Seeing Double: Madotsuki and Chara vs Sans and Yukki

[Sans]

The undead skeleton stared at the crimson fabric held in the hand of the murderous child. That was the only thing that made any sense to him at that moment. What she had said before was incomprehensible. What in the world was Omega Flowey? W.D Gaster? He racked his brain for a few moments, trying to think under the pressure of the malevolent kid’s taunting.

Just then, it hit him. Quite literally, in fact, as the demonic, purplish energy column smacked him right in the stomach.

A blood-red, syrupy substance exploded from his midsection as he flew to the side, landing on his bleeding front a fair distance away. His glowing pupils turned into little pinpricks as a wave of pain coursed through his body. It took all of his self-control not to cry out as he moved his hand to his stomach, holding his inner fluids in as best as he could even as shredded pieces of bone seeped out.

But he could handle that. He could handle physical pain. Sticks and stones could break his bones…

But what people say, and what they would do to others he loved…

He laid there, his fluids spilling out all over an unknown land of blackened magma and volcanoes. He never thought that was how he’d go, honestly. But of course, you could never account for a human with a penchant for murder coming over and screwing things up for everyone, could you? You could never account for them coming in and killing everyone you ever loved or cared about, completely okay with the knowledge that they could get away with it. They had no responsibilities; they all went away as soon as they went back to do it all over again. And he was the only one that ever figured it out. The only one that had ever known what was going on.

And he had been too lazy to tell anyone. He could’ve saved them, couldn’t he? If he had just told one person, just one, what was going on, maybe they would’ve believed him. Maybe they would have all hid away, maybe they would have all stood back and watched. Maybe they would have all fought the human! But he couldn’t be sure of that, could he? They would’ve thought he was crazy. It made no sense that their lives were determined by the higher power slaughtering every single one of them. That was absurd!

But it was the truth! he screamed internally, Please! You have to believe me! For our sakes…

A huge feeling of complete and utter regret flooded his very form; he struggled not to cry as he continued thinking. He was lazy, he knew, but it was because he had no choice in the matter. It was either stand by and watch and pray that the human didn’t kill everyone they met, or get himself killed stopping them. He had no choice! Anyone who would’ve known or understood would’ve agreed with him! He was at their mercy!

So then why was this thing; this murderous, psychopathic monster affecting him so much?

His eyes widened as a thought struck his mind, and he felt tears form in his eyes. She was right, wasn’t she? About all of it. He could’ve done more, but he didn’t because he really was just that lazy. He had no excuse; not even the fact he knew about the changing timelines made a difference. He could’ve saved more people, or attacked her sooner, or done SOMETHING more than just stand back and let himself be tortured. But that was exactly what he did, and the kid knew that.

Did it make him feel good, knowing that because of him, hundreds were dead? And yet he was the one to get off scot free with a new life. Lucky him, huh?

He lowered his head to the earth, tears slowly streaming down his undead face as he laid there, ready for the wind to rise to take his life essence away.

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Good… he’s dead… the megalomaniac thought, seeing Sans’ head slump to the ashened ground. It had taken him longer than she had originally believed he was capable of, but it was well worth seeing the variety of emotions he could inflect without so much as a frown.

She turned around, knife in hand as she stared at their last remaining opponent. He tightly gripped the gun in his hand, alternating it between the two children as they closed in on him. Sweat flowed down his cheek as he desperately began to fire, well aware of how outnumbered he was.

Unbeknownst to all, though, the undead skeleton laid in silence, watching the whole event with pitch-black eye sockets. Watching… waiting for an opportunity...

Word Amount: 792
Moves Used: Handgun (Yukki)
Powers Used: N/A

Statuses:

Sans: Stomach practically destroyed due to Ghoul Rush. Is waiting for an oppurtunity to surprise attack the enemy party.

Madotsuki: Fighting Yukki.

Chara: Fighting Yukki.

Yukki: Holding off the enemy.

Round 2 Sans post complete! Next is Chara!