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I'm in your walls

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I'm in your walls

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"What's it like being the mascot of your own series? Y'know, being the main protag, instead of just a supporting protag..."

"Not as fun as you might think. I'm pushing 60, currently on death's door, and while I AM on chemotherapy right now, it's pretty much 50/50 on whether I'll make it in the end or not. Plus I haven't seen my adoptive daughter in almost 10 years."

"Sweet Gaia, sorry I asked..."

"No harm no foul. They're re-exploring my 20s soon, so I'll at least get the chance to relive those years. Not the easiest, but I had my brother, my father figure, and the woman of my dreams, so there's that."

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you punch nazis!

(requested by anonymous)

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[MISS]

The skeleton looks really unimpressed with this woman's attempts to goad him. She was grasping for straws, probably trying to get under his skin, but that wouldn't make him sloppy. No, he absolutely intended to make this woman suffer for as long as humanly possible before giving her the end that she so rightly deserved.

*y'know, i don't get why you feel the need to spend your last moments talking shit. but that's your prerogative. *doesn't matter if you birthed them or not. you lost the right to call them 'mother' the moment that you started treating them less like your kid, and more like a burden. *you're truly the most vile, and nobody, i repeat, NOBODY is gonna miss you when you're gone. *that's what you get for not showing some basic fucking decency.

Blasters readied again, and once more, the laser pierced through her torso, raining down upon her like white hot needles that nobody could really see. After all, the pain was purely internal.

*any last words? *if i were you, i'd choose to say something meaningful. *of course, give me a reason, and you'll spend the next hour, sitting there, feeling naught but pain and agony. *your choice: quick death now? or slow, agonizing, painful death later?

"DEMON!? YOU ATTACKED ME FIRST YOU PSYCHO!" that's all she can really scream out before the blasters fired at in unison. There's another screech of pain from her, the feeling of those was something else entirely. It stuns her more than anything else, something rattling inside her chest and her entire body temporarily goes numb.

Her soul is red, just like Frisk's and a certain other human who had long since passed. No ability to reset though, death should simply just mean death to her and she likely wasn't even aware of such a thing. Probably for the best if this entire encounter showed anything she wasn't like Frisk. She would abuse such an ability to hell and back.

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Another attempt at a swing, still uncoordinated but there's more force behind this one. The numbness vanishes and all that's left is a burning sensation that makes her feel like someone just injected literal venom into her veins. She....she can't keep doing this, she doesn't know how long she can.

"Going to tell my daughter about this? For someone that just praised her as a savior you seem to forget who birthed her." no more slip of a tongue, just intentional misgendering now. "Guess that 'kiddo' is a demon too, huh?"

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Something about this encounter felt eerily familiar. Like one's own reflection repeated in a hall of mirrors. He could see... the eyes, the expression, the words... of a genocidal demon. Someone who would take great pleasure in the pain of others. That said, there was one clear difference between this woman, and the genocidal demon he knew.

Unlike the demon he'd fought before, this woman was sloppy, not a normal fighter, and definitely not coordinated enough to land a hit... not unless she pulled some underhanded tricks.

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*you think i'm just gonna stand there and take it? for shame. *i had hoped we could be civil, that you might come to your senses, that you'd stop disrespecting the kiddo. *but i guess i should've expected retaliation from someone like you, someone who doesn't even seem human. nah, you seem more like a demon. *someone who relishes in the pain of others. *the kind of person who will never truly be happy, no matter what. *a shame, really. there's nothing i can do for you then.

E X C E P T P U T Y O U O U T O F Y O U R M I S E R Y .

With one flick of his hand, the blasters all fired at her in unison. The lasers didn't cause notable physical damage, but each tick would feel like a needle, stabbing her skin, her muscle tissue, her organs... even her soul.

ESPECIALLY HER SOUL.

Another scream of pain, what the hell even is this man? She actually considers running away or at least attempting to, eyes darting around furiously. She would have even considered actively yelling out for help, but no one is nearby. And if the screeching from before did alert anyone clearly, no one was interested in seeing what the source of it was.

