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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Major_Character_Death, Rape/Non-Con,
      Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      Undertale_(Video_Game)
  Relationship:
      Frisk/Sans, Frisk_&_Sans
  Character:
      Frisk_(Undertale), Sans_(Undertale), Papyrus_(Undertale), Flowey_
      (Undertale), Chara_(Undertale), Grillby_(Undertale), Undyne_(Undertale),
      Alphys_(Undertale), Mettaton_(Undertale), Toriel_(Undertale)
  Additional Tags:
      trigger_warning, Rape_Aftermath, Dark, Very_very_dark_actually, Seriously
      quite_dark, creep, sans_pov, Underage_Frisk, Murder, Murder-Suicide,
      Rape/Non-con_Elements, Suicide, Homicide, Frisk_gives_up, Fuck_this
      version_of_Sans_actually, Asshole_jar, Female_Frisk
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-03-01 Updated: 2016-03-21 Chapters: 6/? Words: 8615
****** Concede ******
by Creepygirl
Summary
     A spin off of KenyaKetchup's Creep, so you should read her story up
     to chapter 20 to understand what's going on.
     Frisk remembers everything, and sees that Sans is no longer who he
     claims to be, is not longer who she thought he was. Frisk begins
     questioning all of her relationships, the few that she does have, and
     begins wondering if it's worth the constant resets on her own. But
     she also has Chara in the back of her mind as she tries to forgive
     Sans for all he has done. Frisk ultimately will have a lot of angst
     within her from Sans actions, and she, Chara, and Sans will finally
     learn if Frisk is able to hate.
     Will she fight? Have mercy? Or just concede?
Notes
     Hi Guys! This is a spin off / au of KenyaKetchup's Creep starting
     from Chapter 20. If you haven't read her work up to that point, you
     will not understand what is happening in this one. Her piece is
     amazing and you should seriously check her our!
     WARNING: This will be a very dark story, and there is a severe
     trigger warning on this, so please don't read it if it will cause you
     distress! Here Frisk has no determination left so some really deep
     and messed up stuff is going to start happening both in her
     relationship with Sans and Chara. So yea...enjoy!
  This work was inspired by
      Creep by KenyaKetchup_(temptedmelibea)
***** The End *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
Sans walked down the stairs. He could do this. This was Frisk. All he had to do
was walk out of Pap’s room, go down the stairs, and sit next to her on the
couch. It would be easy. He could do this.
 
Even though he told himself that, Sans could feel his magic bubbling up within
him as soon as he touched the railing, and seeing Frisk sitting on the couch
did not help. The palm of his hand was already glowing blue, ready to bolt out
of him at any second, and he could feel the sudden concentration of magic to
his left eye. He knew that he needed to pull himself back and calm down;
otherwise he would do something that we would regret.
 
He would do something that she would remember.
 
When Sans sat next to her, Frisk didn’t move. She didn’t flinch away from him
as his hand brushed over hers on the seat cushion. She didn’t turn her head to
look at him. Her eyes did not even falter from wherever in the room she was
staring at. The only detectable difference was the slight increase in the rate
of her heart.  
 
How many times had he shoved a bone through it?
 
“hey kid.” Was the only thing he could get out. At that, Frisk turned to look
at him. Her eyes were dull, as if someone had painted over her once colored
pupils with gray from a storm cloud. The whites of her eyes were bloodshot, as
if she hadn’t slept in centuries. The corners of her mouth curved downwards,
not in sadness or anger, but from the lack of any emotion at all. Her lips were
chapped from layers of dead skin, and matched her paling skin. Her hair was
tussled around her face, and Sans noticed that her cheekbones almost looked
hollow. He knew she did not look like that the thousand time lines ago.
 
Maybe she had.
 
How much of the important stuff had he not noticed?
           
Even so, she looked so full of mercy, but without a drop of determination
running through her.
 
She didn’t speak, which worried him. He expected her to say how through all of
it she still loved him and that she could help him. Then, he could lieand tell
her that he loved her too, even though he knewthat what he felt with her was
not watch she should associate lovewith, and that if he did love her he would
disappear from her life forever. He would let her be as normal as a human
living in the Underground could be. He would let her have friends, he would
stop killing her, he would start acting like the adultthat she needed because
Toriel wasn’t there to walk her through anything. Tori wouldn’t have shoved
saltin the kid’s mental wounds if she had even exposed them to her. She never
would have manipulated Frisk with that. Neither would have Papyrus. Only Sans
would.
 
Because Sans didn’t love her.
 
He couldn’t.
 
“Frisk, i- i never thought- i just –just” He began.
 
“You never thought what, Sans? That I would remember?” Her voice was colder
than the air in Snowdin and Sans could feel his entire being freeze in place.
Her words came out in hisses like she was angry, but that she didn’t know what
to dowith that emotion, and she wouldn’t because anything like that was just so
foreignto her. How the hell could she even understand a feeling like that with
the amount of mercythe resided within every cell of her body? “How many times,
Sans? How many times have you done it?” Her voice came out in a soft whisper,
but it did not quiver.
 
“kid, please don’t hate me- i love you – Frisk, i-”
 
“How many times?” She asked again, boring into his eyes with her own, still
quite but with more force. There was no way that Sans would be able to avoid
her questions, and he really didn’t deserve to.
 
He tried to think back. He could barely even remember how many times it had
been at this point. Four? That sounded right, but he was starting to have
trouble differentiating between the timelines and his own dreams of when he
imagined them together. His skull was still recovering from the abundant amount
of timelines that had been shoved inside of it from all the resets, and his
soul still couldn’t sit soundly within him, so he told her the answer that he
thought sounded the most right. “four.”
 
