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jaywaslost · 4 months

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"What do you want?"

Sypnosis:

"You went through all that to save me y'know, help me out, stabilize my soul and everything?"

Killer was undoubtedly grateful for the events that occurred leading up to his freedom, thanks to Colour he had a life he could try living on his own. The other put his everything on the line for his sake when he didn’t really have to.

"So there must be a reason right?"

Oh.

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"....Sooo what is it that you want from me?"

Up until a few seconds ago, Colour his attention focused on the television in front of him. A show was playing, of course, recommended to him by Delta for so called “exciting plot twists” or whatever he said (not like Colour was all that focused at the time, busy trying not to trip on his shoelaces that he was too stubborn to stop and tie.). Unsurprisingly he wasn’t alone, Killer was huddled up to him in a blanket, previously drinking a cup of what seemed to be hot chocolate that was now abandoned when he asked that question.

It hung in the air, an unexpected disturbance to their comfortable peace. Colour’s expression morphed to one of confusion as his flame turned a light blue shade, flickering calmly in the air.

"I'm sorry??"

Colour raised an eyebrow, turning himself to face the other. He wondered if this was another one of Killer’s jokes. He had a strange sense of humor at times which often left others questioning things, often including but not limited to their sanity.

"Nah don't be, what do you want me to do?? For you I mean" the man glanced up at him, eyes empty as that void, with an expression almost blank as ever meeting his own. The way he spoke made it sound like this was something to be expected, completely normal. The colourful man was wondering if he had missed a punchline of sorts, or if this was just another thing he forgot people did while in the void.

"I..don't get it" Colour admitted, shifting almost uncomfortably as he waited for any sort of explanation. His confusion was only deepened as Killer went silent.

Killer frowned at the response, shifting in his blanket to sit up and grab the remote, pausing the show. The characters were in the middle of some sort of banquet, it seemed? Nothing that mattered at the moment, so whatever.

“Well..” He dragged, trying to piece together some words that would explain what he was on about. Killer was never the best at explaining, never usually needing to do so as he just took commands rather than gave them. He never bothered explaining much about himself either, seeing it pointless if people were not planning on taking anything he said seriously anyway.

With a sigh, he tried to force out a coherent sentence to explain his train of thought.

"You went through all that to save me y'know, help me out, stabilize my soul and everything?"

He was undoubtedly grateful for the events that occurred leading up to his freedom, thanks to Colour he had a life he could try living on his own. The other put his everything on the line for his sake when he didn’t really have to.

To Killer, he was his saving grace. He freed him from Nightmare, the shackles keeping him bound to the man and his old life previously feeling unbreakable suddenly felt like they never existed. It took a long time, a lot of risk and effort but in the end their planning worked and Killer never felt more seen.

To him, Colour was the reason he is still living.

That was an opinion they often disagreed on quite often, the man made it clear he saw himself as nothing of the sort. To himself, Colour was nothing more than an ordinary person who actually did something anyone else could have done or at least should have attempted. It was no act of heroism, simply what he called minimum decency.

"I'm following" he nodded in hopes to encourage Killer to continue.

"So there must be a reason right?"

Ah.

Colour paused once more, slowly nodding his head before looking back at the one engulfed in the blanket (speaking of which they needed to get a new one, a bright yellow did not fit the theme). He didn’t miss the way Killer sounded a little more hollow, like he was waiting to be let down.

"...There is one yes" He confirmed.

-neither did he miss the way Killer’s gaze strayed from him, a new cold feeling taking over.

The taller one continued,

"And so I'm asking what you want me to do for you, kill somebody? Myself? Serve you? Do your dirty work? Get somebo-"

Eyes widening in shock, Colour cut him off almost immediately.

"No! What are you on about?"

Slightly startled, Killer stopped talking for a few minutes to regain his composure. It seemed like he was too straight forward, or perhaps Colour didn’t get it just yet? Maybe he needed more of an explanation as to what he meant?

"Why else would you do that for me?" Killer joked, suddenly finding this entire situation funny. If he had a knife on him at the moment, he’d have started playing around with it (a habit he developed once under some sort of stress even if he was unaware, Colour noticed) but fortunately none were around.

