Divided [ Sans X Reader ]

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"Hilarious," the demonic voice chided from above. No matter how familiar her voice was to you, it still sent shivers down your spine. "You were barely alive for five minutes and you still died."

"It's not my fault!" you retorted, your hands balling into fists by your side. "It was -"

"Magic," Chara finished and twirled a red knife on her finger tips. "The amount your produced was quite remarkable, really. Each time that you perform a certain ability, part of your energy is used for the spell."

"And that's why I fell asleep," you concluded, slowly turning your head over to Sans. He was no longer the skeleton you had familiarized yourself with, but rather the larger dog form of himself. He had begun to eat away at your shoulder. You raised your hand to the same spot and felt your blood run cold as your hand passed right through you. "I'm a ghost, aren't I?"

"You catch on quick," Chara laughed to herself and waved her hand, producing the two glowing buttons you had grown accustomed to. "Now hurry up and continue. I find it amusing on how often you die. I've known humans who have lasted longer than you in a single lifetime."

Rage threatened to consume you from Chara's insult. You stuffed your hand into your pocket. "I'm not going to continue," you spat.

She pressed her lips together in a tight smile. "So be it," she sighed and swiped her hand upwards. A wave of red knives materialized and flew towards you. One managed to scrape your left cheek, leaving a searing red mark from your eye to your jawline.

You hissed between your teeth, a newfound power coursing through you. You channeled your anger into a single thought and aimed the wave of emotion towards Chara with the single intent to kill her. A brilliant beam of light shot from your left palm and sent you flying through the air. You collided into with the ground and slowly got to your feet.

Chara gaped at a large hole in her chest. "So be it," you smirked, fighting a wave of fatigue.

"For now, we have reached a stalemate. I have tried to play your game for many resets [Y/N], but no more. When you think you have won, I will come and take everything you have ever known or loved away from you. You will be cast into a world where no one remembers your name. You will become nothing," Chara hissed, her voice laced with menace. Clutching her chest, she lumbered into a rift and vanished from sight.

Your gaze flickered down to the reset button that had now changed to 'Final Reset.' You couldn't help but laugh and slammed your fist onto it.

"Back so soon [Y/N]?" Ink's voice chuckled from all around you.

"This isn't funny," you grumbled, though you couldn't help but suppress a smile as he dropped from the ceiling. His pinpricks flickered from two blue orbs into two golden stars.

Ink narrowed his eyes and grabbed the large paintbrush from behind his back. He gave it a flick, sending various showers of paint into you. "I just bought these!" you shrieked in mock horror and lunged at him. He dodged your attack with ease and pinned you to the ground with the tip of his brush. "You wouldn't dare," you hissed.

"And miss the opportunity of humiliating you?" Ink smirked. You let out an anguished cry as he grabbed multiple files from his vest and dumped the paint onto you. You felt childish anger bubble from inside you and you grabbed his weapon with a sudden force and thrust it through the gap between his rib cage.

Ink's pupils turned a dark shade of red as the brush buried itself into the ground. "This isn't funny [Y/N]!" he attempted to free himself from the brush and finally gave up.

"Payback," you smirked and rubbed the wet paint from your face and scribbled Doofus on his skull. Ink flicked his wrist upwards and freed himself from the wrath of the brush. Your playful attitude vanished as you realized what he had spotted.

A hooded figure stood a few feet away. His skull was black with red irises and a yellow border. You noted that there were blue tear stains running down from his eyesockets, a permanent reminder to whomever viewed him of the pain he had endured to cause him to cry for as long as he did. You almost felt sympathy for this version of Sans until the black strings wrapped around your feet and lifted you in midair.

"InteRestiNg," his ragged voice echoed across the void. "You are living, yet you are nothing."

You are nothing.

You will become nothing.

You flinched at the eerily similar comparison between this version of Sans, Reaper and Chara. "What do you mean?" you snapped and instantly flinched as the strings increased their hold on you.

"Does she always ask this many questions?" he glanced over at Ink who had remained motionless, his grip tightening on his paint brush. "I should just out her out of her misery..."

"No," his voice came out as a whisper. Chills ran up your spine at the sudden deadly tone that had engulfed Ink. "If you kept going the way you are, you really aren't going to like what happens next."

You couldn't recall the name of this Sans. He had been eradicated from your memory as if he had been nothing more than a glitch... an error.

Error.

A fitting name for a glitch.

The strings continued to tighten around you, to the point where you felt you could shatter into pieces at any second. Ink gave a long sigh as a circle of glitched Gaster Blasters surrounded him. On cue, they shot multiple beams of light in his direction. The tip of Ink's brush glowed a deep crimson and the ought was reflected in multiple directions.

The entire battle seemed rehearsed, to the point where there was no clear winner. You assumed from the hatred that spiked between the two that this was not their first encounter. At some point, Ink managed to cut your strings free. You let out a gasp as air entered your lungs and a two words escaped your lips. "Avar hiæken," you whispered. Ink and Error immediately stepped away from one another, the expression on their faces unreadable.

Leave us, you thought to Error. He did not respond and silently entered a rift. You released your mental grip on Ink and staggered backwards.

"What did I do?" you demanded. Ink refused to answer and slammed the hilt of his brush onto the floor. Multiple rifts began to surround you, each calling out for you to select them. "WHAT AM I?!" you shouted over the roar of the circling vortexes.

You felt a stronger presence than the others and allowed your mind to converge with it.

Before you fell into darkness, you could barely make out his words.

"You are nothing [Y/N]."