The blade fell to the floor with a deafening clink that echoed around the house.

Claire had turned a shade paler and her breathing started to quicken."Oh my god" she whispered,bending down to help Frans but Sarisk was on her in seconds.

Sarisk slammed her against the wall roughly,her eyes displaying fury."Don't you dare touch him" she growled.Claire began to tremble."Sarisk,you have to believe me,that wasn't-I didn't-" Claire stuttered,tears filling her eyes as her gaze flitted to Frans on the ground."You need to help him please!" She begged.

There were footsteps heard on the stairs and Frisk and Sans appeared.
"What's going o-"Frisk started before taking in her surroundings,the breath that she had been about to take getting trapped in her chest.

Her son,laying motionless on the ground,blue blood seeping from his lifeless figure .Frisk stumbled over,dropping to the ground,shaking hands grabbing for Frans' pale wrist.

Sans looked up at Sarisk and Claire,his expression startled."Who did this?"His voice was merely a whisper.

Claire' eyes widened,"It wasn't me-I swear-" she started but Sarisk had thrown her at Sans' feet,bending down next to Frisk,who's breathing had now quickened,searching for a pulse in her son.

Sans looked down at Claire and a shocked expression washed over his face."How could you..?"Sans muttered,left eye lighting up,as anger bubbled up inside him.

"I-this wasn't me,please you have to believe me!"Claire pleaded,tears streaming down her cheeks.

"I would never hurt him!I love him!"She exclaimed,looking up at Sans,eyes full of tears.Sans opened his mouth to speak but his attention was drawn to Frisk who had dropped Frans' wrist.

"Frisk?"Sans asked quietly,Claire turning around and in her heart she knew what was coming next.

Sarisk swallowed,bowing her head,"No pulse,he's dead" she spoke in a whisper.

--------------------------

*One week later*

| Gaster's POV |

A week had gone by since Frans' passing and Claire was now staying in the lab.

I had been running tests on her to figure out why she had turned against her own but alas,no signs of possession,despite the girl repeating she hadn't been the one to commit the crime.

Anytime I wasn't running examinations on her,she would sit in a dark room,back against the wall,knees pulled up against her chest,her eyes glazed over as she stared into nothing.

One day,however,I noticed something quite peculiar hanging round the child's neck."Claire,come here" I said and she obeyed,making her way over,her sullen eyes meeting mine.

She had become awfully skinny in the past week for she wouldn't eat when I presented her with a meal.Alas, that wasn't my main concern right now.My main concern was a heart shaped locket hanging round her neck.

I reached forwards and held the locket in my bony palm."It looks almost familar" I thought,studying it carefully.

"Looks like the one Frisk used to wear" A voice piped up and I turned my head to look at the dark haired boy,leaning against the wall,his hazel eyes gazing curiously at the locket.

Conor Crawford,one of my very first experiments.A few years ago he served purpose as my eyes on Sans and Frisk.To get closer to them,I had given him the assignment of acting arrogant and self obsorbed,but in reality,he's a kind hearted soul who only wants to avenge his sister.

Years ago,when I created the boy,he wasn't the only one for I had given him a twin sister.Unfortuntaly,on a mission to try and capture Chara in another timeline,Clementine Crawford didn't make it out with a beating heart.

Conor ambled forwards,taking the locket from me,examining it down to the tiniest detail."Almost a replica of the one Frisk wore" he mumbled and gave it back to Claire who took it without a word.

"Maybe that has something to do with its origin" I spoke and Crawford nodded solemnly,turning on his heel to walk away before stopping and turning his head slightly so that he could see Claire out of the corner of his eye.

"Sulking isn't going to bring him back, you know?" He called over his shoulder.Claire seemed to shudder at this,eyes widening slightly as she stared at the ground."So,stop and try and help us figure out why he's dead and why you were the one with the knife in your hands"

And with that,the boy made his way down the hall,his footsteps echoing,ripping a hole in the silence that he had left caused by his words.

| Author's Note |

Plot twist!Hehe,I thought of it when I seen a comment about Conor in the original story and was like "I have an idea" I hope you enjoyed this chapter!

~ Privilegee