Deadswap

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Hello lovely, peeps! I hope you're having a lovely day and enjoy today's chapter!

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One for two
And two for three
An eye for an eye
A tooth for a tooth
A cycle we know
But never have pursued

-a year later-

Frisk and I were in Texas. there weren't a lot of Infected here. Though, the one's that were rotten are completely dead. They were rotting so I took it that their skin couldn't withstand the weather. It was hot most days but it was winter and so it would rain. When it rained, it was cold, so I would get an umbrella and jackets out. "Sans, why can't I carry a gun, these hammers don't do much." she said (I had to disagree, they were very good at killing these things). I sighed again and said, "Frisk, we've talked about this, you can't have one because you have no idea how much punch they have." I stated. If I knew she could handle the punch then yeah, I would have given her one. I fixed the knot (from my jacket which was around my waist) around my waist as Frisk swiped my face with her ponytail. Clearly, she was mad at me. Her hair had gotten longer, almost to the middle of her back. I rolled my eyes... teenagers.

"Sans, what's that?" I heard her voice shake. I looked past her to see a horde of Infected rushing towards up. Their faces melted and falling apart. "Runners. Run! RUN!" I grabbed Frisks hand and pulled her over into a abandoned building. An old Gardener store. "Hide, quick!" I urged. She went straight for the lawnmowers and weedeaters. I smiled on the inside. My hiding skills had taught her well. I rushed over beside her but not too close. I took out my shotgun and rolled a bat with nails dangerously sticking out of it to Frisk. She quickly picked it up as Runners started pouring in the store.

I stayed crouched but I had my legs ready to jump up and run at any given moment. "Psst!" I heard Frisk. I looked over and she mouthed 'What the hell?!' I scowled her for her language and shrugged my shoulders. Then it dawned on me. "Frisk, start the mowers." I whispered. "What?" she asked. "Start the mowers." I stated once more. She nodded and carefully pulled on the string of one. I really hoped she wouldn't catch the attention on an Infected.

They were rotten and smelled like old meat with slight hints of moldy cheese. Shit, I'm starving. I scowled myself, I shouldn't use such foul words. Frisk yanked on the string hard it rumbled but didn't start. However, it was enough to turn heads. Hungry mouths full of mangled teeth turned in our direction. An eyeball fell out of one of the guys faces and rolled over towards me. She yanked on it again. Same response causing more curiosity to rile. I got my shotgun ready to fire. She pulled again. Same response. She yanked ferociously causing a commotion. We were being put in a corner. I hating being bitten, three times now, and still the same results. I'd get a fever that would last for an hour or so, restless hunger and pain, and then nothing. Frisk had never been bitten, and I wasn't letting her get bitten now.

I stood up and started firing as the mower finally started to flare up with excitement. Great timing. I fired shot after shot. Frisk took the bat in her hands and started to swing it full force. I always admired her strength, she was able to take care of herself to an extent. "Sans, to your right!" she yelled knocking an Infected's head off with a heavy swing. I looked over to see a moaning and groaning Infected with maybe two teeth left. I pointed my gun at it and blew it's head up. "Frisk! Use the mower as coverage and mower your way out of here!" I yelled. She swung her bat again. "I can't leave you here!" she yelled back over the growing noises of half-dead corpses. "I told you a year ago that I wouldn't leave you by youself! I'll be fine, go!" I yelled. I took out my pistol having run out of bullets. I heard the mower's sound faded to the open entrance doors.

She is out now, that's all I cared about. However, with this amount of Infected, I knew she would runoff aimlessly to getaway. I would undoubtedly have a hard time looking for her. So much for a short relax after this traumatizing situation.

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Ten minutes, I had spent ten suspenseful minutes killing a hoard of Infected. I was obviously tired, but I needed to find Frisk. She didn't know what it was like to be by herself. Sure, defending herself was an easy teach, but I never taught her survival. I didn't think we'd get split up. I needed to find something to eat too. I normally kept food in my bag for Frisk and used my magic to satisfy my own needs and wants. Unfortunately, what was left was used this morning. I sighed shakily. The good news, I had hit a bunch of gun shops so I had more than enough ammo for my guns. If I ran out, I had a hammer, knives, etc. (AUTHOR NOTE: I would like to point out, Sans has a constant fear of not being able to defend himself and Frisk so he stocks up on weaponry often. Thought I should point that out.) I looked around for any quality cáfe, restaurant, shop, bakery, literally anything, but everything had moldy food. I gagged at the scent when I entered the genre of foody places.

I needed to eat, so I went to a store. I had to get canned food, I hated canned food. Only barbarians ate food from a can (guess I'm a barbarian now). (AUTHOR NOTE: So Sans in this book can get drunk from drinking but his alcohol tolerance is still sky-high. It would take a lot to get him drunk.) So I went to the canned foods aisle and started to make room in the bag for food. I got as many cans as I could get (I snuck a gin bottle in my bag) and then realized something. I could get myself killed.

This store had no Infected in it. One thing you learn in times like these, every store had Infected in it unless this was someone's domain. Someone lived here, and when you consider the amount of food missing, it was a group of people. Then some more bricks hit me, Frisk had run off and I had no damn idea where she was. I sighed and looked over, completely forgetting the cuss word, and noticed a tall man in a tank top. I hurried stuffed food cans in my bag before hearing a girl's voice with panic. Frisk's voice. I looked over to see him trying to take her clothes off and another man helping him. So, instead of sniping them, my dad instincts kicked in and I sliced the tanked top guy's head off with my machete. I was a good dad but a dumb skeleton. I looked over at the other guy holding Frisk, who had managed to take her shirt off, and was holding a gun to her head.

"Try anything and the girl gets it!"

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So there you go another chapter.

Disclosure: I didn't put a warning before the mentioning of clothing removal because I wasn't getting into detail. It there are any concerns, I apologize.

Anyways, I would like to get into more detail on Sans' character. Sans is a very protective father figure for Frisk as she and he have no one else to go to in desperate times. It's him and her against odds. He knows that, so he teaches her the more common needs of defense than the unexpected conflicts in the needs of survival. Frisk does not know how to survive by herself as she has never been left alone, and again, never taught.

Sans is also a well-prepared gunman who is expertly skilled in one-shoting an Infected. However, his paranoia for being defenseless is a big problem. He and Frisk never get too far because he's stopping constantly for weaponry.

Well, that's all I can remember that needs to be said so, with that, I will see you next chapter!

Later peeps!