Having completely forgotten what they were up to earlier, Colour only cupped his face and turned it back towards himself while looking slightly….agitated? Huh, his flame was slightly less calm too. A wrong word could very possibly turn that into a burning inferno, definitely not something Killer saw outside of battle but it was mesmerizing in his memory.

Colour shook his head as it diminished once more. He didn’t let Killer’s face go, instead running his finger against the other’s jawline.

"Because I want to see you happy?" He answered.

Killer blinked awkwardly, the response taking him off guard. It would be a lie to say someone ever told him anything like that before, let alone so openly. Colour didn’t let him go as he processed those words, phrasing what he would say next to convince the other.

"..huh?"

Killer smiled, but it wasn’t a happy one. It looked slightly forced, a way of showing he was unsure what to say next. Seeing his inability to respond, Colour continued his sentence.

“Your happiness matters more than you realize. You’ve gone through more than anyone should have to bear, and it’s taken its toll on you.” He expressed, keeping the other’s gaze locked onto his own. Although his voice held sympathy, it had no pity. That was something Killer would be sure to remember, he was grateful for that.

“I don’t expect you to do anything for me, I don’t WANT you to do anything for me Killer. Do you understand that?” Though meant to be reassuring him, a timely reminder of how differently Colour’s priorities were placed, the man sounded more empathetic than angry or upset at him.

The words held a gentle insistence, a request for Killer to let his walls down just this once.

Killer felt..strange.

He didn’t understand. What was he missing? What did Colour see that he didn’t? Usually he’d laugh in the face of whoever tried speaking to him like that. Hell, he temporarily blinded Swap when he tried to reach out to him. M̶a̶y̶b̶e̶ h̶e̶ s̶h̶o̶u̶l̶d̶ g̶o̶ c̶h̶e̶c̶k̶ o̶n̶ h̶i̶m̶..

He felt strange, part of him wanted to just leave and never come back, run to the corners of the multiverse where no one would find him. A place Colour couldn’t see through him and point out his problems. Likely stage 3 and 4 mixing, neither of them were with the idea of letting him interfere at all..

Another part of him wanted nothing more than to cry in the other’s embrace, to finally let himself let out what has been choking him for years. His chest felt tight, the room suffocating. Stage 1’s emotions getting out of control t̶h̶e̶r̶e̶'s̶ n̶o̶ r̶e̶a̶s̶o̶n̶ h̶e̶ s̶h̶o̶u̶l̶d̶ b̶e̶ f̶e̶e̶l̶i̶n̶g̶ l̶i̶k̶e̶ t̶h̶i̶s̶ i̶t̶ h̶a̶d̶ t̶o̶ b̶e̶ s̶t̶a̶g̶e̶ 1̶.

This was nothing like he had expected, maybe he thought Colour would ask him to at the very least……….anything! He could’ve asked him to do anything and yet instead he’s rejecting the idea of even having that choice at all.

He felt sick.

Killer didn’t deserve this.

He knew he didn’t deserve this.

Why should he get to cry openly? Why should he be the one to get comfort for it after all he's done?

Everything he got into was due to his own decisions. A conundrum of his own making, these are merely consequences to stupidity and self pity.

His expression shifted back to the smile from before, only less…

It was eerie, carrying a certain hollowness that almost made Colour’s spine shiver.

The expression felt like a mere imitation of what a person may do, far too empty to be an actual living being. His eyes were untouched by it, carrying a completely different feel to them. Cold and distant.

“Why?”

The only word that left his mouth after 10 minutes of pure silence. It was unsettling, carrying a weight heavier than one should be capable of. It was like he was fighting an inner battle with himself, the absence of words feeling alien all-together instead of something intentional from him.

Colour’s hands changed their position, pushing Killer to lay down against him instead. It was painful seeing him this way, but he had no right to be the one to grieve at that time, Killer was their focus and he will stay that focus.

“How about I ask you a few more questions instead hm?”

Not saying another word, Killer nodded.

“Do you think I deserve happiness?”

How straight forward.

Killer shot up again before being pushed back down by the other’s hand, almost offended he asked that question at all.

“Why wouldn’t yo-”

“I think that reaction is enough of an answer, leading to my next question. Why?”

Successfully flipping Killer’s question around, he waited for an answer.

One that didn’t take long to come.

“Well there's a ton but you saved me, helped out plenty of others too ‘n stuff or whatever..” His face was now buried in the blanket, whether that was embarrassment or something else Colour would think about at a later time.

