Weiss vs Sans (The Battle of the Underground)

[Sans]

The white-clothed warrior sailed through the air, her rapier poised to kill. Alabaster colored laser beams shot all around her, forming a massive ring with her in the middle. The skeleton stood on top of the toppled pillar, his fists clenched and his eyes closed, his head lowered and in total silence. As she closed in on him, she lifted her sword upwards, ready to end his life with one, swift, steady, swipe.

Just as she got within striking distance, however, he lifted his head up, his left eye flashing from orange to light blue in the most rapid, furious manner possible. He then shot his hand up, and before she could even flinch, she flew towards the ceiling.

Her body slammed into the roof with a resounding boom, cracking from the impact. Before she could register the pain, Sans threw his hand down, sending her plummeting into the ground. Another crater formed right where she landed, one shaped like a human, as a layer of golden dust formed around her.

It didn’t take much longer for her to let out a cry, her torso sending out huge spikes of pain throughout her body. The sudden telekinetic blow had definitely broken some of her ribs, evident by the blood she was coughing out. She lifted her face from the ground, her nose broken and her vision dizzy as she tried to see through the yellow mist. She glanced towards the broken pillar her adversary stood on, seeing her rapier just within arm’s reach. She stretched her fingertips, brushing the hilt.

She dropped it once more as Sans lifted her into the air.

What followed soon afterward would be best described as nothing more than a complete beatdown as the skeletal comedian tossed her in every single direction possible, his eyes flaring different colors. He made no attempt to contain himself or to control where she flew. All that mattered was that he was hurting her, and hurting her bad. He found it almost… enjoyable; after all, when else would he be able to get away with obliterating the one person who just wouldn’t leave him and his friends alone? Weiss could do nothing except allow herself to be torn apart in this fashion; she smashed into every surface in the once pristine hall, colliding into walls, windows, pillars, the ceiling and the floor. She screamed out in pure agony as he continue; it was impossible for her to tell what was going on anymore; all she knew was that her fate was entirely in the hands of her opponent, and he was showing NO signs of relenting.

Finally, after what felt like forever, .the onslaught began to slow. The comedian continued shooting his hand as fast as he could to continue his assault, though the speed of the force-controlled human was far slower than the speed of his hand. The skeleton panted, his hand clawing the air as he forced the human to the ground. He repeated this motion multiple times, each one slower than the one before and with each movement of his more exaggerated.

Then, just when it seemed like he could go on no longer, he raised his palm again. Weiss levitated to the ceiling, the blue color on her skin flickering with each passing moment. As soon as her head touched the roof, it dissipated, followed by her plunging back down to the earth. She crashed with a loud thud, motionless.

He let his hand drop down to his side, every bone in his body going limp as he slid off the column. He felt wobbly, his energy shot. He dropped to a knee, trying his best to remain standing as he looked towards his opponent. She was not moving. Had he done it? Did it actually work? Had he beaten her?

It took only one movement to dash his hopes completely. His heart sank lower and lower as he saw her push herself back up, coughing up blood and stumbling the whole way. How? How was she still alive?! After all he threw at her, after pretty much breaking every bone in her body, she just kept going? What was wrong with her?! Why did she keep going?! WHY COULDN’T SHE JUST DIE?!

He wanted to scream, but the most he let out was a dull whisper. He fought the urge to release tears from his eye sockets as he leaned back against the pillar, never stopping to take some deep breathes. What was he going to do? He couldn’t beat her through fighting her, he couldn’t beat her through words. How was he going to win? He had used up all of his options!

That’s when he saw her reach for her sword, her fingers beginning to grasp it. An idea struck his mind. It was crazy; it was insane. There was no way it was going to work, but he had to try.

He pointed a finger at the weapon, his whole arm wobbling as he enveloped the sword in a dark-blue shade of color. He then slid it towards him, with it crashing close by to him; how much energy had he put into just tossing her around? He let out a gulp as he glared at her, his eye sockets black as night.


“alright… that’s it….” he said, taking a moment to breathe, his body feeling like someone had dumped massive weights on him, “it’s time for my special attack. you ready? here goes nothing!”

Weiss’s heart skipped a beat as the monster hauled up his palm once more. She stared at him, wide-eyed; whatever he had left, she could not dodge.

Then he laughed. He laughed for a long time. He had pulled the biggest joke in the book! He was laughing so hard because it was so funny. And the look on her face! It was priceless! It was so worth doing it just to see that expression. His laughs were replaced by coughs as he ran out of breath, though it didn’t make the situation any less funny. He continued giggling as he explained his little joke to the confused woman.

“that’s right!” he said, “it’s literally nothing! and it’s never gonna BE anything, either.”

She continued to look at him, her eyebrows raised. What was he going on about? Did he think she couldn’t hurt him because he wasn’t attacking? What?

He continued on. “ya get it? i know i can’t beat you. one of these turns…” he said, “you’re just gonna KILL me. so... i've decided... it's never gonna BE your turn. ever. i'm just gonna keep having MY turn until you give up, even if it means we have to stand here until the end of time, capiche?”

He stabbed his bony finger at her, his clothes and body covered in the perspiration of battle. He had tried his best to make it sound like he was positive that he was right. That there was some magic rule that governed all fights that she couldn’t attack during his turn. There had to be one like that, right? There just HAD to be!