Frisk sighed. “I thought they were just nightmares. That they hadn’t happened.”
She chuckled, but it was dark and full of hurt and it rattled his bones. “I
guess I’ve been remembering past timelines for a while, but I just didn’t
realize it. I never would have thought you’d be capable of doing that to me. I
just never thoughtyou would reallydo that to me.”
 
“Frisk, please-”
 
“I thought you cared.” She laughed again, this time a little louder. “But I
guess I never really fought back that much, huh? After all, you’re the only
person who’s ever cared about me. Who else would want me?”
 
Sans thought he was going to throw up magic again when he heard her recite the
words he told her. He could feel each syllable digging into his soul as it left
her mouth in the form of a passive growl and she gripped the fabric of her
jeans. The chuckles kept slipping out from between her teeth and then he
realized that there were tears dripping onto her hands and sweater, that they
were darkening the fabric and that he eyes were getting even more bloodshot.
Her breathing sounded like she would start having an anxiety attack like when
he used his bad magic on her, but it never came. Sans didn’t know what to say
because what could he say? Sorry, I couldn’t control my dick. Sorry, I didn’t
learn my lesson. Sorry. How many times could he say sorry?
 
Instead, he listened to the mix of laughs and sobs that left her mouth and it
was unsettling because the laugh sounded so familiar but so foreign at the same
time.
 
When was the last time he heard her laugh?
 
When was the last time he hadn’t caused her pain?
 
She continued. “I don’t really know how to respond to all of this. I hoped so
much that it was all just nightmares. Bad dreams, ideas, thoughts. That they
lived in my head but at least they never came from anywhere. I didn’t want them
to be real.” He watched her begin to shake from the tremors. “I guess none of
it was real. Heh. I had just hoped…out of everything that they said…Flowey and
Chara…that that was the one thing that was a lie.” She took in a deep breath.
“Would you do it again? I don’t know why I’m asking. I think I already know the
answer to that. I don’t know why I’m asking. I’m rambling, aren’t I? Sorry, I
think. I don’t think I should feel sorry though. I’m just trying to get
everything out now, I guess.”
 
Sans tried to reach out to her, but Frisk moved away from his boney hand.
“Frisk, i- i don’t know what to say. i’m so sorry. i love you. i love you so
much kid. i really do. you love me, too. i would go back and change it if i
could kiddo, but i- i keep messing up and-”
 
“This is your fourth time messing up. Isn’t it?”
 
Sans looked at her, and her expression said nothing.It could barely give a hint
of what she was thinking. This must be as close to angry as she could get. He
wondered if she would hate him, if she would realize what hate was and that she
couldhate, that she could hate him. All he could see what that her pupils were
bouncing from place to place and that the gears behind them were turning
rapidly. She was thinking.
 
He realize that if he was the reason that Frisk learn to hate, that would be a
piece of innocence she could never get back, no matter how many times the
timeline reset, and Sans hatedhimself because he had already taken so much from
her. He had gladly ripped her soul to pieces all for his selfishactions.
 
She could never get that back. 
 
“This is a lot to take in. I’m hungry.” She got up and walked to the kitchen
and Sans could hear her opening the fridge and rummaging around. She must have
pulled out a plate of Papyrus’s spaghetti. He assumed that she just wanted to
get away from him, that she didn’t know how to talk to her rapistabout how and
why he raped her more than once.He could hear drawers opening and closing. She
must be looking for a fork, but through the sounds of her looking he could hear
sniffling from the tears and muttering to herself.Sans got up from the couch,
but it immidently felt like his slippers had been encased in cinderblocks and
he couldn’t move. As Frisk continued to talk to him from the other room, he
pondered if he should go in there with her, or if he even had the gutsto.
 
Heh. Guts. 
 
“I think I need to stay away from you…and everyone…for... I don’t know for how
long. I…I don’t know if I can forgive you, Sans. I hate that I don’t know. Mom
says you can always forgive someone for the worst things that they have done to
you, but I don’t know if I can.” He heard her sniffle again and decided that he
would somehow make his way to the kitchen. He heard her intake a deep breath
before talking to him again.
 
 “I   t h i n k  I  a m  g o i n g  t o  g o  a w a y  f o r  a  w h i l e .
.
.
.
“G o o d b y e,  S a n s.”
 
But the last thing she said did not sound right, even if Frisk was crying and
trying to hide it. Her voice never sounded like that. It was almost like
someone was saying it with her.
 
Instantly, Sans teleported to the kitchen, and in few moments it took to get
him there, he started thinking of ways to rectify the situation. He could save
her. He could try to get her to stay. She could stay at the inn. He would leave
town for as long as she needed. He could fix this. He could be her savior, even
after everything that had happened. He could-
 
Sans thought process stopped when he saw Frisk’s collapsed body on the floor.
 
Sans thought process stopped when he heard Frisk’s ragged breathing from her
lips.
 
Sans thought process stopped when he noticed the knife in Frisk’s hand.
 
Sans thought process stopped when he looked at the crimson red blood staining
the floor.
 
Sans thought process stopped when he saw the thick cut along Frisk’s throat.
 
 
 
 
Her breathing stopped.
 
The timeline reset.
 
