Classic had continued doing his usual routine. Dust and him would travel and level, while the others did whatever they wanted. It never went wrong. Not for nearly a whole month worth of time. Of course, there was always a risk. Sometimes it's unpredictable. That was exactly the situation the two were in. Dust was confronted by not only Blue, but Dream. They'd assured Classic was a fair distance away. Ink had taken the initiative to speak with Classic, mostly hopeful to find some answers. Not that the original was ecstatic about it. Even so, the two stared at each other for a moment before Ink finally found his words. He was on a time gap, so rushing was figured.
"You're Classic, the original Sans. Tell me, why did you leave your Au and kill?"
"God, I swear your group is dumber than Nightmare's. Why else, Ink?" The protector shrugged, narrowing his sockets further.
"That's why I am asking you? I don't want to assume the worst-" He jumped back as something tore through the ground where he once stood. Classic's expression was so dark and brought a heavy dread. Even the next words were so laced in venom, it felt so toxic. As if it cut Ink without physical contact.
"You're despicable! A fraud and arrogant asshole. You know what, even assuming the worst doesn't compare. You ever been in my place? Been murdered by a child over and over, without end? Watch your happy ending be pulled from under you? I HAVE! It was HELL, Ink. To never feel content or alive! My brother died before my own gaze so many times, I nearly wanted to take my own life. To fuck the system over; but even that is pointless." Classic teleported closer, a foot or so away as he reached his hand out. He roughly grabbed Ink's clothes, scowling. "My death always was greeted by a reset. So pardon me for not wanting that anymore. For seeking freedom even if it bothers you."
"That's not the natural order of things, Classic! You know that..."
"Bite me. You even dare ask me to go back, I swear you'll regret that choice. I will kill you myself should you open that worthless mouth of yours. Do me a favor and leave me alone." Upon letting go, Classic stepped back. Ink was daring, that much was true. Truthfully, he needed to press his luck. This was their only real chance...
"You once were neutral, so why change? Did Dust manipulate you? Force this outcome, cause if so; let me help fi-" Ink's words got cut off as a bone attack shot upward, piercing through the protector. He flinch before grinding his teeth, scowling.
"Do Not Speak About Dust." Classic wore such a wild gaze, leaving Ink to his next choices. He was far too close to give up. Manipulation and control was easily broken. All that was required was sealing the holder and victim away from each other. As Classic grew closer, Ink prepared himself. His gaze glanced to the others, still keeping Dust busy. Turning back to Classic, he took in a breath as hands reached for him.
In the nick of time, Ink dislodged himself before spawning his paint brush. He swung it around in a steady motion, tossing the white paint over Classic. It startled the other, but that shock soon morphed into fear. There was a long silence before the paint seemed to absorb into Classic, causing his legs to buckle. His scream rang out, startling the others as Ink observed the paint leak from Classic's sockets. It started out white, eventually twisting into a blackish pool that swirled below the original.
"I'm sorry it's come to this Classic." The original looked up, sockets so dark and face stained in black. His teeth were grinding together, hands digging into the ground. The black pool below seemed to begin to move, swirling faster. Classic noticed, trying to get up before something shot upward, wrapping around his arm. Panicking, he tried desperately to get free, breathes shallow as another string of the paint wrapped around him. Both arms were caught before another spiraled endlessly around Classic, restricting his movements.
"LET ME GO!" Dust finally broke free from the other two before racing toward Classic. His soul shuddered, dropping as purple paint morphed into chains. He fell face first, gaze shifting to Classic as an arrow was embedded into Dust's shoulder.
"Classic? What are you doing to him? LET HIM GO, INK!"
"Hush Dust, this is for the best." Dream's voice brought reality to Dust. His sockets that never grew wet, for the first time in forever were flowing with tears.
"Please... Let him go... Don't take him from me-"
"We're sorry Dust, but this is happening. He was never meant to choose a side. This is goodbye." Classic overheard it all, his gaze resting on Dust. He felt so broken and his magic wasn't working in that moment. It truly was a goodbye. Giving a soft smile, he mouthed out those three words that only made Dust break entirely. It was the first time he'd felt so useless as he watched the black paint pull Classic under. The original was able to say one more thing, the words for Ink and his group. They were venomous and from the soul.
"I HATE you all. Pray I never find you again... Cause I'll bring hell to you in full!" With that, a silence followed as Classic was engulfed. The black paint dried instantly, sealing it off as Dust kept his head on the dirt. His tears felt so bothersome, along with his soul's trembling.
He had finally found happiness. Someone to love him.
And in a mere moment, it was ripped away.
That was simply how the system worked.
No one was allowed joy. Allowed happiness and content.
Misery was the only relevant feeling.
And it truly was hell.
A hell he'd once thought he'd escaped.
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