Ugh. . . where am I? I open my eyes and lift my head up to see blurry shades of dark grey. There was a bit of blue at the center with a red glow. It dimly lit the room I was in. My vision begins to take shape back to its original vision. Then I saw him. Sitting there with his elbows resting on his legs and he seemed to be . . . asleep? He sat on a small, tattered cardboard box.

I realized I couldn't move as much and looked to see that my arms had been chained against the wall and my legs were chained to the ground. I struggle and try to somehow, just somehow, slip out of the clasps holding me down. A deep, husky voice echoed along the walls.

"You wont be getting out of those anytime soon." I spun my head and look at him with pure horror. I've just woken him up. His eyes were no longer the color of white. They were red and green. His clothes looked worn-out and his eyes looked as if he killed someone over and over again. He stood up from where he sat and began to inch his way towards me.

His eyes were full of bloodlust and I couldn't see an ounce of kindness in them. He bends down to my height and smiles. I shudder and turn away from him closing my eyes. He chuckles. He grips my chin and forced me to look into those dark, horrifying eyes.

"I think I'll save you for last." He gripped harder and I wince. Not from the pain, but at what he's become. "Why. . . what happened to you Sans?" His smile twitches and he releases my chin harshly. "Why should I be telling a brat like you?"

Why is he treating me like this? "Sans, I really don't know. Please tell m-" I stopped mid-sentence as the world became blurry and the room began to shift in and odd shape. It kept going at it for a few seconds before returning back to its original shape. He began to smile widely. "She's here."

She? "U-um, who is she?" Slowly, but almost creepily, he tilts his head towards my direction in the most satisfied way. "The other brat." He leaves the room in a hurry towards the door. "Wait!" I tried to stand, but my ankles ached and wobbled beneath me. He stops in the middle of his tracks, but he doesn't turn back. "Why don't you make yourself at home?"

He shuts the door behind him and locks it. I pull at my arm restraints for a while until they turned purple. I have to get out of here. I pulled with every ounce of strength I has left within me until the walls began to form small cracks. It's working! I heaved and pulled and the walls began to groan. The walls finally gave out and my arms were free, but they were still cuffed. Now for my legs. I pulled and tugged on it, but it doesn't seem to budge a bit. I looked around for a key, but there was nothing.

I limp towards the door all the while leaning against the wall. I reach out and the chains clink at my ankle. I was out of arms reach. I tried to lean forward a bit, but it could only reach the fingertips. I sigh and look back at the crumbled wall debris. That might work. I limp back to the where I woke, and picked up a fairly large rock.

This will do. I began to smash the rock against the chains. The room here was so dark, that I could see sparks when the rock collided with the chains. I managed to snap both of the chains off, but the cuffs were still around my ankles. It hurts, but at least I'm free. I felt around the wooden door and brush my fingers against it. The wood is a little old. If I ram hard enough into it, maybe I can break the lock. 

I walked all the way to the back of the room and charged towards the door. My shoulders slam into it. Once, twice, and for the third time, it swung right open. I ended up charging towards the wall outside and fall right back down. The floor gave out a small creak and I froze where I was, listening for the sound of his footsteps. A few moments of silence past by, but nothing happened. I sigh and stood up once more. He must not be in the house.

Still cautious, I carefully walked across the floor and opened the door to the outside. I wish I hadn't opened the door. There was dust and some body parts that hadn't completely faded away. I turn away to cover my eyes and almost gagged at the sight. There were some familiar faces that had pure horror written all over them. I couldn't stay here any longer though. Otherwise, he'll come back and kill me.

I wanted to head back to the Ruins and never come back here. I ran across the town out towards the bridge that led towards the large purple doors. I was breathing heavily from running and I was so desperate to get to those doors. I stopped immediately when I saw a familiar blue hoodie. I cover my mouth to drown out any sounds from me. My mind was screaming at me to go, but my body stood frozen.

I was getting ready to back away, but a familiar green shirt seized my attention. Green. . . cream striped shirt. Short brown hair with rosy red cheeks. I couldn't believe it. My eyes were wide in shock. Chara. . .  ? The image soon fades and in Chara's place stood Frisk. She looked towards me with those dark, red eyes. I don't remember her having those eyes. That wasn't Frisk. She put her full attention on Sans and glanced at me. Her smile was like the ones in a horror movie and there was just bloodlust written across her face.

I hid behind a tree and never dared to show myself. She takes out a knife from behind her back and it dripped a dark, red liquid. "Why if it isn't the comedian." She giggles and licks the blood clean off the spine of her knife. Sans didn't show a single emotion of fear. He looked. . . happy to see her. "Nice to see you too ya little brat." They both charge at each other with incredible speed. As they circled each other, you were able to glimpse at their HP. Sans' was much higher than Frisk's. My whole body shook.