Chapter End Notes
     Cliffhanger! And I told you guys this was going to be really dark.
     Also, the first chapter is called "The End" but this is not a oneshot
     piece so I'll post more updates as long as people are interested.
     Please comment and let me know what you guys think as feedback is
     extremely helpful and appreciated.
***** The Beginning *****
Chapter Notes
     I don't really know what happened, but here you go.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Sans’ vision went black at the reset, but eventually came back to him and he
cringed from being in the blank space again. He looked around and found Frisk
and Chara about a hundred feet away from where he was. They were facing each
other. Frisk’s hair acted like a curtain over her face, while Chara’s crimson
eyes glowed viciously. Frisk just looked at what appeared to be their feet,
waiting to decide what to say or for the other to speak. She took in a deep
breath and looked back up at Chara. Sans could now see some of her features.
Her eyes still looked lifeless, her posture defeated, her being…
 
Just so undetermined.
 
Chara’s smile stretched across their face. “Frisky, Frisky, Frisky.” The words
felt like they were wrapping around Sans neck as they came out of the redhead’s
mouth. Sans took a step and before Chara could turn to see Sans’ in the space
with them, Frisk fell to her knees. She was not crying, and he should know
since he had heardand madeher cry so many times. She just looked up at the
other kid with complete dismay.
 
“I don’t…understand.” She managed, her breathing ragged.
 
Was that from the cut on her next?
 
Could she still feel it?
 
Chara bent down so that their face was leveled with Frisk’s. They pushed
Frisk’s hair away from her face and inched their face closer. The redhead
brought up one hand and cupped the kid’s face with it and why were they
touching her like that?They brought their mouth to Frisk’s ear, and knowing
that they were going to whisper something, Sans forced all his magic into
teleporting closer to them, but not close enough to be found out again.
 
Frisk quivered as Chara got closer to her. She was terrified.
 
“Everyone hates you.
 
You don’t have anyonebut me now.
 
I’m the only one that cares about us.
 
So by default, I’m the only one that cares about you.”
The sound that erupted from Frisk was deafening.It vibrated every part of Sans’
bones. Even he had never heard that kind of sound come out of her. It was a
sound that terrifiedhim. It could only mean that for her, being alone was one
thing, having to depend on an obsessive skeleton was another. However, having
no one else to turn to but this Charakid was the most painful thing that Frisk
could ever go through. Frisk kept screaming at the top of her lungs, and when
she could no longer scream, she began crying.
 
Chara rolled her eyes at the sight. “Come on, Frisk. This was bound to happen.
You’ve been through somuch already; you should really take a rest. Just let me
have a go at it.” They giggled, and reached out to grab Frisk, who promptly
pushed them away and retreated back a few steps. The redhead growled and walked
towards Sans’ crying kid. He knew he needed to move, and to save Frisk, but he
was worseand he could never save her from himselfbut he had to.She would at
least be more safewith him than here.
 
He was ready to step in when Chara reached their hand to twirl Frisk’s hair. It
was sickening for Sans to watch and he really wanted to know why this dirty
brother killer so badly wanted to touch her.They looked at her with the
psychotic red pupils and that fucking smileon their face. At the same time
though, he saw how Frisk’s face almost seemed relieved that the contact had
been something other than violence, even if the only kindness came from Chara.
 
He hadto be better than Chara. He hadto be. For Frisk’s sake.
 
The other kid spoke. “Don’t worry, kiddo.I’ll make it all better.”
 
Sans froze at his nickname for the kid coming out of the brother killer’s
mouth. That was his nicknamefor her and he saw Frisk face falter into fear when
they said it, but he could still see the love she had for him.
 
 He tried to move, and found that he couldn’t and fuck!
 
He must have used up all his magic teleporting.
 
Then Frisk made eye contact with Chara again, and he saw what that thing was
doing to her.
 
They were trying to give Frisk hope.
 
“I know what you’re doing, Chara.” Frisk stated calmly as she could through her
tears, and Sans was so proudthat he had helped raise such a cleverkid. She was
something else entirely. She was so smart and so good and full of mercy and-
 
He loved her so much.
 
“I know what you’re doing.” Frisk repeated, softer this time. “I know
exactlywhat you’re doing. You’re trying to manipulate me. It won’t work.” She
finished. Then Frisk brought her arms up to her chest and did not speak. She
seemed to be concentrating really hard on whatever it was that she was doing.
After a few moments, Frisk extended her arms out to Chara, who look at her
puzzled. Her hands were cupped together like she was holding something. She
opened her hands upwards. Between her hands was a bright red heart. Frisk
looked at her soul in her hands. “I was going to give it to you anyways, so
just take it.”
 
She sounded so defeatedand Sans couldn’t even be angry at her or call her weak
because he had broken her determination so many times.
 
How did he not know that this would come back tohaunt him?
 
Even the brother killer looked fucking surprised. They stared blankly at Frisk
and then smiled cheekily. “Frisky,I am flattered.” The soul drifted from
Frisk’s hands over to Chara without any type of resistance. “Don’t you worry
about a thing. I’ll take care of everything.”
 
Frisk sat on the ground of the blank space and then whispered “I don’t think I
care anymore.” And she laughed,but she sounded so ashamedof herself, like she
wished she could still care about any of them. Sans wanted to scream at her
because even though she may not be able to forgive him, everyone else in the
underground was innocent. They were never a part of his sick twisted actions.
She couldn’t just leave all of the monsters at the psycho’s disposal, but-
 
Sans destroyed her.
 
The other kid, Chara, in the meantime was grinning widely at their borrowed
soul,since they didn’t need to steal it from Frisk for this reset, at least.
Frisk curled up on the ground and closed her eyes. Sans’ could feel his own
soul practically trying to sneak through the gaps in his ribcageto get to his
kid. She looked just as beautiful as she had under the trees by the lake, but
she had looked so much more alivethen. Chara was still mesmerized by the bright
red soul in their hands, and happily absorbed it as Frisk seemed to fall asleep
in the unending darkness. Sans watched Chara walk back over to Frisk and look
down at her triumphantly. “I think you and I are going to get reallyclose to
one another when I get back.”
 
