I attempt to glance behind me, but something round, presumably the barrel of the gun I heard, was pressed harshly against my thick skull. "wouldn't do that if i were ya." Judging from the care-free tone of the male voice behind me, I assumed he was Sans. Sans the Skeleton. "What makes you think I'm scared of you, Sans?" I ask, hearing a chuckle as a response. "looks like ya know who y'er dealin' with."

"What the hell do you want, you bag o' bones?" Venom laced in Chara's voice as she walked towards us, knife in hand, Frisk following sheepishly. The fish ran off, probably to heal. "nothin' much, but the death of [Y/N] here would make us more feared than ever." He removed the gun from my head, then pointed it at Frisk, who was now shivering. " 'n maybe that kiddo would actually follow instructions."

    Just as Sans was about to make another remark, I swing my arms to my back, my elbows pointing towards the sky. I grab Sans' arm that's holding the gun and thrust him over my own body, flipping him. I kick the gun out of his hand, the revolver spinning on the ground. Chara walks towards Sans as he grunts in pain, probably because of his short amount of HP. Sucks to be him.

    Chara puts her foot on the skeleton's ribs, pressing her high-heeled part of her boots firmly. "Listen, b u d d y . Unlike my two companions o'er here, I ain't no softie. In fact," she moves her face extremely close to the sinner's face as he looks away, annoyed. "I'm quite the opposite."

    I sigh, for what, the millionth time in this book? Chara was a real sadist. Many rumors went around about how she loved torturing her victims, and boy, those rumors sugarcoated the truth. "So, give us details, and I'll let you leave in one piece. Got it?" Frisk walked away, facing the other direction. He knew things were about to go down.

    "i ain't tellin' you nothin'." A split second later, I heard the sound of a bone cracking and a scream. Chara had broken one of his ribs, which had now turned to dust. "Maybe that'll teach you not to  m i s b e h a v e ."

Ironically, Sans had started laughing. "maybe you shouldn't say that, seein' the situation y'er currently in."

A yelp came from Frisk's direction. Before I could turn, however, something hard had hit my head, and I had passed out.

    A/N sup. It's been a while, sorry about that ^^'
Anyways, I'd just like to let you know that I might stop illustrations for now... I've been pretty busy lately, and if I draw, the chapter will be even more delayed... Sorry if you liked them! Maybe if I finish the book or I have spare time, I'll update the chapters so they have pictures. I'll try changing the sketches into a legit pic, too! Anyways, see ya!