"Um, maybe, possibly, could you not kill me?.....
Please?" I ask, writhing around in the strings like a fish, figuring out a way to buy time before dying painfully
"Well, since you said please" he says, coming into my vision, and loosening the strings around me
And just like that, he suddenly pulls the strings, and the strings ensnare me once more "heh, did you really think you'd get out that easy?" He asks rhetorically
"Actually, yes" I answer his rhetoric question
"Well, some little fun joking around, but now it's time for you to l-l-Lea-ve-ve" they say, shifting the strings around, searching for a soul to shatter to bits and pieces
But nothing was there
"What? No soul? Well, are aren't all the emos and tumbler trash jealous of you" he jokes
"Nevertheless, I'm sure you'd stop breathing if I s-s-sev-v-ver your head" he speaks, swiftly tightening the strings around my neck, to the point of blood trickling down my throat like a river, staining the white snow Crimson, melting it beyond repair.
I knit my eyes closed, anticipating for the grim feeling of death to welcome me, reflecting on everything in my life, my goals, my mistakes, my regrets, finally accepting how this will all end out. Finally accepting my death.
But nothing came.
I drop on the cold ground abruptly, fumbling my hands to my bloody neck, gasping for breath
I look up seeing double,
2 sanses?... Wait, no, one regular sans griping some sort of sharp object, with a slight glow to one eye, and another sans that's almost the inverse colors of him.
Before I can even catch my breath and get a steady grip on what's going on here, I get buried into the freezing snow by some strange blue magic, covering me completely.
First I can only hear silence through the layers of frigid snow, then I hear the equivalence of war, muffled explosions, and slightly bad puns being tossed around, I'd rate the puns about 7.9/10.
I manage to dig my way out of the snow without being detected, only enough to allow me to observe the strife,
The most blunt way to describe this fight, would be bones vs strings, but I'm not going to put it in that dull tone. Wait I already did..... Darn.
Every string that's lunged forward to its target was swiftly blocked by a bone, some popping out of the snow, the trees, sometimes even from nowhere!
I was silently cheering for my sans to win, but worrying about the outlooks, what if he loses? I can't fend for myself in this state! I can barley feel my fingers at the moment! I'm just hoping he'll have something up his sleeve, or else it may be the end for all of us.
Whenever sans would teleported towards the other sans, he'd teleport, same with the other sans. This is getting confusing... I'll just go and nickname the new sans, abstract sans, considering he looks like some weird abstract art in a way.
Nevertheless, through the fight, a bone suddenly to tripped abstract while he was off guard, making him crash into the snow, sans held him down with one hand, raising a syringe with the other. But before he could bring it down, a string ensnared his hand, yet he tugged at it again and again until he could finally slam it down onto his arm, wedging the needle deep, almost through his entire arm.
Quickly, abstract pushed sans off, along with tearing out the syringe from his sleeve painfully. And before sans could hit the ground, he suddenly teleports over to a tree.
"What was in that?!" Abstract shouts at him, his voice more glitchy than before "what? Don't like needles?" Sans jokes before dodging another bombardment of strings flung towards him
"I thought you could use some determination" he adds
"do you really think I'll go down by a small dose of that junk?" He scoffs, while preparing another attack of strings, yet as he does, the strings begin to melt together
"This isn't your average watered-down thing' a determination you get, take into comparison of alcohol; a beer is about... Let's say 5% alcohol; and ketchup is 0% alcohol. The junk Alphys gave the almalgamites would pretty much be the ketchup percentage of determination compared to that shot" sans explains, keeping a smug grin on his face
Not long after, abstract becomes more melty like lava or tar, hey! Now he's even more abstract!
"Yo-you-you're-u're gonna re-reg-reg-regret this!" He shouts at him, swiping what's left of his hand, and summoning a portal to some White abyss, just making it by a hair into the glitchy portal before it caves in on itself
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