Then the fuckerlooked directly at Sans and smirked. “I win, trashbag.”
 
“You son of a bitch!” Sans yelled back, now having enough strength to speak. He
still could not move though, so he watched begrudgingly as Chara walked around
with Frisk’s soulaccompanying them.
 
The kid looked over at Sans. “Tell me Sansy,how did wefeel?” They laughed.
“Nice and soft? Tight?I have to admit that they whole thing was pretty
interesting. She was so fuckingconfused and it was hilarious!She just kept
trying to justify what you were doing! She didn’t even understand what you were
doing! I was the one that had to explain to her that you were rapingus!” They
walked over to Sans and licked the side of his fucking skull.“I was surprised
you didn’t just start fucking me! I can see the attraction though. Innocence is
such a nice virtue, isn’t it?” They eyed the sleeping Frisk and sauntered back
over to her. “Personally, I think a skirt would be a nice look on her-”
 
“What the fuckis wrong with you?” Sans yelled helplessly.
 
“What? You don’t agree? I would have thought you would have loved it! You could
just pull her panties aside-”
 
“Shut the fuck up!”
 
“-and just shove in.”They kicked Frisk awake who curled into themselves after
opening their eyes. “Frisky,I just want you to know that I’m doing this because
I love you.”
 
And Sans knew that they were just using his language to get to him. To get to
Frisk.
 
Seeing this, watching someone talk to Frisk the way he had spoken to her,
seeing someone try to break her like he did, he felt like scum.
 
At that, Chara looked at something that Sans could not. The next he knew, he
was reading Papyrus his bedtime story again.
Chapter End Notes
     I guess I really wanted Chara to start giving some major middle
     fingers to Sans just to make him angry. So I guess that's how I got
     to this thing. XD
***** Pushed Out *****
Chapter Notes
     Sorry for the delay. I had tons of midterms but they're over now.
     I've going to check this over in the morning for grammar, but I'm
     just going to post it now for people to enjoy. So just ignore the
     grammatical errors.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Sans immediately ran down the stairs. By the time that he got there, the kid
wasn’t there. She must have already run out. When Papyrus began protesting at
Sans for not finishing his bedtime story, Sans made up an excuse about how he
picked up an extra shift at the sentry post that he couldn’t miss. He felt
terrible about lying to Paps, but he needed to kill the kid, and somehow get
Frisk to come back. But even if he did, she would never talk to him again.
 
He had reallyfucked himself over in all of this.
 
Sans threw open the front door and slammed it behind him. He looked frantically
in all directions to try to find her, but she was nowhere in sight. He
attempted to teleport, but because his kidwas in the blank space between the
resets, and he had no connection to the piece of shitthat was currently
possessing her body. He had to think of another way find her. There were
footsteps in the snow, and he could follow those to the tree in the center of
town, but then there were too many to keep track. He began asking if anyone had
seen the kid. The only information he got was that she looked like she was
heading to the inn.
 
Sans quickly ran over there. He knew that one of two things would ultimately
end up happening. The first being that he would get there and she wouldn’t be
there, and that they had only make it look like they were going to the inn to
get Sans off their trail and buy some time. Or, he would walk right into a
trap. Either way, he had to find the little bitch and teach her a lesson.
 
He got the room that the kid normally stayed in and teleported to the door of
it. He barged it down, not teleporting again because, if she was there, he was
going to have to save his magic.
 
He looked up at two small figures on the bed. One was Chara’s, wearing Frisk’s
signature sweater but with beating red eyes that did not belong on her face.
The other was…
 
Monster Kid?
 
Before Sans could even process what he was seeing, the kid thrusted a knife
into the other’s abdominals. He screamed, and the kid twisted the knife, and
suddenly the kid and the bed were covered in dust. She looked over at Sans
smiling villainously. “Look Sans! No more pesky competition for you! Too bad
Frisk isn’t here…” They taunted him and ran their fingers through the dust.
“Feels so good!”
 
Sans summoned his blue magic and threw the kid out the window. He couldn’t help
but feel a surge of power course through him as he heard a small scream escape
her lips as her body smashed through the glass. He could hear the soft umphof
their body hitting the snow. It was still a decent fall, though. Hopefully,
they would have broken a couple of bones and he could just catch them and be
donewith it. By the time he got to the ground, the kid was running off again.
He teleported right in front of them.
 
“Why are you even bothering, Mister Comedian? She doesn’t want to come back!”
She yelled at him backing away and shrugging their shoulders as the knife
dangled from in-between the fingers on their right hand. Sans kept walking over
to them. He was about to shove a bone threw their chest when---
 
“C-Chara?”
 
Frisk?
 
That was Frisk’s voice.
 
That was his kid!
 
The kid looked at him just as shocked as he was. She shouldn’t have been able
to do that, so maybe she was gaining strength? Enough to battle Chara for
control over their body even in the middle of a timeline? The thought of this
filled Sans with hope. But now Sans couldn’t just kill her. He instead pulled
bones up from out of the ground all around the kid, as her eyes were still read
so Frisk wasn’t in control, but she was there!He pushed them close enough
together that he could still see her, but that she couldn’t get out. This was,
Frisk could fight. She would win because she had to,and then Sans could hold
her and somehow make everything okay.
 
