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Fifty years ago, the hunted's grandfather stole something from a witches coven. It has been passed down from generation to generation. This ancient artefact was of great worth and great power. In the form of a grimoire, it is said that the book holds the power to day and night. Whatever that means remains to be found out. The Hunted has little idea what it means and has come to Summerset with their sibling to hide the artefact... and themselves. Although where ever they go, it won't be long until the coven's agents follow, desperate to retrieve the lost artefact.
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I Need to Know
Contrary to popular belief,
Angels are just skeletons
We have no skin
We have no meat
We have no heart
That pumps blood and bleeds.
We are crystal bones
And bright souls
And pearly white teeth
That you see
Your eternal sleep.
And those emotions
That the living feel.
Did you know
That they are
Buried in the soul?
And that you need
A beating heart
For them to grow?
I want to know...
I need to know
I need to know
What a heart beat feels like
I need to know
What living feels like
I need to know
What feelings feel like
I drive off
The edge of the heavens
And become something more
I become human
Wings burning away into ashes
Halo exploding, sparks flying
Body being stitched into being
And I learn that
And after breathing air
Through arteries, veins
And feeling emotions
That run wild after blooming
I learned that
Living hurts too
The Trial: Part 3
Once more he sat facing the human, waiting for them to begin. Sans knew he’d already crossed the line. He’d crossed so many lines. There was nothing he could do now that would make everyone look at him the same way ever again. It was exactly what he’d been afraid of. Maybe if he could think of even one pun it might ease the tension a bit, but his mind was whirling with everything but puns.
But it was his duty. The role of Judge wasn’t something you could do halfway. And besides, if he didn’t bring out the whole story, then it would be harder to for everyone to see what a tangled mess all of this was. They needed to know, to hear everything, in order to accept his judgement. That was the point of all this. Was it worth it though? If he couldn’t meet Papyrus’ eyes?
“The voice came first. Before Frisk met Flowey. Chara’s body had been buried in the exact place they’d fallen into the Underground, where all those children fell. But this time, Frisk’s determination was so strong that it not only wrenched Flowey’s powers away from him, but woke Chara from death.” The Human spoke quietly, but it was so quiet a pin dropping could have been heard.
“As Frisk journeyed they offered their help. Giving information about the Monsters and world along the way, offering encouragement upon death, and being a silent and invisible companion. Not like a ghost monster, but more like a lingering will, a consciousness or a fragment of a soul, persisting despite time and death. When Frisk was determined to be kind, Chara was pleased. But when Frisk eventually began to lose their mind and kill, Chara was horrified.”
The Monsters too were horrified. Papyrus looked incredibly sad and tears were beginning to form in Toriel’s eyes.
“It didn’t happen all at once. There were runs in between with accidental kills, or where Frisk only killed the ones who got in their way, or who couldn’t be easily spared without effort. As time went on they killed more and more until it became genocide. Hate. Pain. They killed and killed and killed, desperate to alleviate boredom, to keep from thinking about the world they might have to go back to. The Determination to stay in this world was strong. But Chara didn’t know that, they could only see what Frisk did, not what they felt. And so they watched.”
It must have been a heavy burden to bear. To watch as everyone you knew and loved was murdered before your eyes. Killed without mercy. When all you had ever wanted to do was help them, you were trapped in a nightmare where they were all suffering and you could do nothing.
The human still showed no emotion as they continued the brutal tale. “With each kill, the violence and hate grew, and Chara was determined to do something, to stop it all. So they fed off of those traits, drawing power from Frisk. But only when even Sans had been done away with, did they have enough power for it. Refusing to let Frisk kill their brother, they chose to do it themselves. At least he could die by their own hand. And then it was enough. They could become visible, real, if only for a moment.” Pausing, the human looked around at all the monsters, meeting the eyes of those who had known Chara.
“They offered a choice. The level of violence and all that hate was strong. It twisted them despite their resistance. If power was the only goal, then they could kill for it and destroy everything for its sake. But when Frisk refused, the shock was enough to bring them to their senses, and they struck Frisk down and destroyed the world with the power they had. It wasn’t enough. The Determination was too strong for Frisk to truly die without wanting to. So Chara struck a bargain. Offer up their soul, risk becoming an empty shell with a fading consciousness or they wouldn’t be allowed to reset the world properly. Chara took that soul and poured the hate and violence into it, all of the negative emotions and despair. And it was taken, by what Chara called a Demon.”
Sans sat up, this was the first time he’d heard this part of the tale and it chilled him. “What do you mean a demon? Explain.”
“It is the Demon that comes when its name is called. It doesn’t matter where, it doesn’t matter when. Time after time it will appear and help you eradicate your enemies and become strong. Every time a number increases: Hit Points, attack, defense, gold, execution points, level of violence... that’s them. When people are motivated by Greed, hatred, fear, apathy, rage, and so many other things they fall into its trap, they call its name without knowing it, and it comes and feeds off of the destruction and violence they create. When Chara bribed it into leaving, it took the soul and vanished. Leaving two spirits and one body and no soul between them. But there was one thing left. The demon couldn’t consume Determination, its not a negative trait even if it can be used that way. So it remained. That was the beginning of my birth.”
For the first time, an expression of emotion had appeared on the human’s face, something like... a fondness? The warmth of remembering something from long ago? Sans considered them for a moment. He’d been skeptical at first of their claims of being neither Chara nor Frisk. But the more they’d insisted on it, and the more he’d heard others like Flowey insist that it wasn’t the human at all anymore, the more he believed them. This wasn’t what he’d expected to hear. Demons, determination. This was the problem of messing with souls and soul magic. It caused this sort of nonsense.
