Boom, crash, clatter.... Sans stood by trying to fight off the menace that was error. He was trying so hard to get at Classic's girl Frisk. Error's frisk couldn't handle the abuse anymore and ended up dying and giving up her own soul to the error Asgore. this land was in massed chaos and death on steroids. The amount of pain and suffering that was ongoing in the land was heavily traumatic and chaotic. The redundancy of everything was typical. Pain and death, pain and death. Sans barely held his own against error, the pain he felt in his bones rattled him to his core. The scent of blood filled the air as he fought, Frisk tried helping but only cause herself more injuries. "Why do you have the need to take my frisk away from me...?" He cried out as he was trying so hard to protect his wife and the mother of his children. "I-I-I'm so tired of prete-e-e-ending, Whe-e-e-ere's my happy e-e-e-endi-i-i-i-ing..?" error said sharply. "My frisk i-i-is d-d-d-d-dead." he bluntly said as blue tears ran down his face staining his cheeks. "I-i-i-i-if I cant have a f-f-f-f-frisk then neither shall a-a-a-any of you!" Sans turned to frisk and with a pale look noticed she was losing a lot of blood. "I got to get her out of here and find paps...." Error smirked and sent his attacks towards frisk. Sans jumped in front of her and blocked the attacks with a glaster blaster. The skull cracked as the onslaught of attacks came on and kept coming. "I-I-I-I Just want to feel myself, You w-w-w-want me to k-k-k-k-ill myself." Error chanted as his attacks grew more and more. "Cry out for me....m-make my d-d-day."
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Sans x frisk: A tale of two souls (Discontinued)
FanfictionIt all starts with frisk a young 15 year old female that has fallen into the world of the monsters, she meets toriel an elder goat mother whom takes frisk and raises her to the ripe age of 23 and frisk soon realizes she wants to move on and discover...