It would all be okay.
 
Chara stood in the enclosure and smiled mockingly at Sans. “This is all you
got? Someone is going to come over and make you let me go. Or, you’ll get tired
and fall asleep, just like all the other times.”They laughed and sat down on
the snow and hummed to themselves. Sans watched them, hoping for some sign of
Frisk trying to break through.
 
An hour passed. The kid just kept playing with the knife and singing to
themselves. It made Sans uncomfortable, the way she sounded so innocent when
she was such a monster.
 
Which one of them was worse?
 
Who had more sins crawling on their back?
 
Suddenly, the kid stopped her singing, and her eyes were looking off to the
side of Sans. He knewthat look. That was the same expression that Frisk got
whenever the bad voice started talking to her. So that must mean that Chara was
listening to Frisk. She kept her focus as she seemed to be listening intently.
Her eyes immediately widened and the kid stood up, looking intently at Sans.
“Come on, let’s end this already. I’m bored!”
 
Sans chuckled. “There is no way in hell that I’m letting you out of there.
 
“So you’re just going to keep me trapped in here for all of eternity? You got a
thing for keeping little girls in cages?” She hissed, and Sans responded by
shoving a bone at her. She dodged, so he kept doing it. His goal wasn’t to kill
her, because he still wanted to give Frisk a chance to fight her way out, but
it was fun to watch her squirm. She seemed to sense this. “Sansy!” She huffed,
flattening herself in the snow to avoid another bone. “If you wanted me to
dance for you, you should have just asked nicely.”
 
Sans shoved a bone through their thigh without thinking.
 
She fell on the ground, clutching the bone that had pierced her body. She
didn’t try to pull it out, so she must have some knowledge on how to keep the
bleeding to a minimum. He felt bad, as if Frisk ever came through, she would
feel that pain. But right now it was this freak, so he didn’t feel too guilty
about it. She looked up at him, panting through the locks of brown hair that
were covering her eyes.
 
“You know what, Sansy.” She huffed. “I think I get where you’re coming from. I
bet I’d get a nice rush of power and superiority too if I held my knife to
Frisk’s throat and made her pull of that sweater for me.”
 
Sans pierced her other thigh. He wasn’t going to give the kid the satisfaction
of hearing him lose it. Even so, she didn’t shut up.
 
Her hands were sitting in the blood stained snow. “I would really like if she
just sat on my face and---”
 
Sans couldn’t help it and pierced her heart.
 
Back in the blank space. Sans could move around pretty well, and once his
senses registered, he looked at Frisk, who was clutching her face and
screaming.Chara had run over to her and---
 
And---
 
“Frisk! Stop it! You need to calm down!”
 
“I can’t see!” She screamed.
 
Chara grabbed her hand. “Just stop yelling and let me look!” They pulled down
Frisk’s hands and both them and Sans looked at how the red blood bleeding from
Frisk’s eyes contrasted against she skin. Sans started to move towards her. He
needed to help her.
 
But he froze as he watched Chara wrap their arms around Friskand hug them.“Just
relax. It goes away. It’s normal.” The kid was practically clutching to Chara
for dear life. Sans felt so much….he didn’t know what he felt. But she tried to
rationalize it. Frisk didn’t know he was there. If she did, she would have
called out for Sans. She was just calling for Chara because they were broken,
they needed someone, and that’s all that they thought they had.
 
And Sans just kept telling himself that Chara was only doing this to get it
him. That they were only rocking Frisk back and forth and shushing them to dig
at his bones. But what really hurtwas that this murderer was calming her down.
 
“Shh Frisky. It’s okay. I’ve got you.”
 
And Sans didn’t know why, but he could feel himself leaving their space, even
though he needed to stay and look out for Frisk but---
 
Something was pushing him out.
 
Then there was nothing.
Chapter End Notes
     I really wanted to give Frisk and Chara some more dimension as
     characters in this story, so Sans is going to go into nowhere land in
     between the reset for at least this time.
***** Sclera *****
Chapter Notes
     This may be a little confusing because a lot of things are happening
     that are more so theory based for the game. So just bare with it and
     I'll explain what's going on in the end notes.
     Sclera - white of the eyeball
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Determination is housed in the human soul, which is much stranger than that of
monsters. The determination of humans has attempted to be manifested within
monsters, but to no avail. There has been little to no information on the
existence of a human without a soul or a soul completely void of determination.
 
Chara looked at Frisk’s face. Her eyes were covered in blood, and the red
liquid was leaking out of the sides onto her cheeks, sweater, and pants. They
were somewhat familiar with the process of the transformation and destruction
of the soul after death, solely because they had gone through it, but seeing it
in a living being was fascinating.They had never witnessed the transformation
of a human into a demon, but had only experienced it themselves. Even so, they
barely remembered it.
 
The amount of blood that was lost from Frisk was astounding, and if she had
been in a physical body at the time, and not in the blank space, they would be
long dead. What Chara did not quite understand was how unresponsive she was to
it. Once Frisk had calmed down, she just sat, breathing very evenly, not
reacting to any touch or sound that Chara made towards them. Perhaps the
process was different. Chara knew their hatred for humanity was emphasized into
evil towards both humans and monsters. So, if Frisk did become like them, they
really wouldn’t be able to hate heranymore.
 
They looked back down at Frisk, whose bleeding had now slowed down, meaning
that perhaps it was close to being done? Suddenly Chara realized how exciting
this was! A new demon.The two of them could be unstoppable. They could end the
world over and over and over again.Continuously listening to the screams of
others and watching the world to turn black. Again and again and again and
again and again.
 
