A/N
Quick note, this will be the first time I'm writing a fanfic, EVER. The pacing will be shit, characters will be off, and I'm writing this as I go, so plot holes are bound to pop up.
I really want to improve and make this story good, as I have never seen a fanfic with this premise, so give me some tips and corrections from time to time.
This chapter will just be how sans gets to gensokyo.
P.S. a little encouragement goes a long way.
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Mt Ebott 20XX
*CLANG*
*CRASH*
*VWOOM*
The sound of two forces violently clashing could be heard from Judgment Hall. Remnants of massive pillars were scattered across the landscape, and scattered bones accompanied by deep gashes littered the floors and walls.
*CRASH*
A dot flew into a pillar, kicking up debris, before flying back towards its aggressor.
whipping their arm, the knife flew towards its target, but only ended up cutting through air.
Their target no longer anywhere near them, the human silently prepared themselves for what's to come.
Their skin was dotted with bruises and punctures, and their blue and purple striped shirt was tattered, signifying countless close calls.
Around their neck was not a heart locket, but an orange manly bandana.
The human, Frisk, gripped the Real Knife in their hand with familiarity.
They had a plan.
On the opposite side of the room stood a skeleton. Wearing a blue jacket, black striped pants and pink slippers, he bore a wide goofy grin on his face. Despite that, you could tell from his empty, void-like eyes that he was not happy.
Oddly enough, he was untouched.
Even more odd, he was sweating.
The skeleton, sans, was reaching his limit.
Regardless, he pressed forward. Holding out his hand, a new barrage of bones and laser skulls appeared from nothing.
Both fighters continued moving at a feverish pace, the skeleton dodging every attack while spawning and manipulating bone structures to assault the human.
This, however, was clearly not their first attempt, as they weaved through these attacks with practiced ease, only gaining the occasional scratch.
With this, the human began to gain ground, and sweat drops began cascading down the skeletons face. But with a bright flash, the humans soul turns dark blue before flying away, taking them with it.
BOOM
Crashing into another pillar, frisk seemed to lose their patience.
They stood from their man made crater before vanishing with a crimson afterimage.
The skeleton's eye sockets widen before flashing blue. Just barely able to trace her movements, he conjured a dense cage of bones around himself.
Just as he does, the human reappears behind him and whips her arm, releasing a devastating crimson slash that tore up the ground as it went.
Upon contact with the skeletons makeshift shield, a deafening explosion rings out alongside a resounding crack. As the human follows up, she quickly realizes that the skeleton is no longer inside.
Once again, the humans soul turns blue, and she is pressed to the ground with an incomprehensible amount of force.
Vreeooww
When the air above starts to glow a bright light blue, her eyes widen in realization.
She looks up to see dozens of dragon-like skulls charging up projectiles, with the blue jacketed skeleton standing atop one of them. His smile widens slightly, before waving his hand, and all the beams fire simultaneously.
Flexing her DETERMINATION, she burns off the blue magic with her own soul power and barely escapes the attack. She was still hit with the blast, but it was better than direct contact.
When the smoke cleared, she glanced at her HP
66.
'it'll have to do.' she mumbles to herself.
Then, almost on instinct, she back steps multiple meters as a bone the size of a pillar stabs into where she just was.
Looking up she can see countless bones of the same size. Clicking her tongue, frisk mutters to herself,
"This parts always annoying."
Regardless, she still lept directly into the fray.
Briefly landing on a bone, her eyes flash red, and she starts erratically leaping between attacks like lightning, leaving a crimson trail in her wake.
The skeleton watches the sight, before sighing.
He wanted to catch his breath a little bit, but it seems like the kid has other plans.
Suddenly, he teleports away as the ground he was standing on was stabbed with a knife.
Her weapon plunged into the ground, the surrounding air started to hum with red energy, before exploding.
The skeleton, who was just barely out of range, and also out of breath, started talking to buy some time.
"You uh... Really like swinging that thing around huh?"
The human merely looked in his direction.
"Y'know, we could just take a seat and talk it out. I know you love your knives and all, but there are other ways to get your point across."
The human dashes towards him, although, noticeably slower than before.
'tough crowd huh?' the skeleton mumbles to himself, noting how damaged she is, before meeting the humans attack with two crossed bones.
The two clashed briefly before Sans forced her away. "I'm getting real sick of this." He proclaimed.
Once again using his blue magic, he forced the airborne human into the ground.
Frisk, who was also fatigued, could barely even sit up before a massive bone rose from the ground, punting her into the air.
As she flew through the air helplessly, she saw herself surrounded by blasters.
"You're done." Sans stated.
Frisk then went into bullet time.
She was put in a bad spot, and had low HP, 32, to be exact. As she observed her situation, she concluded that if nothing happened, she would die here, and she was certain that sans knew that too.
