Reckoning Tale-An Undertale Fanfiction Novel

Chapter 98: Lazy At Acting Fast

Fun level Five: Damaged

Sans checked the reading levels of Frisk’s, but saw weird activity in her soul. He expected that. She was a human soul jammed but not taken over with another human soul. Fused, but separate entities. He expected something. What he didn’t expect though was to see a new reading flood in on all sides. He didn’t even know how to read what he was seeing. “Papyrus, what was that?”

“That looked like a psychic flood, too large for the human to handle. Is she okay?”

“A psychic flood in the soul. How could that be?” Sans just stared at his readings. Weird. He rechecked her vital signs. Still healthy. “Sweater Girl, you okay?” He looked back toward her.

She was knocked out. Sans went over and checked all the connections he put on her. There was nothing deadly enough to hurt her. He’d have known if something overloaded and electrocuted her. “Sweater Girl? Yo?” He snapped his bony fingers to wake her up. Her eyes flitted open. She was still dazed, but once again Sans could see into her again.

Even if she managed to trick a skeleton for the first time, she was barely conscious for the second reading. It made him take several steps backward. He went to the machine again.

“Sans. You can see it.”

“I can’t. I . . .” He adjusted the old machine as best he could. He had connections around her brain, to sense what he could of whatever was inside her brain that would take over. He had to know more about it. How was it so powerful? If Sweater Girl really was as innocent as he read, over and over, what kind of powerful magic could take over to turn her?

A little bit more and he’d have the answer. Just a little more.

“Sans. Oh, Sans," Papyrus said. "That’s not right, is it?”

“What is that?” Sans tapped the readout on the machine. Frisk had a dark area inside of her brain that he couldn’t understand. It was. Sonuvabitch.

“Don’t say that about him,” Papyrus insisted. “He’s half of himself. He’s not a good cut. Please don’t say that.”

Sans knew how much it hurt, but it was true. His nephew didn’t just inject Frisk and set her free. He had to cave her conscience first. When he wore her all out, then there was nothing to stop Frisk’s brain into the dark magic spots. Which were controls.

Sweater Girl didn’t just get an injection. Her feet had sensors in them, for determining the temperature and soil. Same with her hands. Each finger had some kind of sensors too, probably for judging the clasping of how tight something had been. On the brain’s dark areas were multiple sensors on movement. On brain activity. "Nightmares." He heard her complain about that. "Amnesia." She had that too, bad. Couldn't remember much past four years. "She may have been dropped to the Underground, but she's had this going on for a long time." Someone made her their puppet a long time ago.

Someone would have full control of her after breaking the conscience connection. Hell, she was more zombie than alive. “No one could survive that.” The strength to break free from something that powerful, pulling that much from the body? It didn’t exist. Who knew what would happen if it did? “She’s essentially piloted.”

“When she breaks. If she breaks,” Papyrus corrected himself.

“Soul. Mind. Body. Someone could have her body right now, but they need the soul for that invincible carnage they brought down here." He looked back at the readings. "Her mind is good, she's all good. So. Oh fuck, I gotta get this out of her,” Sans said quickly. “It’s a poison, it’s going to hurt her. Even if she doesn’t want to break, if she’s down here too long, it’s gonna. That poison, too long in there and it’s gonna break her! The Underground will be doomed again!”