Where on earth did he obtain all those HP?! You turn to look back at the town. He couldn't have. . . He wouldn't. . . A huge blast shot out behind me and I turned to see Chara sprawled on the ground. Sans gets on top of her and summons a purple, jagged bone. He jabs it into her again and again, even if she was already dead. He mangled her body to shreds making her face almost unrecognizable.

*Sans' P.O.V* 

I couldn't stop. Even if they died, I still kept striking where her heart would have been. I can still hear her. "Are you happy? You took all my LV and killed everyone around you. Even little Frisk here. Once I fade away, what will you do? You'll be alone and I'll always come back. You'll kill me over and over again. Eventually, you'll want us to keep coming back."

The body bursts into dust and my LV rose. Just a little more. . . and I'll have enough to delete her out of this world. This timeline. I hear a branch snap and whip my head around. So. . . she figured how to get out.

*Your P.O.V*

I backed away from the scene that had played before me. I shook and took a step back. All hell broke loose by the time I made the most fatal mistake. A simple twig snapped beneath by foot and I look towards the ground in horror. I look back and I don't see him there anymore. I turn and his eyes met mine. Almost too close for comfort. I gasp and almost scream, but he slams me against the tree by my neck. He looked amused.

"I'm impressed you managed to get out of the house. When we head home, we're gonna have lots of fun. . ." His voice got deeper at the end and just that was enough to make me struggle out of his grip. Suddenly, the temperature was warmer and my foot felt something soft and warm. One moment we were in a forest and now he managed to take me back here. He used teleportation. He dragged me down the basement and I scream and him to let me go.

He chose to ignore me and yanked my wrist harder squeezing the bruise around it. "Let go! You're hurting me!" He opens the door to the basement and throws me across the room. I landed across the concrete floor and lay there helpless and defenseless. I crawled back against the corner and curled my legs up against my chest. He laughs and his eyes began to glow. The chains began to get the same color of that glow and clamped around my wrists and ankles.

He brought out a sharp, jagged bone and walked towards me in a slow stride. I shiver and turn my head away, ready for any pain. He slams his hands against the wall next to me which caused me to look at him. His eyes made me shake to the very core. He glides the bone across my cheek and a fine line of red was made. "I wonder how I should kill you. Or maybe I should break you first."

He grabs the back of my hair and makes me look at him. The bone directly above my eyes. "You look so much like that little brat. This makes everything easier." Warm tears dripped down my chin and I plea, "No please! Please don't do this! You're better than this!" The last line made his smile falter and he grips my wrist harder. The pain began to make my arm beat and my hands were numb. He goes in for the strike, but just like the first time, he stops. His arms shook as if someone was holding him back.

He huffs and releases my wrist. He mumbles something and leaves the room. Left me here in this cold, dark, unforgiving room. I can still hear her cries of pain echoing off the walls. Chara's cries. I look towards the ground and wiped my tears away. I hate being in this dark room. It reeked of blood and I don't want to know what carcass the flies were swarming around. I leaned against the wall and hugged myself. I should have never left that room.

*****     *****

I don't know how long I've slept, but I could feel someone shaking me. I woke up and saw a faint, red glove. I look up to see a floating skull in a red scarf. Its eyes were a very dim color as if the color was drained. I opened my mouth to yell, but it covers my mouth. "Shh! I don't want him to come down here." I shut my mouth close and he floats away in a good distance. "I remember you. Papyrus right?" He nods his head. "I cannot keep this form very long, but please help my brother (Y/n)."

Why should I? He's killed everybody and now he's here to kill me." He floats slightly closer, but just enough so I could have some space of my own. "Sans is the only one who can see me. I kept him from hurting you. Now, you must help me in return." I sat there in silence, unsure of whether I should trust him. "What do you want?" He rests against the cardboard box. "Chara keeps coming back to kill everyone and to ultimately destroy the Underground. I want you to help kill Chara."

"I can't kill my own sister!" He sighs and begins to float around again. "Don't you remember what she has done to you?" I look down towards the floor gripping my hands together. "Well. . . I'm sure she had her reasons." He began to float around you, his voice like midnight. "Don't be blind (Y/n). I don't want Sans to kill others to become strong. That is why I need your help." The door knob suddenly jiggles and I whip my head around to just the sound of it. 

"Why my help?" I turn to look, but he was already gone. The door opens and he strides towards me in a smooth movement. He unchains me and grabs me by the arm.

"You're coming with me."