Reckoning Tale-An Undertale Fanfiction Novel

Chapter 94: Just Say He's Off His Rocker

Fun Level 5: Damaged

“I need to find something else,” Frisk said as she continued on her way. “Are the flowers edible?”

Never desperate enough to know. Don’t think they are poisonous, Frisk. Guess we better find out. How are you feeling?

“I handled the last monster just fine,” she said. “I’m okay, but I should find some real food if that happens again. Maybe I have to eat once every few months or something?”

Maybe. I don’t know.

*“What else could it be? You don’t think . . . I mean, that makes no sense.”

Nah, just forget it. Probably an eat once every half a year type of thing or whatever. Magic Underground is weird. But, yeah, let’s go try some flowers to see for sure. Oh? Sans is up ahead.

Frisk looked ahead of herself. Hollowed eye sockets. Motionless. Definitely the creepy guy again. I’m not off the path. What does he want?

Hey, stop being spooktactular. Are you ready to help us out more?

He acted like he didn’t even hear Amanda. Could he not hear Amanda anymore?

Hey. He doesn’t look too friendly.

You think? Frisk looked behind herself. Maybe he doesn’t want me going this way right now? She turned around and started to head in the opposite direction. Once again, he popped up right there, someways in front of her. Well, that wasn’t making things easier. “Can I help you?” she asked him. He didn’t respond. “Your Sans the Skeleton, right? I’m Frisk.” He still didn’t answer. Frisk turned around and started to head away in the original direction she was heading in.

He showed up in front of her again. A small distance away, but not as far. She realized that last time, he wasn’t as far either. He’s moving in closer. Is he going to try and fight me?

I’ve got no clue. Remember how I said Sans was a friend? Well, let’s not put him in the enemy camp, but maybe around the outside area of an enemy camp. You know, a sort of kind of enemy.

Frisk watched as he pulled her into a fight.

Well, nevermind, he just went into the enemy camp and pulled up a freaking chair. Papyrus! What’s going on with him? No Papyrus’ voice? Was Papyrus gone again? We didn’t do anything. Why would I? I’m Papyrus’ sweet wife, you know, the one he couldn’t live without and would never want to ever hurt? That shit’s not working is it?

Sans stretched his neckbones from side to side.

He’s so creepy! Frisk felt herself seize up. Her nightmare. She had to fight her nightmare? Okay, okay. Just another fight. Just, um, dodge? He wasn’t fighting though. Frisk looked from side to side. What was his problem? He didn’t want to be a friend. He wanted to drag her into a fight, but he wasn’t doing anything. She hit spare. He didn’t leave, but he didn’t fight. Should I flee? What does he want?

Staring. Well, he wasn’t staring. He just had empty eye sockets, but it just felt like he was just looking straight through her. What was he doing? Her body felt vulnerable to his stare. Just another enemy. Wear him down. Everyone needs sleep and to eat. I’ll wear him down. No big deal. Then, she yawned. Oh no. She couldn’t become tired. Focus. Wear him out. Can’t be that hard.

The hell is your freaking problem?! Papyrus, if you don’t speak up to me soon, I swear I will start calling you Toysrus instead!

“Sans isn’t feeling so well,” Papyrus finally spoke. “He wants to know stuff, but he doesn’t want to know stuff, and I can’t talk about that stuff because I promised him I would stay out of that stuff. And a promise is a promise! But, it’s nice to hear you again, Amanda. When you went down, you just slumped. It wasn’t like you at all.”