Spooky Scary Skeleton (Undertale X Creepypasta)

Demons over Angels

Glitchy Red was proving to be a great ally. Sans could see the divison happening between The Command and their leader. Zalgo could see it too and started removing others, or they just left. It's not like Sans cared. It would just help in the long run. It's not like Zalgo needed The Command anymore anyway. It had served its purpose in capturing the Cursed Skeleton. He didn't need them and very soon, it was just the shockingly loyal Rake, Red, Lazari, Stripes, and himself under Zalgo's 'command'. Red popped out of a security camera with Sans holding out a fist. The dynamic duo fistbumped and Red handed Sans a soul, having been feeding the Skeleton since Zalgo didn't trust him to leave and come back. "thanks bud." Sans was quick to up his hp and lick away excess determination. "Sans." His eyelights trailed to the wraith. "what's up? you sound pretty serious for not being a serious guy." Red adjusted his hat and cleared his throat. "I... have something important we should probably discuss. In private." Sans frowned in confusion. This was unusual for Red to request. "where do you wanna talk?" He asked wearily, curious as to what it could be.

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Red brought Sans into the internet and man was it trippy. Everything was black with flashes of white and red zeros and ones. Let's not forget the corpses. Yeah, they were there too. "This way Zalgo can't here us for sure." Sans looked at Red again. ".... ok... what's so important that we can't talk about it at the castle? i mean, we spoke of everything else we were doing there, what makes this different?" Red looked around. Probably for Ben or Lost Silver. "Ok so I've been doing some snooping in the Underground. And I found something... well, you should probably read it for yourself." Red pulled out a small journal bound in leather. "Don't freak out." Sans took the journal, even more confused. "why would i freak out..?" He muttered as he opened to the first page. The font was unique, say the least, printing out Gill Sans Shadow at the very top. "oh." That's why. This was his grandpa's journal. One he didn't know existed. He took a deep breath and 'sat' down among the corpses, preparing himself for an emotional roller coster ride.

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Sans had Red put the journal back. That was... a lot. The things contained in that journal were a lot. It was no wonder that Zalgo couldn't know. If the Dark Angel found out Sans was a quarter Demon... well, he couldn't find out. Sans couldn't let Zalgo know. Once he got out, he would have to talk to Slender about it too. Since he was his other grandpa and all. "heh.." That was definitely something he was going to have to get used to. But in a odd way... it made sense. According to what he read in the journal Gill Shadow could only use bones and had a light use of blue soul magic, much like Papyrus who hadn't seemed to to pick up any demonic magic traits. Sans and Wingdings on the other hand... between the blasters (which seemed to be both Demon and Skeleton magic), higher blue soul magic control, teleportation, and even their higher check abilities... it seemed to be things they'd gotten from Slenderman. As a random thought, he wondered if this was why he seemed to get along with EJ and Greg a lot more. Then yet... eh, maybe not. Sans shook his head. He had bigger things to worry about right now. Like getting the fuck out of here.

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