I suck at writing (ΘˍΘ=)
I swear to god this will be the end of me. Just a little thing, both Frisk and Chara are girls.
Also, SOMEONE enters~
Someone with a 90's attitude
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Sans's P. O. V.
Again, I'm in judgement hall, fighting the kid. No dialogue at all. My attacks were easy for them to dodge, thanks to the many times I had fought against them. No matter how many Gaster Blasters, bones, or blue attacks I used, they'd dodge them effortlessly, rehearsed. I closed my eyes as I used one of my strongest attacks on her. There's no dramatic splash of blood as the kid takes her final breath as she RESETS or her demonic grin, taunting me, as she had lain on the blood splattered tiles, knowing that I'd give up. I lost all HOPE on beating them, not even bothering to change my attack patterns anymore. Its downright useless. I get ready, waiting for the final hit, the one that would finish me, end my suffering only to relive it over and over again. The kid, (Frisk or Chara, I have no idea who at this point), ran across the Final Corridor at an alarming pace, eyes closed, her usual grin twisted into a grimace, as if trying to hold back tears. And oh boy did the tears come.
Chara's P. O. V.
That's it, the time for the final hit. I pressed the ATTACK option, hesitating for a moment then pushing it, eyes closed. I felt myself rush towards Sans, knowing where he would be and I had a small feeling that he was bracing himself, waiting for me to end it. Tears flooded my bloodred eyes, and I forced myself to open them. Everything was a blur, except for Sans's shape. It was standing out, I could see every detail. His eyes were dull and devoid of emotion, empty, while translucent blue beads of sweat trickled down the side of his head. He looked even shorter than usual.
My knife had stopped, barely centimeters away from his chest. There was silence. Before I knew what was happening, I had fallen to my knees, monster dust flaking off me mixed with ever-flowing tears, tears I had longed to cry for a long time.
Sans's P. O. V.
Why did she stop? For all I know, she couldn't care less about the rest of us. She had mercilessly slaughtered we knew, everyone we cared about (not you, Jerry.). Suddenly, right in front of me, she had broken down in silent tears, creating a puddle at her knees, monster dust drifting atop. I have a slight feeling that she wasn't alone in this. "Frisk?..." I asked.
"No," she responded in a hoarse voice, "I am Chara."
???'s P. O. V.
Oh boy was this fun to watch. Two people, enemies, then getting along. Just the rad behaviour I'm looking for. Maybe I can help...