Not Your Fault

It Was All My Fault

Note: Sorry for the short chapter. It's not that I ran out of idea's it's just that this one was already half done and it might be the last one for this story. I just wanted to write it in a way where if it ended here then at least it would end somewhat satisfactory.

Warning: Major character death.

"what is this?", Sans wandered the black wasteland, wary of the unfamiliarity of it. This wasn't normal, this darkness. "hello?", he called out "s'anybody there?", Suddenly, the blackness faded to white and he was back underground. Sans was in the center of the clearing where Snowdin leaked into Waterfall, in between his brother and the human. It was weird, Papyrus couldn't see him no matter how much he waved and screamed. Frisk seemed to have a spirit hovering behind her, and there was something out behind the trees. It was something blue and...It was him! Sans froze. What the hell was going on?! "I welcome you with open arms!", Sans turned back to the human. The spirit was looking him directly in the face. "Watch this~", they breathed. They used one hand to create a barrier around the trees, invisible to the duplicate of himself behind them. They then whispered in Frisk's ear while gripping the knife in her hand. Sans screamed at the apparition to stop but they didn't listen. Frisk lunged forward and sliced Papyrus in half, while the Sans in the trees tried desperately to move. "NO!!", He screamed. The environment faded once again. The judgment hall. When he looked forward he saw himself again, and in his hand...a knife. He was facing himself! "Are you ready comedian? :)", The name. He knew the name. Sans didn't know why or how, but he knew the name. Chara. This was Chara! He sprinted with no control over his actions. All Sans could do was watch, Chara did everything for him. When they told him to dodge he did. When they told him to heal he did. When they told him to strike...he did. Death after death, miss after miss he was forced to keep going. He tried to speak but it didn't work and when he tried to fight back it hurt like hell. "did ya really think you would be able to-",

"Do it :)", Sans swung one more time, delivering a fatal blow. "AHHHHHHHH!", He looked down at his bloodied hands came into view. He had stabbed himself with a sharpened bone. Blue magic swirled around his bedroom as the red liquid spilled out of his mouth and sternum. "no...this..isn't real.",

"Oh but it is, comedian!", Sans reached out to Chara, wanting to do something. What had they done?! Frisk and Papyrus suddenly burst through the door. The blue magic disintegrated as Sans felt a pain in his soul. "ngh!", The short skeleton tumbled off of his bed. "Sans!", Papyrus rushed to his brother's aid, an orange substance already starting to fall from his eye sockets. "paps?", Sans said weakly. "Hahahahaha :)", The demon cackled, savoring every moment. While the taller of the two brother's tried his best to heal the shorter's wound Frisk stared at Chara, scared out of her mind. "See Frisk? This what happens when you try to expose me! I have the determination to do virtually anything I can think of to your bozo friends.", Sans stared blankly while Papyrus pleaded for his safety. His vision started to get blurry, he looked at his brother, who was breaking right before his eyes. "W-hy Sans!? Why would you do this to yourself!?", Sans tried to speak. "was....n't.....me....paps..",

"Then who?", The taller skeleton tried to speak lowly. Sans felt his body start to dissolve. It felt like he was floating away. All of the pain was gone, the only thing he could hear was his little brother begging him not to die, using all of his power to try and save him. The pun lover placed his hand on his brother's'. "p..aps...no..more", Papyrus' burning tears said everything for him. Sans could feel himself fading away, he couldn't let papyrus do this to himself, he meant to much. "I...can't....let y..ou do..this.", Frisk walked over finally, knowing her friend was near death she wanted to say her goodbyes. Papyrus held his brother so tightly that he could've killed him right then and there. "paps....ki..d", Frisk was almost just as broken as her friend in that moment. It was her fault. She crouched down next to where Papyrus was holding him. "S-sans. I-I I'm so sorry I-",

"shhhhhhh....it's...ok..", He was almost gone. He had to say something! He had to say something now! "I..jus...mem..ber....I loved...you both...a....skele...ton.", Sans shut his eyes and let the darkness flood in one last time.