Everyone had gathered to see what was making the laughing sound. Nearly every monster in the underground showed up. Sans could only hope for the best. That was until he saw both Isla's and Asgore's dead bodies (Or dust) on the ground. He rushed over to Isla's bloody, beaten, and burnt corpse, Falling to his knees at her side as monsters cleared the area. He cradled her dead body in his arms, getting blood all over his clothes. But he didn't care. "Isla, Isla no, Isla..! Please let this be a dream, please!" He cried out, sobbing hysterically.

    Papyrus kneeled beside Sans and hugged his brother, crying as well. All of the underground was sad for the death of the king, but some were rejoicing because Isla was dead. They could finally leave! 

   But with Asgore gone, they needed a new ruler, and Toriel, who had shown up and was very torn up about Asgore's death, refused. 

   So they chose the King's Judge. Sans. "Sans, you were chosen to be king and save us all!" They cheered. Sans only sent them a dirty look before standing, holding his dead daughter in his arms. "You... You're asking me to consume my own daughter's soul?! Who do you take me for!!" He yelled, and then he leaned into his brother. When a group came back from looking for the souls, however, they were empty-handed.

   No souls.

Evil laughter rang out once more, and a hideous plant-like being rose out of the ground. Sans instantly knew who it was, his skeletal hands curling into tight fists. "Y-ou...." Sans growled. He stood up straight, his eye blazing. He handed Papyrus his daughter's body. "You... You made my daughter's death... Worthless! Have no meaning!  You stole her soul! Took advantage of h-er good intentions... to save us..." His sobs distorted his words. 

"Oh, you mean this soul? I haven't consumed it quite yet. I want you to watch as your little girl's death becomes permanent! But first... I'm going to use it against you!" 

   Then slowly, monster souls rose up from everyone except Sans. He absorbed them into his body.. and rapidly changed into something smaller. Sans saw as his own brother started disintegrating into dust as well. "S-SANS? WHAT IS HAPPENING.... TO...ooOooo... meeEeeee..." And once again Isla was on the ground. Alone, in a desert of the dead's dust, her uncle Papyrus's remains sticking to her deadly pale skin and her clothing... The jacket that Sans had given her...

   Sans then stood face to face with.... 

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What will happen next? Will Sans survive his battle with the Absolute God of Hyperdeath?! Will Isla's soul be the key to his destruction?! FIND OUT NEXT TIME ON STEREOTYPICAL DAD PUNS

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