The Skeletal Hero: Karmic Judge

Karma from a Judge

Aizawa pov:

He looked so happy on that stage, so carefree. But I couldn't shake what he'd said last night. 'Goodbye, Shota.' It felt like his final goodbye instead of a simple goodnight and how he called me Shota. He doesn't ever call me by my first name, I was completely fine with it. We'd known each other long enough to be on a first-name basis, but it was so sudden.
I'd talk to him straight after the performance. Just to make sure he was okay.

I take a deep breath, just enjoy the performance.

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The gym had emptied, only my class left behind to clean their mess. With a quick glance around the room, I couldn't spot him, Sans was nowhere in sight. I walk over to Midoriya, he probably knows where he is.

"Midoriya," I call, the green-haired boy turns. "Do you know where Sans is?" I ask, Midoriya pauses. Thinking.

"Now that you mention it, I haven't seen him since the performance finished. Maybe he snuck off to get some ketchup? He does like it quite a bit." Midoriya says as he taps his chin.

"Midoriya! Stop slacking off and take this ice!" Mineta complains as he shoves a chunk of ice into Midoriya's hands.

"Right, sorry!" Midoriya says as he hoists the ice into his hands. "If I see Sans, I'll let him know you want to see him," Midoriya says before scurrying off. I leave with one final look around the room, deciding that perhaps Sans had snuck off. It didn't sound like him, not one bit. But I wanted to ignore the growing pit of dread forming in my stomach.

*Buzz, buzz*

I sigh, pulling out my phone. It's a text from Sans, I open it. My blood runs cold. My eyes trail along the words again.

hey aizawa, if you've gotten this message, then i've decided to go through with my plan. i am confronting one of my biggest fears, i'm sure you know what or who that is. i know it's pointless to ask you not to come after me, so i'm not going to. instead, keep the festival running. i don't want my choice to ruin the day for everyone else.
if i survive, i'll come back, if not, then well. i can't, hehe. this is something i can't avoid any longer. 
thanks for looking after me, i'd definitely be dead if it wasn't for you, and i'm sorry.

The words replayed in my head over and over again, horror strangling my mind. I sprint out of the gym, flicking through my contacts, clicking on the one I knew could help. He was one of the smartest people I knew. I had to find my kid.

Sans pov:

He had a pretty good guess at what Aizawa was going to do, Sans knew he wouldn't be too difficult to track, and he'd done that on purpose. If he did end up losing, there was still a chance someone would take the kid down after him, but if they had all of their DT, it was almost impossible.
I stood in the abandoned warehouse, waiting. I'd checked for any traps, there was nothing. Boxes of old and forgotten cargo are piled against the walls, covered in thick layers of dust. No one had been here in a long time, and that's exactly how we needed it to be. No civilians or Heroes to interfere. It was just going to be Frisk and me trying to win fates favour.

Footsteps echoed towards me, echoing off the cold, stone floors and up the empty walls. The figure stands about seven meters away. Even with the distance, I could see the dagger gripped loosely in their hand, the small windows near the top of the room providing the only light.

"So, you did decide to turn up!" A voice echoes. "I'm surprised you weren't too tired, especially after your amazing performance. I never expected you to be such a good singer!" Frisk laughs, their wicked smile piercing through the room. "Too bad you won't get to enjoy the fame or praise."