Frisk groaned, finally lifting her head up. The blood was still on their face,
but her eyes were clearing. Chara looked over them excitedly and grinned evilly
when they looked at her.
 
Her eye sockets were completely white.
 
Chara grabbed her and licked up her neck. White.It fit her nicely.“Frisky,”They
purred out. “How you feeling?”
 
“Fine. I’m going to go back now.” She got up and easily began walking over to
the RESETand CONTINUEbuttons. Chara ran after her and grabbed her hand. “You
should rest. You need to rest, let the changes set it.”
 
Frisk turned to them with their nonexistent eyes. “I want to go back.” That
sounded like determination.They couldn’t quite pin on where it was coming from
or what the determination was for. Perhaps it wasn’t complete yet? Chara did
not feel up to fighting and sighed. They grabbed Frisk’s face and slapped it
lightly with their knife free hand.
 
“Be good my child.”
 
Frisk could feel the couch underneath her. She was at San’s house, kicking her
feet on the couch. There was no more blood on her, and she waited for Sans to
come down.
 
Meanwhile, the older of the skeleton brothers ran down the stairs again to see
if this was a Frisk or Chara timeline again. Frisk could hear him coming down
an rotated her head to be facing him. Sans knew Frisk’s eyes, and they knew the
red murderous ones. But the ones looking at him now had nothing.
 
“what the hell are you?” He asked and tightened his magic around the kid. She
didn’t respond. It was like he wasn’t even doing anything to her. 
 
“Hi Sans.” Frisk said casually. Sans nearly collapsed into a pile of bones
because that was his kidsvoice but it also wasn’t his kid.He alrady had to deal
with the resets and the unpredictability of the timelines, but having to deal
with something else besides those and the bad voice in her head was going to
set him over the edge.
 
He really didn’t know what to do so he threw her against a wall in the kitchen.
Maybe if her killed her she would come back normal.
 
Because that was working out fantastically as a plan.
 
Frisk didn’t make a sound when he threw her, which not only shocked Sans, but
disappointed him. He wanted his Friskback, and he didn’t think that this was
her,but he also loved listening to her in pain because he was such a fucking
sadist.The lack of a cry from him didn’t throw him completely off, but watching
her get back up did.
 
She unknowingly placed her left hand on the stove top that was still hot from
Papyrs making dinner not too long before. He may have even left it on, but Sans
wasn’t paying attention to whether the on button was on or off. He was
distracted by the frying sound of fleshfrom the kid’s hand and the small of
smoldering skin that reached the opening in his skull that functioned as a
nose. He didn’t know what to do when the kid didn’t react to it. She continued
to hold her hand there. Sans just stared at her, because maybe she was just so
much of a masochist that it would pair well with his sadism.
 
Finally, Frisk lifted her hand from the stove. She looked down at the third
degree burn on her hand, the bubbling flesh that was still popping as she
looked at it, the exposed muscle, and the visible tendons. Sans thought he was
going to throw up when she used her other hand to pull off some of the dead
skin from her palm like it was an old Band-Aid.
 
“Frisk?” Sans asked tentatively, still trying to understand what the fuckwas
going on. She looked up at him with her giant white orbs. “is it you?”
 
She nodded. She inspected her annihilated hand and then spoke to Sans, almost
like she was trying to understand what was happening herself. “What is it like
to kill someone?” Sans just couldn’t bring himself to explain it to the kid,
which he still wasn’t entirely sure of at being his Frisk. She waited for his
response, but when it never came, she continued. “I think I’d like to try it.”
 
Chara nearly screamed of happiness inside of her.
 
The only thing that was going through Sans at this point was that his was some
version of the not Frisk.He summoned a bone and threw it at her skull while she
was still lost in thought.
 
As it flew towards her, Frisk seemed to inhumanly side step out of the way, but
allowed the bone to go through her sizzled hand.
 
Again, she had no response to it. She turned the corners of her mouth down and
retorted to Sans in a very disappointed tone. “That was very rude.”She then
placed her hand back on the hot stove and rotated it so that the heat
cauterized the wound but also melted her skin to the bone itself. Sans stepped
back because whatever this thing was
 
It was a fucking monster.
 
Sans could hear Papyrus coming down the stairs, and the kid must have heard it
too, because she began to walk casually towards the door to leave the house.
Sans started to throw a bone and teleported himself to the top of the stairs to
tell Papyrus to go back in his room and that he would finish his bedtime story
in a minute. Sans heard a thump, that was eerily similar to the sound of bone
hitting bone.
 
As he was talking to Papyrus, the kid had blocked the Sans’ second attack by
using the bone that was now infused with her arm, almost like a built in sword
or shield. Frisk then walked out of the house, wanting to explore her feelings,
or lack thereof, in the world that was outside of Sans’ house. All Sans could
do was tell himself that he had made a new and very dangerous type of monster.
One that could not feel pain, and maybe could feel nothing at all.
 
Meanwhile, Chara moaned in the blank space and from within Frisk’s head.
 