But at this rate, unless any humans were passing by, she wouldn't bother. Something worse than being hurt by a monster was being saved by one.

However, something changes in her demeanor once he keeps speaking.

".....■■■■■, is the reason you're all free?" Back to dead naming, it is a genuine slip of the tongue as opposed to it being maliciously dropped beforehand, but something lights up in her eyes. Something that can almost be considered, determination....but....mostly rage.

She screams again, out of frustration more than anything. The adrenaline of the situation coursing through her body just fueling her anger, something snaps.

"That no good little shit of a daughter! Always the source of my problems, fucking always! Can't even listen to the one thing I fucking told her! Monsters should have stayed gone! God fucking dammit! She should have never been born! When I get my hands on her-" she doesn't know what she'll do, but nothing good. But for now one boney fucker stands in the way.

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There's an attempt to punch Sans, but it's messy and uncoordinated. She's already greatly injured and she's bleeding, doesn't stop her from at least trying to give this man some hell.

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My OC boy: *out having a nice day with his mom* All my other characters: *either don't have a mother, their mother is long gone, or they don't have a good relationship... save for maybe Jotaro*

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*christ, kid... you weren't kidding... racism, playing the victim card, deflecting the blame... how did you have the patience to even free the underground, when you had to deal with this FREAK?

The words are muttered to himself as two bone spikes jut up from the ground near the woman, and stab through her arms. Yeah, she was just as malicious as he'd expected. He didn't take massive joy in this, if only because he didn't want to propagate the stereotype of monsters being just as dangerous as humans had believed... but some people didn't deserve MERCY.

Sans definitely didn't take joy in fighting period, especially fighting someone who was as weak, helpless, and pathetic, as this woman. But he wanted to keep this person away from Frisk... because he'd known about the harm that she was responsible for on that poor kid.

*you know, i don't think you fully respect the situation that you've found yourself in. in fact, you're the first human we've ever decided didn't deserve a chance, even including the innumerable many who called us 'freaks'. we can forgive the ignorance. what we can't forgive... is someone threatening, bad-mouthing, and otherwise mistreating, all of monsterkind's ambassador.

With one hand, the skeleton raises several more jagged bone spikes around the woman, pointing inward, essentially preventing escape without serious injury.

*that's right. 'your' kiddo was responsible for finding a way to free our centuries-long imprisonment. despite how the odds were stacked against them, they gave us our freedom. it's only thanks to them that i get to see the night sky and the stars... and yet you wanna claim that they were 'such a burden' on you. take some accountability for your own mistakes, lady.

Y O U R L I F E D E P E N D S O N I T .

He then points his hand, and one of the blasters fires off... the shot whizzing just past her head with a loud boom. Curiously, the impact does nothing to the street behind her.

"You son of a- ARGH!"

Grunts and hisses of pain come out as she's hit with another round of bones, her HP getting cut away bit by bit. It makes it hard to focus on what he's actually saying, but the message is still getting across regardless.

Heavy breaths escape her, not answering him right away, but she's not sure anything she said would really be convincing enough to get her out of this. Pleading and begging for mercy....she was just too proud for. He wants her to apologize? As if she'd do that for a freak?

She wouldn't even do it for her own child.

"Cared for her? You all cared for he- them?" Is her correcting the terms used a sign of the fear creeping in further or does she concede a certain level of defeat. "Then you know what a difficult child they are, who are you to judge how I raised them? ■- 'Frisk' if you insist on that, isn't even your own species. Why are you bothering to defend them? Or it because I called you what you are? Do you attack every human that looks down on your kind? You've done nothing to change my mind here."

More effort than she ever put into regarding Frisk, of course, that's not saying much. However she refuses to say that out loud.

"Just stop and let me leave, I won't even report this incident." Hint, she's lying.

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@wintermulitplied (Frisk's no good, very bad mother) (x)

*wrong answer, lady! wrong! answer!

