think of one thing. To SAVE her. But I couldn't get my legs to move. COME ON!!! I thought to myself, YOU'RE 16, AND ALREADY A POLICE OFFICER!!! THIS IS WHAT YOU'VE BEEN TRAINING FOR!!! TO SAVE HER!!! I ran the 50 yards to the hole, and leaped. Falling, falling, falling, falling, falling, falling, falling, falling, falling, falling, falling, falling, falling, falling, falling, falling, falling, falling, falling, falling, falling, falling, falling, falling, falling, falling, falling, falling, falling, falling, falling, falling, falling, falling, falling, falling, falling, falling, falling, falling, falling, falling, falling, falling, falling, falling, falling, falling, falling, falling, falling, falling, falling, falling, falling, falling, falling, falling, falling, falling, falling, falling, falling, falling. It was all I knew for, according to my internal clock, three days. Lucky I had food in my bag. Then I saw a yellow speck. Then, it was a yellow box. Then, my face was in flowers. I stood up quickly. I had not been hurt on landing. I looked around me. She was not there, but there was a very 'her' sized indent in the flowers. I rushed into the next room. There was a large mass of bones sticking from the ground, all over the place. Clearly, some monster had control of bones. There was a yellow flower sticking from the ground.
"Howdy, I'm Flowey, Flowey the Flower," The yellow flower said in a cheerful voice.
SOUL TYPE RIGHT: YELLOW
I stopped, and slowly summoned three glowing orbs above my hand, ready to be shot.
"Where is she?" Flowey lost his cheeriness instantly.
"DEAD!!!" Then he laughed, a shrieking, horrible thing. Thorned vines shot from the ground, wrapping themselves around me, "FRISK IS DEAD!!!! KILLED BY THE SMILEY TRASHBAG, SANS!!!!!!" I grinned. Finally, a real fight!!!
SOUL TYPE LEFT: ORANGE
My hand glowed orange as I karate chopped through the vine, doing enhanced damage, thanks to my most recently acquired soul. Flowey screamed, his face turning gruesome.
SOUL TYPE LEFT RIGHT: BLUE
I turned sideways as two more vines shot on either side of me, creating two spinning wheels, and slicing through them. Flowey, enraged, wrapped me in many vines. *sigh* Fine then.
TRUE SOUL TYPE
A rose colored spear broke through the mass of vines, and went straight through Flowey's head. I expected a soul to pop out the other side, speared by my lance, but there was nothing there. Flowey laughed again.
"NO SOUL FOR YOU TO CLAIM, ARTY!!!" He knew my name. But only one person was allowed to call me Arty.
"Then your powers will suit me just as well..." I pulled on the LIFE ESSENCE within his being, and the vines began to loosen and wither.
"No... NO... NO!!!"I kept drawing from him, "PLEASE!!! STOP!!! IF YOU TAKE IT, I'LL HAVE NOTHING LEFT!!!"
"I will leave you with your sentience. I don't need that." And then Flowey the Flower was powerless, but I would not begrudge him the ability to travel around this place. I left him those things. Travelling and sentience. I walked away. The monsters were all talking. A Human had been killed and taken to the king's castle.
"I've never seen you before," a monster with only one eye said to me, "You look almost human." I went around and got to know them. Then I killed them all. Vines burst from the walls, sealing them in. Spears of rose light speared from my fingertips, bursting straight through them, and I yanked back on it, and it curled like string. I killed every monster. 5. 17. 28. 30. Every death hurt my conscience. Was there an abundance of them today? I asked myself, for the area seemed overcrowded. It did no matter. The more monsters, the better my chances at killing the one Flowey called SANS.
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FanfictionIn this AU, we take a dive into the world of Seraphim!Sans. If you have not watched "The Thought" On youtube, do so, because this is another version of that world. In this reality, Frisk is a 16 year old girl, and was, of course, killed and absorbe...