Punishment Day (ONESHOT/Seventh Soul)
[Context/Note: When SS!Sans gets caught helping Frisk, he gets taken to the King himself by his own brother while Frisk is held by Undyne. Please note that this is NOT canon and simply a oneshot based on 8TheKat’s comic/AU. Do check it out if you are confused and because it’s simply an amazing comic]
“... Every monster here is aware of the punishment for treason,” Echoed the mighty voice. “And for centuries, not one of our own has done such a thing... Until now.”
Despite how small the underground is, many monsters have arrived at New Home to observe the mere traitor who would do such a thing. To betray their own kind.
And Sans was right in the centre of the hall, holding every monster's attention. Held down by his own younger brother, Papyrus, and presented to King Asgore.
He knew the consequences. He knew how this would end. But he had to at least try. For Frisk. She deserved it better than anyone.
Clearly, everyone else didn’t feel the same. The room was eerily silent, but he knew only one word they were all thinking. Traitor.
“Commander Sans of the Magic division,” King Asgore spoke once more, eyes piercing right through his soul. His presence almost choked the air out of Sans. “According to your brother, not only have you been aiding this human, but been communicating with them for years.”
That definitely caused gasps and outroars from the monsters. Sans figured as much. It was Papyrus’s job, and he didn’t hate him for that. He knew this was his brother’s dream, ever since he was just a little bone. He’d be crushed himself if his brother was beside him at this moment. That’s why he decided not to teleport away to make it easier for his brother instead of running around the whole underground again.
King Asgore then gestured to Undyne to step forward with Frisk, who was holding her with such a tight, painful grip. Undyne followed with no complaints, lifting Frisk up slightly as if to showcase her. Frisk struggled against her grip, but was powerless underneath her strength.
“This is the human Commander Sans has chosen over his own kind.” King Asgore's voice held command and power. “Even a mere human can alter the strongest monster's mind.”
Sans held his tongue. He wanted to deny that. Wanted to voice his reason behind his actions. Beg to make them understand that Frisk wasn’t the terrifying human that everyone else thinks she is. But he knew it wouldn’t matter even if he did.
He managed to take a quick glance at Frisk. She was shaken. Terrified. But even more, he could see the shame and guilt that weighed heavily on her expressions. Knowing her, she'll probably be blaming herself for all that had happened. He hated seeing her be so harsh on herself. He wished he could comfort her at this very moment.
“Sans the Skeleton,” Sans attention went back to King Asgore, throat tight. “You are stripped of your title and for the punishment of your treason, you are sentenced to death.”
“N-No! Stop!” Hearing his best friend’s voice wasn’t making this any easier. “It’s not his fault! P-Please-!” Frisk pleaded, only to be harshly silenced by Undyne.
He felt Papyrus’s grip tightened slightly, knowing this was breaking his heart. Papyrus’s hand soon let go of Sans to summon out his sword, raising it high with trembling hands. All Sans could do was close his eyes and accept his fate, wishing he could block out Frisk’s cries-
Suddenly, the ground shook. Sans eyes opened wide when he felt it, frowning deeply. Every monster was just as confused. Papyrus’s arm froze in midair, caught off guard. Sans glanced at Frisk and Undyne who were just as equally confused and off guard.
Sans looked up at the sound, seeing a sharp yet dripping tentacle pierce through King Asgore’s chest, blood starting to leak. Every monster's cries and gasps echoed through the hall. Not even Undyne could move.
All eyes watched as King Asgore’s body began to dissolve in dust and blood, leaving a pile of his ashes on the ground. His crown dropped on top of it.
“... Forgive my intrusion,” A deep and smooth yet distorted voice entered. “But I thought I’d let myself in.”
Sans eyes widened at the sight of the intruder that stood behind King Asgore’s ashes. He seemed like a skeleton just like him and Papyrus, but he was covered in some kind of ink, dripping and pouring yet still at the same time. Most of the ink seemed to have covered his left eye, leaving his right dark teal glowing eye visible. Tentacles that seemed to have been made by his own body from his back retracted to himself, simply waving off King Asgore’s dust and blood off the tip of it.