He's already summoned a few bones to smack her in the face.

Okay, maybe more than a few, but it's all deserved. Still, as badly as he wants to break all of her bones, he needs to make sure she's actually malicious and not just ignorant. After all, hatred can spring up from a lack of understanding.

*lemme hit you with some knowledge, because you clearly don't understand what's going on. first off, their name is 'frisk'. f-r-i-s-k. that's the name they've chosen, and that's the only name they're gonna be called.

He then lets a few blue bones pass through her, which shouldn't hurt as long as she's not moving... before smacking her with yet another normal bone.

*second, you call us 'unhinged'. i didn't start off calling you 'freak'. i didn't misgender or dead-name the kiddo, either. in fact, we, as in all the monsters you've been insulting, who spent ages underground because humanity feared us and loves to hate and dispose of whatever they fear, have actually taken better care of your kid than you have. by that definition, that makes us the kid's parents. biology be damned.

He's already readying the blasters, in case it turns out this woman truly is malicious, and not just ill-informed.

*if the next words out of your mouth aren't an apology, or you spew out more of that racist rhetoric, i promise you won't leave this encounter without scars.

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*toriel help me, i'm gonna throw hands with this human piece of garbage.

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*i'm never playing uno ever again.

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The threat made the skeleton pause for a moment, but then he straightened up, and went back to the present reason for this interaction.

*right, right, sorry. back to the topic at hand. *you're sure you're alright playing therapist to an old skeleton? i mean, i'm sure you've got more important clients... i mean, i suppose i can pay you for your time, but...

Welp, he's going back to that 'I'm not sure I deserve this' sort of thing, but also trying to point out that outside of familiarities, this woman was essentially a stranger to him.

"Well, as long as you aren't letting the old dog chew out the marrow, then I suppose you're fine."

She didn't want to take any low hanging skeleton puns in the moment, but did shoot him a more serious look.

"If we keep dancing around the topic, however, you might be in for a bad time. And I would really rather not get that batty."

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"Slut. God, I wish that were me."

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*ahhh, there's a lotta dust in this skull these days. *i may not look it, but i'm an old bag 'a bones. *still enough calcium in these joints to teach an old dog new tricks though, tibia honest.

He definitely picked up on the jab, and she does still seem familiar, but the how is surely escaping him. Ah well, he'll figure it out at some point!

"I mean I used to take a different form, so I'm not surprised you're getting Deja vu. Might want the clean out the dust in that skull to clear your mind a bit." That was a knowing sarcastic jab, but one in the know of certain timeline details she knew he'd pick up on.

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Slowly, Sans brought his pinky to the kid's, locking them, and giving Frisk a nod. No turning back now. He's gotta put it out on the line.

*okay... ugh... right... *lemme start this conversation with... an apology, and a confession. *when i first met you, and for a long while... i wasn't being as helpful as i acted. *i... i was doubtful. i saw all the change, all the sorts of things you were capable of... and i'll admit, i was a tad bit bitter. *yet... through it all, you still tried to help, you did... so much more than a kid should be expected to do. and i'm... i'm so sorry you went through that alone.

*i also said some awful things... i... i threatened you even. a kiddo, who didn't deserve that, who didn't deserve all those burdens being put on your shoulders. *your DETERMINATION carried you farther than any other force could... but i wish now that it didn't have to be the only thing you could rely on. *and i'm sorry you went through all of that alone, frisk.

He's carefully wiping tears (that he's not sure how he's shedding) from his eye sockets, and chuckling through it all, even as he bares his hidden side for the kid.

*... i don't deserve to be called 'dad'. but... i'm honored that you would anyway. *especially since i'm here, sobbin' like a lil' baby bones.

The surprises continue, Frisk is a little concerned about what's causing the need for the current discussion about that of all things but they assume Sans will elaborate in time.

"Kay...I promise." they even hold out their pinky to the skeleton to seal the deal.