~Dust Sans
I got to my feet and immediately started searching for Fresh. He hadn't have gone far. I needed to kill it, no matter how long it took. Yet, I couldn't find it. You think purple would stand out in black, but nope.
It was stupid, I couldn't even find a single fucking parasite. I then felt something climbing onto my neck from my hood. You think I would have shivered, but nope. I reached behind me and grabbed whatever it was, and boom, Fresh.
I didn't care what I did next, so I just let myself go, wildly scratching at it, tearing a few tentacles off before it slipped through my fingers and onto the floor, not moving, was it dead?
I poked it for a few seconds, worried I killed it, then decided to flip the desk with the notes on it cuz why not. Fuck whoever lived here. They had Fresh and didn't tell me.
The Parasite started moving again, and immediately when it did I pushed off the desk and jumped towards the parasite like a tiger lunging at prey, stood up right behind it, and thought about what I should do to it.
Torturing it some more would be to my enjoyment, but killing it would end suffering for many people, or just one, which I am willing to kill it quickly for him, but torturing it would be oh so much better.
I bent down to pick it up and continue torturing it, when it darted into my eye socket, again. I stumbled back and hit the ground, hard, and it was lights out.
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FanfictionPaps has died even though the human chose to be on the pacifist route. How? Sans tries to figure it out, but is surprised greatly at his findings. And what he has become in the process of trying to survive. Art not mine, also this is kinda an in-b...