Fuck, Frisky. That was hot.
Chapter End Notes
     I essentially am making Chara a demon in this story who became so
     from their grand amounts of hatred towards everyone. Frisk, without
     determination, is beginning that same transformation to a demonic
     creature, but is not fully a demon yet. The reason Frisk's eyes are
     white is to represent her still having so much innocence and to show
     that her soul is essentially disappearing (eyes are the windows to
     the soul, Frisk's eyes don't show anything, Frisk is losing her
     soul). Her not feeling any physical pain is a manifestation of Frisk
     pushing away her own feelings from Sans actions, so she is a physical
     zombie at this moment because she can't feel pain and doesn't react
     to it. Chara is basically having an orgasm because Frisk is doing
     some crazy shit, Sans is freaking the fuck out because he has no idea
     what is going on, and Frisk wants to explore her new inability to
     feel, and to see how far it will stretch. Hopefully this will make
     more sense plot wise as the story progresses. This is essentially the
     payback for all that Sans has done. Frisk is officially broken, and
     the fact that this is Frisk and not Chara is what will make this even
     worse for him.
***** It's Never Easy *****
Chapter Notes
     Little bits and pieces of plot.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Frisk was walking through Snowdin, not bothering to keep her solid white eyes
on the ground. She would not feel anything if people gave her a strange look
anyways. Perhaps she was strange, but even so, it did not seem to bother her at
all.
 
This lack of feeling was so strange to Frisk. She had felt so worthless for
most of her life. She had felt like someone was stacking weights on her
shoulders and then expected her to be able to walk on water. When she first
fell into the Underground, she had been so afraid. When she met Sans, she felt
love and affection swell into her being. She could remember feeling her heart
pound against her ribcage and she was convinced that it was trying to get
closer to Sans. She could easily recall the anger and the sadness and
everything that came with that attraction to the older skeleton brother, but
she couldn’t feelit anymore. It was like she was hollow inside.
 
 It was…nice.
 
It was easy.
 
She continued walking towards Waterfall. She moved by Sans’ sentry post, not
stopping to look twice at it. She moved through the tall reeds and listened to
the water coming down around her. She could hear Chara singing happily in her
head. There was no typical frustration that she normally felt when she heard
Chara doing anything. She looked around the space, eventually finding an old
tutu and ballerina shoes. She put them on, just because she could. She made it
a point to drop the stick that was in her backpack, as she now had a bone
attached to her packed with magic. She walked peacefully until her path was
blocked by a large, armored figure.
 
The figure eyed her and was about to begin speaking, but before it could, Sans
appeared in front of Frisk. He grabbed her and teleported her to a space in
Hotland, where there was no one around.
 
The only reason Sans had been able to find the kid in the first place when she
first came to the Underground was because of the sick and twisted connection
that their souls had. When she had run off, Sans was worried, but not yet
panicking, because he would quickly be able to teleport to her.
 
However, when he tried to do so, he didn’t move. He focused his magic more, and
then realized that that was not the problem.
 
He couldn’t find her.
 
Their souls were no longer linked.
 
Then, Sans panicked. He began teleporting to many random places as he could. In
a short amount of time, he had essentially ruled out Snowdin and moved onto
Waterfall. When he started teleporting furiously there, he eventually saw her.
He then appeared right in front of her and grabbed her, bring her with him to
Hotland. He had no idea that she would have met his brother’s best friend right
then.
 
Regardless, both were now in Hotland. The kid pouted, and Sans tried talking to
her. “look, kiddo, i don’t know what’s going on, but how about we go to my lab
at the house and try to figure out what’s going on. sound like a plan,
sweetheart?” She shook her head.
 
Sans didn’t know why he had hoped that this would be easy for him. It never
was.
 
Sans went to pull Frisk’s soul into battle. If he could weaken her enough, he
could just teleport her back to the house and somehow fix this and everything
would be okay again. He pulled, but nothing happened. They were still just
standing there. He tried again, still nothing. He looked at the kid carefully,
and saw it.
 
Her soul was there, but it was so much smaller than normal that he couldn’t
even see it. It wasn’t as red as usual either. It was faded, almost like a
mist. He was trying to put the pieces together while figuring out how to keep
her from running away and---
 
Oh god.
 
Her soul was dying.
 
That was the only explanation to what was going on. It must be from the
destroyed determination and the damage between them. It would explain the lack
of feeling and just the complete absence of Frisk-ness.He had the knowledge to
come up with some type of solution to get her back to her normal self. He just
hadto get her back, not even for him, but for his brother and for Frisk.
 
If Paps ever saw her like this it would kill him.
 
If Frisk ever saw Paps there would be nothing stopping her from killing him.
 
Or anyone.
 
She would become just like Chara.
 
Sans sighed. “kiddo, you know me. i can fix you. we’ll get you back to normal
and we can have something real, okay? something right.just let me fix you. just
let me--”
 
“She doesn’t need to be fixed.” Sans looked up and there were red eyesstaring
back at him.
 
They looked fucking murderous.
 
“Just let me blah blah blah! That’s all you fucking say! ‘Just let me, just let
me’ and it is so damn irritating. Let someone else do something. Watching you
cry over having control is so fuckingpathetic! You are the psycho.You have to
have control over everything around you. You control that brother of yours by
simply being older, and everyone else around you by being the big bad wolf! You
don’t have control over the timelines, me, and now you don’t have control over
her!This has nothing to do with love and you know it!You have control and
that’s all that fucking matters to you! You can’t even see it!” Chara started
screaming. “Even Ilet her go off and explore. I’ve never raped anyone so I
could take their soul for a while! How are you any worse than me, Sans? Please
explain to me how I am scum and you are somehow on a pedestal, because I would
love to fucking know!”
 
The red pupils rolled back into the kid’s skull, and she went back to being the
whatever this version of Friskwas. She didn’t move or exhibit any type of
reaction.
 
“That was uncalled for, Chara, but whatever.”
 
God this was a fucking nightmare.
 
The kid went to take a step. They got the first one towards Sans right, but
then fell on the second. Her eyelids fell too, and the kid was out cold.
 