“It was slow,” the human was still speaking. They’d spoken more today than any other time Sans could recall. More than anyone else had today. “I grew stronger as Chara and Frisk struggled for control, to remain. But eventually without all the hatred and violence that had been in the soul, they both calmed down and came to their senses. Frisk was disturbed at what they’d grown into and was all for releasing the Monsters right then and there. But there were problems with that, ones you are already aware of. Time had begun speeding by at unimaginable rates. The outside was no longer livable by that time, at least as far as they could tell. So they decided to lock everyone into the time loop, resetting endlessly. By that time you,” and they looked pointedly at Sans. “Had just barely begun to recall previous resets. You had some memories from the oldest ones, from the pacifist routes. But they were fragments. And it took a long time before you truly began to remember each time, hundreds or even thousands of resets before your memory was consistent.”
Sans found himself nodding in agreement. It had been like waking up from a long dream. Bits and pieces of waking floated around, taunting you until you caught them and added them to the puzzle. When you had enough you realized that you were already awake and that things were going on around you.
“By then, Chara and Frisk had begun to fade away. Human minds were not meant to last more than a hundred years or so, not at all like Monsters. And without a soul to tether them to this world, they slowly went silent. One day they were just gone. No more. And I was left. Determination. I was the Determination focused on their last wish, to preserve the Underground and its inhabitants by any means. They’d gone with endless genocide routes to keep you from discovering what was happening with Time outside the barrier, but I eventually decided that not knowing was hurting you more. The rest you know...”
Finally they fell silent. No one made a sound. Deep in thought, Sans considered what to do now. He couldn’t punish this person, they weren’t even the true culprit, and it was useless to punish a person who was more or less dead so neither Chara or Frisk would be any help. And anyway, he’d made very clear that the human couldn’t totally be blamed for the mess they were in.
He stood, his robes flowing around him. While he’d been thinking, the human had returned to their seat. They would have to call it something different now, because a being of living Determination wasn’t really human, and they deserved a name that wasn’t the memory of someone long gone like Chara or Frisk.
With a decisive gesture he motioned for the pedestal to once again descend into the floor and the slab of stone to slide over top of it again. “I have reached a decision,” he announced.
A sharp intake of breath greeted these words. Despite everyone’s desire for this whole event to take place, many of them were wishing they’d never wanted it now that they’d heard everything. Wishing that they’d not been so hasty. But it was far too late.
“It seems to me that this person cannot be blamed. For they are no longer Frisk or Chara, but someone new. And Frisk the Human is not totally at blame for what took place either. We could point at other humans in their lives, we could look to this Demon that comes when you call it. Some might blame Chara for becoming violent, but they didn’t become that way until they were pushed to the breaking point, and still managed to overcome it to stop things. The truth is... we’re all at fault. You, me, everyone. Together we made the world a place where this kind of horror was... inevitable.” he sighed.
There was no easy fix. Nothing would be easy. But at the forefront of his mind were all the things Papyrus had believed and told him about. About changing oneself and offering chances.
But would they accept it? “Like my Grandpa Semi before me, I am called to be Judge. I play arbiter and executioner as necessary. Even deciding the fate of Kings if called upon to do so. But... I cannot force the world to change if it refuses. So here is my command. Learn to be better. All of you,” he glanced briefly at Flowey, who looked away. “Choose again and again to be a better person than you were. Offer kindness and where you can...understanding. Our world is small, and our prison is more final than ever before. But it doesn’t have to be that way. We can make it a better place, a better world. We can be free if we make our freedom ourselves, even if the bars are still here. We’re alive, which is a miracle considering everything. So let’s put that to use. I know some of it has already started with the new school and the media stuff I’ve seen everywhere. But there’s always more we can do.”
He drew himself up to his full height. “That is my judgement. All are guilty, and all must throw everything they are into this new world we’re making. To ensure that its a better place than where we were before. To be certain we don’t lose hope. There’s no putting all the responsibilities on the shoulders of royals or heroes alone, we each have to do our part.”
The two hooded and cloaked figures, both the large one with dark fur and the smaller jester-like one with a wicked smile and a lashing tail, came forward and stood on either side of him. As one they spoke the final ritual words of any trial.
“Let the Angel’s will be done!”
And then Sans simply vanished. One moment he stood there and the next he was gone. The other two began shepherding the shell shocked Monsters from the room, quietly advising them to return home and contemplate the Judge’s decision.
Papyrus ran as fast as he could, hoping that Sans would have just gone back to their house in Snowdin. The River Person gave him a ride, for the first time saying nothing at all. He’d apparently watched the trial from a television screen set up for Monsters in the Capital, and he’d been able to watch without leaving his boat.
When he arrived, the telltale signs that Sans was home were present. But Sans himself was absent. Knocking on the door of his brother’s bedroom, Papyrus called out to him. “SANS? SANS? I’M SORRY. I DIDN’T KNOW.”
But though he could hear someone moving around on the other side, nobody answered. “SANS I WANT TO HELP YOU. IN YOUR DECISION YOU JUST SAID THAT WE SHOULD ALL DO OUR PART. WELL MY PART IS APOLOGIZING. I HAD NO IDEA YOU WERE THE JUDGE AND CLEARLY GETTING UP THERE WAS UNCOMFORTABLE FOR YOU. AND I’M SORRY...”
The door opened. Still in his dark robes, but with the hood down now, Sans looked up at him with tired eyes. “I know. S’okay, bro. I just hope it does everybody some good. If it does, I don’t mind.”
Papyrus hugged him and Sans let himself be hugged. It was going to be a bit before everything was really okay again. But now they at least had a chance at it.
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