Frisk entered a dark hallway, she arrived at a large empty room. A figure was at the end of the room, turning around it was Sans. He looked rather upset, but calm at the same time. Frisk gripped onto the knife together, she knew he meant well but... He was in her way.

"So this is how it ends huh? Kid... I really really do not wish to believe you caused this, all these deaths. So many people I've lost... So many years of memories..." Sans chuckled, Frisk said nothing. "To be honest, I was really hoping it was somebody else. That way I wouldn't have a hard time doing this, but business means business" Sans sighed, Frisk felt guilty. "To be honest, your not even a kid anymore. So I wouldn't feel THAT bad, but your still family" Sans couldn't help but smile. "So kid, Frisk, you have two choices" In front of Frisk Two options appeared, she looked up at Sans.

"SPARE OR FIGHT?"

Picture above belongs to Friisans, the next two chapters will be big, about the FIGHT between Sans and Frisk... So... Yeah...