Heh. Chara taking control in the middle of a timeline must be a lot on both of
them.
 
Sans looked at the kid and cradled them in his arms. At least like this, she
was the kid he knew and loved. He teleported to his room and set the kid on the
bed. He conjured up some magic in order to ensure that no one but himself could
get in or out of the room. Once finished, he grabbed his cellphone.
 
“hey, Alphus. i’m going to need to steal some determination.”
Chapter End Notes
     Hey, Bonehead! Let's try to fix some of this nonsense!
***** Release... *****
Sans realized what a terrible idea this was. The kid’s body was being battled
for by two different consciousnesses, and neither one was that of his Frisk. He
didn’t know when the kid would wake up, or which one of them would be in
control when she did. Now all Sans could do was ensure that the kid didn’t get
out of the room and start causing havoc while he waited for Alphys to bring
some of the determination they had isolated from the humans. He hoped that if
he injected Frisk with enough of it, he could kick start her soul and go back
to being Frisk.
 
But the problem really was that now he was alone with the kid, and it was
terrible but he couldn’t help his mind going to some very dark places. After
all, she was unconscious.He could just make her clothes disappear and touch
herjust a little bit.Just enough so that after he could get his Frisk back and
have some time to get things right between them and maybe get her to
reciprocate willingly to him and---
 
He focused his magic and made the room soundproof, and doubled the enchantment
lock on his door. He looked at Frisk on the bed, her chest lightly rising and
falling with the rhythm of her breath. She wouldn’t fight him and he could take
his time and really enjoy touching her.
 
He was already so far deep in his own sin that another ton of it didn’t seem
like much anymore.
 
Sans positioned himself between Frisk’s legs and pushed her knees apart. He
lowered his body on hers so he could press himself against her and feel her
chest pushing against his ribcage.
 
She was growing really well.
 
He inhaled deeply and let his tongue lick her ear and moved down to her neck
where he bit, nibbled, and kissed. He wanted so badly to cover it in hickey’s
so everyone would know that she belonged to someone, and maybe one day he could
say that that someone was him.He couldn’t leave anything on her though because
if he did she would wake up and would knowthat he wasn’t really even trying to
get better and it would just get worse. He resigned himself to keeping the
force he used on her neck lite as his hands moved up to cup her chest. She was
getting much bigger here, which was expected since she was in the middle of
puberty.
 
Maybe they would get even bigger.
 
He played with them as he kept suckling on her neck. He imagined how she would
sound when she just let him touch her and when she would truly and honestly
like it. He thought about how her moans would sound and the way she would call
out his name and beg him to push himself inside her. The idea alone pushed his
magic towards his pelvis forming his cock and he starting grinding it against
her.
 
Then his hands when under her shirt and he felt her through her bra. His mind
was going in too many different directions, but he wanted to enjoy this.There
were so many new things that he could do that they hadn’t before and he didn’t
know which he wanted first.
 
He started with her chest. He pulled off her shirt and bra and watched at how
her breasts were big enough to bounce just a bit. He grabbed them with both
hands and played. He kneaded them, pinched and pulled on her nipples until they
perked towards him. Then he flicked them with his blue tongue and he really
wished Frisk was awake so that she could moan and tell him how good he made her
feel.He wrapped his arms around her torso and took one of the buds into his
mouth as he sucked on her left one, all while pushing harder on her cunt. He
then grabbed both with his hands again and pushed them together and licked the
cleavage that they made on her.
 
He then got up and straddled her torso. He had licked her there enough and
there was probably enough precum on his dick to keep her tits lubricated for
the time being.
 
Sans pulled his pants down to expose his cock and situated it between Frisk’s
chest. He then took one of the mounds in each of his hands and pushed them
together on his cock. He wished they were a little bigger, but he knew she
could grow more and thinking about that reminded him how young she was and he
was destroying her he would be the death of her.
 
But that didn’t stop him from titty fucking the kid.
 
He pushed on her and tightened her tits around his cock. He thrusted more and
pinched her nipples as he went. His tongue was practically hanging out of his
mouth as he panted because this was one hell of a fucking view.If she let him
do this to her while she was awake he could get her to look up at him with
those big innocent eyes that turned him on so much.Maybe he could even get her
to stick her tongue out just a little bitso that each time he thrusted the head
of his dick would press against it.
 
That would be a good way to introduce her to having his dick in her mouth.
 
He looked down at the kid for a split second and immediatelyhad to look away
because he was still doing this stupid shit while it was biting him in the ass
but she felt too good.
 
He couldn’t ever let someone else touch her.
 
It just wouldn’t be possible.
 
So Sans closed his eyes and imagined the kid being conscious and willing
underneath him, begging for him to stuff his cock in her little cunt, which
Sans would happily obliged to.He was glad that he had sound proofed the room
because there was no way he was going to be able to keep himself quiet for much
longer with the way that she feltand the things he was thinking.
 
“fuck, kid. fuck, fuck.”He hissed between his teeth. He was so close. “holy
shit! Frisk!”Sans yelled as he thrusted one final time before cumming all over
the Frisk’s face and he really fucking hated himself because
 
He knew it was so wrong, but she still looked so good and he wanted to see her
tongue dart out of her mouth to clean up the mess that he made on her.
 
He quickly used his magic to make his…remnanton Frisk disappear. He pulled off
of her and pulled his shorts back up when he got a text from Alphys.
 
Here and I brought the stuff. –Alphys
 
Sans walked down the stairs, opened the door, and took the determination
without making much talk with her. He went back into his room and continued his
thought process of fixing Frisk as though nothing had happened.
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