Rather demeaning, wasn't it? Jane, hands raised in a surrender, surrounded by guards as she was escorted into the facility. Frankly, it was rather insulting. The worst part by far was her appearance. Ragged, unpresentable. She had to appear that way, though. Her usual tactics wouldn't work. Seduction was useless on a group of men and women, all knowing what she was capable of. The best bet would be to appear pathetic, try to ease them into thinking they won. That was the only chance Jane had for this.
Well, the only chance for Papyrus and the others to sneak in undetected. A small group of three, with two being small, compacted children, it would be a good group.
A brush of a gun had Jane glancing over her shoulder, disinterested in feeling the cold metal again.
"I'm moving, you guys already won," Jane said, "No need to push me with a gun."
Despite that, they continued to bug her, making the female groan in her annoyance. They were no different than the other people she's killed before. When nothing happened to them, they didn't bother to pay attention to others in need. Society itself was fundamentally flawed by this mindset, and this itself simply proved it. No matter the time, or the situation, they had been taught to do this. Mindlessly obey power without any question.
Yes, power was a good thing to have. Jane herself had it. But when it became a flaw, only certain people should obtain it. Jane couldn't say if she deserved to have it or not, no one had that authority to decide such a fate. And she would easily admit her power wasn't used selflessly, but it wasn't meant to be selfless. Hatred wasn't an emotion of purity.
Those who actively sought power, though, should never be given it. However, that's why society itself was flawed in its system of government. People obsessed with power were encouraged to seek it, which was frankly, a terrible idea.
Jane shuffled forward at their sluggish pace, glancing around. Papyrus should be inside by now. She had chosen the best person to do this with. Toriel was the worst idea, and while she had been their friend before, Jane couldn't help but find relief in her death. Even if she wasn't in love with Sans (it was so painfully obvious), she found quality in children more than her own friends. If she ever took a step back, she would have noticed Frisk's, or whoever that was, special behavior. Even Undyne and Asgore noticed, so what was holding Toriel back?
Papyrus was the only one from their group that Jane could appreciate. He really was. Undyne was too hasty with her decisions, and while Jane did like her drive and strength, she did kidnap her boyfriend. Asgore was a pushover, his authority was lacking. Rather pathetic. And, finally, Alphys was more likely to somehow end the world on accident than ever find self confidence.
They better be getting some progress. That's all she had to say.
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Papyrus silently opened the door, peaking inside the empty corridor. Little Sally followed him, Ben shortly after. Their heads all disappeared when they heard footsteps, but quickly returned once those footsteps disappeared.
Papyrus gently held Sally's hand as they entered the facility, taking a wide turned look around their new environment. As long as they got Sans and Jeff out, everything was going to be fine.
Looking rather bored, Ben was on his phone, mindlessly typing away into whatever he was doing. A brief glance gave Papyrus the knowledge that he was on social media. Oh, right. They had started up using social medias again as a way to communicate with their zombie town. Ben might be texting for backup again, much like they had used on the monsters.
But they already had used that strategy, and Frisk had noticed it. No doubt these people would be made known to this, wouldn't they? Papyrus voiced that very question to Ben, voice low and steady.
"I'm not suooooorrounding the place, it's agh terrrrrrrrrrible idea," Ben gurgled, "Doing something differenhhhh."
Papyrus adjusted the vial in his pocket, looking between the two zombies. The hate juice, or void, would enhance the fungus inside of them. It'd make them more powerful zombies. Which zombie should he use it on, if it came to that? They were both rather young, and both weren't experienced with fighting. He couldn't use it on himself, as it wouldn't do anything.
"This wayyyy," Ben mumbled, pointing to his right.
Without much to say, Papyrus followed, keeping Sally close by his side. Charlie was pressed against her chest, held carefully. She really did love that bear.
Upon seeing their first guard, the three handled it with ease. Papyrus summoned a simple blue bone attack to keep them still, then knocked them out with another bone. He'd rather not use his magic and drain his reserves early, but a gunshot would be far more louder and noticeable than a simple, unconscious man.
Ben crouched down, the blonde haired boy pinching the tip of his nose while he lifted the man's now exposed wrist to his mouth.
"Ben, what are you-"
Too late. The zombie bit down firmly, looking disgusted at the taste of flesh. Only when blood started to spill was when he finally drew back, smeared red liquid now lightly staining his face.
"The only two people here that we have to be worried about is you and Jane, it's better if we get some disposable zombies on the inside. Infect them from the inside out." Ben's words were much more clear, time carefully taken to make sure every word was understandable.
That... was actually a brilliant idea. If they could get a good number of guards infected from the inside, the virus would spread like wildfire. All they had to worry about was him and Jane, and it'd be creating more enemies for the guards to fight by infecting them. Additionally, it'd be much easier to fight against a newly turned, sluggish zombie than a trained and armed guard.
But that didn't make finding Sans any easier.This building was huge, and there was room after room of things! And, judging by how many guards they had thinking this place would invent a cure, it'd take forever to find his room. Sally gently pushed away the now waking up and infected zombie, letting him hobble away in the search for a meal.
How was he going to find his brother?
"Achoo!"
A sneeze, then a sudden and short burst of blue light before both Sans and Jeff were colliding into the hallway floor right next to him.
Oh. That was convenient.
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Sans had done it before. He knew he did. In the Walmart, he had found a way to appear in the grass. And he knew he had magic, all monsters did. Some distant memories revealed this, Sans having used it before. A simple bone attack, some floating blue magic. But he didn't need anything too complicated, he just needed to teleport. To get them both out of this room.
"Ahsjuwy. (They have Jane, that means they're going to let you go soon.)" Jeff grumbled.
Sans closed his eyes and tried again, unable to reach whatever he needed within his soul to activate his magic. He had done it before, and it had always seemed so natural, so easy then. And when he was running away, it didn't take much effort!
He just had to do it again. Somehow. It didn't have to be perfect, or teleport all the way home, just out of this room and past the guards outside. He doubted he would suddenly get the control over his magic again, Sans assumed it was like talking. Practice would bring back his previous skills. But he didn't have time to practice, so any fight he entered, he'd be practically worthless magic wise.
"Thagsshjkgggg. (That's if they keep their word)," Sans said.
All he needed was one successful attempt. Nothing grand, simply something to work with. Anything to work with.
"(How did you do it last time?)" Jeff asked.
"(I know I used my soul, but...)" Sans mumbled, pressing a hand against the front of his chest.
Sans lifted up a hand, letting the familiar feel of magic grasp onto his soul as he flicked aside the child. They tried to dodge, but really, it was worthless. Sure, L.O.V.E was strong, but when your magic was specially designed against a higher L.O.V.E, it was useless. Funny, huh. They went all of this way to seek power, only to discover their active power is playing against them.
"Listen, kid, I don't think you get it," Sans hummed out, "The more you kill, the stronger I get. Your karma is actively playing against you. It's useless."
"I'm going to kill you," They hissed, trying to pull themselves up onto their elbows.
"Sure thing," He replied curtly, lifting up a hand with a bone attack summoned.
Sans used his memory to try and access the magic of his soul, straining his mind to try to get away with Jeff. Using the familiar sense, tensed.
"(You okay?)" Jeff asked.
Was this magic? Was Sans about to do it willingly?
Wait, no, he was going to sneeze.
"Achoo!"
And that's how he found both himself and Jeff suddenly warping throughout time and space, plopping down into the hallway.
Nice.
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