“I do hope we are not interrupting,” His voice was gentle, calm and almost formal. But something sent an unpleasant chill down Sans' spine. “But you have something that I need.”
While everyone else was focused on the intruder and was currently confused about his appearance, Sans was focused on his word choice.
Suddenly, the ground shook again, and this time, two dark portals seemed to have ripped open out of thin air, causing the monsters to panic and scatter. Unfortunately, some didn’t get far. Three more skeletons appeared, and they were all downright wrong.
One was already ruthlessly killing monsters with a simple knife, his sharp smile that seemed almost permanent. Only one eye showed a red pupil. He wore a cheerful expression that didn’t feel right. Another was covered in a hood, expression hard to make out and back slightly hunched. Sharp bones came straight out of the ground and pierced many royal guards in the chest. The last skeleton had a bloody hole in his skull, swinging his axe in an almost primal manner. Blood and dust began staining the corridor.
The skeleton with the sharp grin seemed to have noticed Sans and instantly lunged for him, his speed completely inhuman. Papyrus stands in front of Sans instinctively and blocks the skeleton’s attack, giving Sans the chance to stand on his own two feet. His eyes immediately focused on Frisk, who was abandoned on the ground by Undyne who was trying to fight one of the other skeletons. He wasted no time teleporting straight to Frisk, helping her back up.
“You okay?” He asked, quickly making sure she wasn’t injured. Once he was satisfied that she wasn’t, his attention was back on Frisk.
“Y-Yeah. I’m alright.” Frisk murmured, getting a relieved sigh from Sans. But that moment was short-lived. “Sans, look out!”
Sans barely managed to cut the tentacles that reached towards him, the sharp bones raised from the ground and used as a shield for both himself and Frisk. The tentacle that was cut off instantly dissolved.
Sans was unlucky to be unprepared as a tentacle from behind wacked him right below the rips, sending him flying and collided straight to the wall. He groaned in pain from the impact and fell straight to the ground. He could just manage to lift himself slightly, a bit dazed from the impact.
Sans looked up from Frisk’s cries and his heart sank at the sight of the skeleton responsible for King Asgore’s death holding Frisk up with his tentacles, seemingly tightening around her.
“Frisk!” He wasted no time and got back to his feet, about to teleport until he managed to block one of the other skeleton’s attacks, using a large bone to block the skeleton’s axe. His eyes widened at the feral, almost primal, gaze of a skeleton with a cracked hole in his skull.
“Thank you,” Sans managed to glance towards the skeleton that held Frisk hostage, a calm smile and slightly narrowed eyes that was just unnerving to see. “For providing me exactly what I needed.”
Sans was confused. What does he need Frisk for? The tentacle skeleton then simply nodded his head and, instantly, the skeleton with the knife teleported straight to him while the one he was holding off got teleported away with the skeleton that had his hood on, stumbling forward slightly. He managed to get his footing right before seeing another portal ripped through thin air, all four entering it.
“Sans!” Frisk cried out, eyes filled with terror and fear. The one holding her in his tentacles seemed to take pleasure in her fear.
Sans teleported straight to her, trying to grab her. “Frisk!” His arm stretched out, using his magic to try to get hold of her soul. But it wasn’t enough.
One second. That’s all he had. And she was gone inside the patrol, which shut right behind them. Sans stumbled slightly, staring at the empty space where the portal once was.
What just happened? Who were they? And what could they have possibly wanted with Frisk?
[SS!Sans & SS!Frisk belongs to @8thekat]
[Nightmare!Sans belongs to Jokublog]
[Killer!Sans belongs to @rahafwabas]
[Horror!Sans belongs to Sour-Apple-Studios]
[Dust!Sans belongs to @ask-dusttale]
[Undertale belongs to Toby Fox]
{Sorry if this seemed rushed or mischaracterised any of the characters, this was much longer than I expected. I do however wish to continue this so I’ll probably break these down into parts if I don’t lose motivation. Please don’t hate :’D}