Her equipment wouldn't negate enough damage to get out of this.
But what about other equipment?
With a quick manipulation of her menu, frisk forsakes the bandana and equips an accessory she had neglected to put on before the fight, a golden heart shaped locket.
That's the last thing she does before her vision turns white, and a searing pain envelopes her.
As the dust begins to clear, the skeleton closes his eyes and breathes out a sigh of relief. He won this time as well. While the kid will obviously be back, it usually takes a while for them to reset. So he's decided to take this time to go to grillbyz-
9999999
The human now stands behind the skeleton, who has a gaping slash wound across his chest.
The human has several burn wounds all over her body, and her HP is sitting at exactly 1.
Sans falls to his knees.
Seems like he let his guard down.
As he ran his hand over the wound in his ribcage, reality began to set in.
He lost.
Shock, pain, fear, and worst of all, disappointment.
He was extremely disappointed. Not of the human, but in himself.
He thought he had at least a couple more resets before the human figured him out.
Feeling himself drift away, his thoughts went back to the beginning.
Throughout all of it, he knew what was going on. He knew what the human was like, what they were doing.
And he did nothing.
'If it was all going to be reset, why even bother?'
None of it really mattered anyway if it was all gonna be reset in the end. So he gave up. He gave up before he even began.
But even though he said that...
When he saw the remnants of his brother, his dust spread in the snow indistinguishably...
He couldn't stick to those words. For the first time in a long time, he felt stirred to act.
And all it took was the death of his only family and friends.
Even now, the guilt of his inaction was eating him alive. He could have done more, he should have been better.
But no.
His silly attempts at manipulating the human into taking another path.
His half-assed attempts to shake her DETERMINATION.
It all led up to nothing but his demise.
Even though it's all gonna be reset, the sour feeling remains.
The fact is, he should have killed her a long time ago. And now his sloth has costed everyone.
...
No.
That's something he can't allow to happen.
His brother, his friends, and himself. Everybody in the underground perished, and perhaps even humanity is next.
Everything could have been avoided if he did his job. So he has to do something to make up for it. He has to atone for his sins.
And what kind of judge would he be if he let this rotten kid get away with their crimes?
All of this happened because he threw in the towel early. So let's flip the script.
The JUSTICE in his soul flared brightly, flooding his bones with just enough DETERMINATION to resist death.
Sans heaves one last time, lifting his heavy body and ignoring the feeling of his bones melting.
'Monsters and DT don't mix well huh?' He thought with slight amusement.
His left eye started flickering back to life, and he raises his hand, chunks of it falling off and turning to dust.
Believing in his aim, he conjures a single small bone at his finger tips.
That's all that's required, and it's all he can do.
With the rest of his will power, which admittedly there ain't a lot of, he shoots off the bone with mighty force.
Perhaps because it was tinged by the JUSTICE attribute, it flew at a blindingly fast speed.
The human, upon sensing something wrong, belatedly realized that they didn't hear sans turn to dust.
Unfortunately, it was too late, they could only attempt to turn around before having their chest pierced by a hypersonic bone.
Face torn with shock and anger, the human fell to their knees.
Their save point was merely a couple of steps away. They were so close.
Frustration wracked their very being, and they turned to look at sans with one last spiteful glare before collapsing.
With her last HP claimed, sans falls onto his stomach, aggravating his wound, but he doesn't care.
He did it. He gave it his all, and he did it.
And now, the loops will continue.
Over and over.
Sans wasn't a fool.
He knew that in one of her turns, he would be too tired to dodge, and he would die regardless of his will.
But that wouldn't be this time, or the next.
He finally had a will, a purpose to work for.
Make that human suffer. Delay the extinction of monster kind for as long as possible.
That way, he could truly say that he tried.
And so, on the verge of death, he made a vow.
He vowed to live. He vowed to try. He vowed to stay DETERMINED, until his last breath.
His newfound goal thrumming in his mind, he closed his eyes and waited for his time to run out.
But something strange happened.
Space distorted beneath him, and a tear in reality opened.
A gap with dozens of eyes inside appeared and started to slowly suck him in.
Had he been in a more lucid state, sans would have noticed. But he just associated the sensation of falling with that of death, and fell asleep.
It would take him a while to wake up and realize that he was still alive, and no longer in the underground.
All the while, wondering why he never heard the humans soul shatter.
"My," A suspicious blonde woman walks out from behind a pillar and smiles mischievously, "We can't have you dying after I just found you, can we?"
The mysterious blond women walks forward, and holds the humans cracked soul. They should have died already, but the border between life and death is a rather simple thing to manipulate for someone like her.
Having remembered something interesting she read on her tour through the underground, she opened a gap, and took out the skeletons soul. It was much more cracked than the humans, but that much wouldn't matter.
"I have an idea for you two..."
"Time for a little project. I hope he won't mind~"