“you’ll get bored here… if you haven’t gotten bored already, i mean..” he said after a few moments of silence, “and then, you’ll finally quit.”

What was once a massive battle between two desperate fighters had become just a staring contest. Neither moved an inch, so tense was this competition of eye-locking. His entire body felt like it was going to collapse right on him, and he had never, ever, EVER, hyperventilated this hard at any point in his life. He felt his eyes droop, but he kept them open to keep talking.

“I know your type..” he said, almost looking like he was frowning to Schnee, “you’re, uh, very determined, aren’t you?”

Nothing. Not even a peep. What was with humans and being quiet all the time?

“you’ll never give up,  even if there’s, uh… absolutely NO benefit to persevering whatsoever, if i can make that clear. no matter what, you’ll just keep going. not out of any desire for good or evil… but just because you can. And because you CAN, you HAVE TO…”

Yeah… she had to do all of this, didn’t she? She HAD TO come in and ruin everything? She had to kill everyone he loved? She had to cause an evacuation and break apart the already unstable peace in the Underground? She HAD TO kill his little brother?! The one monster who would never have hurt her even if she had decided to ‘do away’ with his older bro? The one being who would have loved her unconditionally? The one person who might have been her friend?!

“but it’s over now… you’ve reached the end, pal. there ain’t nothing left for you,” he said, bringing a clenched fist to his jaws as he yawned, “so, uh, in my personal opinion? the most ‘determined’ thing you can do is, uh… literally anything else..”

He placed his hands in his pockets, having said all that he could say. His opponent looked exactly like the emotionless, monotone mask that she had arrived as. His words had not struck true, it seemed. Whatever. It didn’t matter. As long as he did not attack her, she could not hurt him. She was never leaving. Never. Not while he was still awake.

Speaking of which, even though his eyelids were a bit droopy, he was still perfectly fine and dandy. He could only remember reading Papyrus a bedtime story. Something about a fluffy bunny; what was it called? A bed was looking mighty fine right about now, though. He wasn’t tired; he had just been working a lot that day and needed to sit down for a moment, you know? Sure, his brother picked on him a lot for not working out and doing his chores, but he knew that he meant no harm by it. He was just concerned for his well-being, is all. Oh please, Papyrus, I’ll be fine. Honestly, I worry more about you than anyone-

He snapped awake as the sound high-heels rapping against a floor filled his earholes. He dodged to the side, the woman’s sword just nicking the top of his skull. He turned around to glance at the woman. Her head was hanging low, her sword-hand’s knuckles as white as ash. She had missed him, again. While he was sleeping; he couldn’t believe his luck!

The urge to gloat was too much. “heh… did you really think th-”

A memory shot through his brain; the image of bones breaking. Startled, he sat down on the ground.

He looked up to the crazy human, seeing her blade had sailed over him yet again. She was really bad at this, wasn’t she? She couldn’t hit a target if it was standing still and sleeping! And it was! Though he did notice something new about her.

Her blade was coated in red.

No...

He slowly, so as not to waste too much energy, looked down to his lower form.

From his left shoulder to his right hip, in a diagonal fashion, was a huge gash, gushing out gooey, sticky, red blood. He… she hit him.

He had been wrong, and she had done him in with one hit. He didn’t know why he was surprised; after all, it wasn’t like it was going to matter what he did anyway, right? But, after all he had done, after fighting so hard, quite literally driving himself to the point of exhaustion… to fail once again. That knowledge hurt more than any wound could have, the fact he had failed. He had lost, and everything that was going to happen was going to be all his fault. Any of his fellow monsters who had lived through her genocide were now going to die because of him. And they were never going to come back.

He glanced from his wound to the woman, who was staring right at him. He felt tears welling up in his sockets, which he held off for just a little bit longer as he clasped his hand to his wound, holding his blood in as he stood back up.

“so… guess this is it, huh? just.. don’t say i didn’t warn ya..” he whispered.

Everything was silent as he smiled, chuckling a bit. Snow began to fall from the sky, covering everything around him. He thought he saw snow particles floating off of him, but it was probably just his imagination. What was important was that one moment he was in the hall, and the next, in a single blink, he was back home, just about to exit his house. It was snowing, like always, though the perpetual white had been replaced by the sight of red and green: Christmas decorations! It was his little bro’s favorite holiday.

“welp… i’m going to grillby’s!” he said, making sure his little brother could hear him. He stumbled out the door, his torso feeling rather weird and weightless. He was also going slower than he remembered. His brother was likely gonna get on his buttocks for it; tell him he needed to exercise more.

His eyes widened a bit; he had forgotten about his bro!

His little brother… the light in the dark… the one thing that he could rely on to keep him going… was he still there? He couldn’t remember. Was anyone still around? He had to check.

He turned back to look through the door, tears forming in his eyes as he spoke. His body began to shift to the left, even though he wasn’t even moving.

"papyrus... you want anything?" he managed to croak out, unable to stop himself from shedding a few tears.

No sooner did he say that than the top half of his body slipped off from his bottom, landing on the ground with a thud. The lights in his eyes dimmed, replaced with black sockets as his form began to fade into dust.

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