“I didn’t save you, I just helped you get away like anyone should have done. But back to the point here, some people might disagree. That’s normal, but everyone is deserving of happiness, no? Some may think you did something big to deserve it, some may not but at the end of the day it’s the same thing.”

Once again, that warranted no response.

“You are just like everyone else. Did you do things wrong? Yes, I can’t deny that and won’t. Does that make you any less deserving of it? I don’t see a reason for that.”

Killer shifted around under the blanket, still giving no sign he was planning to say anything to that.

Colour continued, in hopes of seeing a reaction.

“Everyone has regrets, you are no different. Your hands are stained with blood, but take this. What you have gone through, your life up until now, very little of it was truly in your control. Very little was really up to you, you are putting in the effort to be someone. Someone better”

Still, not a word.

“You’ve had to be strong the entire time, but now you can relax. A reward for your years of struggling with all of this, allowing yourself some happiness will not erase what you’ve been through nor will it make you weak.”

Killer moved the blanket off of his face, but he didn’t look up at the other’s face just yet.

That’s alright, progress was happening.

“You will not be weak. You don’t owe me a thing. You’re a person like everybody else, and you deserve the same chances.”

A subtle tremor passed through Killer, the last words in that sentence shook him awakening feelings he didn’t know he still had.

It was not weakness he feared. He didn’t want to be vulnerable, to be taken advantage of once again.

To have less debts was to avoid being a tool for yet another person, Killer wasn’t sure he could take being one again.

He did not feel like a person anymore.

Years of being a way of carrying things out, an errand boy with more regrets than worth.

Colour’s words.

The way he spoke.

What he said.

Killer wasn’t one to fall for lies, everything the other said he believed in entirely.

He finally had it in himself to look back up at him, by now the colour of the flame on his head having become green.

Colour wasn’t looking back at him, rather at the mug he long since abandoned.

Things were finally peaceful, he was…loved.

Deep down, he knew he didn’t deserve it.

He didn’t deserve anything Colour gave him.

He didn’t deserve this peace.

He didn’t deserve the happiness the other was bringing into his life.

..Maybe, this once, he could allow himself some of the pleasure.

He could indulge a little bit. Just this once.

The least he could do to repay the other was getting better, afterall.

Maybe this was a start.

Colour’s hand made its way to his head, stroking it once again in hopes of making him focus more on the physical feeling and what was going on around him than the turmoil in his head.

…Just this time, he let himself be.

He was okay, he will be okay.

Colour was there.

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danstupidaushit · 10 months

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Something New Danmaged (Killer sans)

So, there were 2 concepts i was making for this take right here

One i started making along with Flambeworm370, but later on had a little bit of help of Low_Tus on it, which was cool, i will explain in a little bit

And the other concept i made alone, and that i was maybe, maybe not turn it into something more elaborated, but eh, just made 2 stupid fnf song concepts for it instead of actually working on the take lmao

But anyways, the first concept is meant to be kinda of a "fixed" version of Killer sans, or at least a version that tries to be a bit more grounded and, i guess interesting? Eh just a version that is less of a dusttale sans knockoff really lmao The concept was that in this take of Something New, it follows the story of a player of Undertale deciding to try and make a modded version of the game where he would be able to play as other characters aside from Frisk, to try and see how cool it could possibly be if he, for example, did a pacifist route as playing toriel. Which would be cool right? Well, would if the first thing that the guy tried to do wasn't trying to make a genocide route while playing as Sans. Yeah, the concept would follow the story of the Player forcibly shoving his control onto Sans, and making him commit a genocide route, as the character itself, different from Frisk that is a perfect vessel, would begin to slowly break down into an absolute ruined husk as the player would continue to force Sans to murder everyone. The gameplay would show sans slowly beginning to degrade as the kills build up, with his colors growing darker and more dull, while his expression would slowly morph into one of pure insanity, with the ending of the game actually surrounding around the idea of the game forcing the control of the player out from Sans moments before he could be able to finish the genocide run, putting the player to play as Frisk once more as he would have to face the now distorted version of Sans that he created himself in the judgement hall.

That would be the idea, i tried to develop it for a long while along with Flambe before Low_Tus began to take interest on it and suggesting a few things on how i could improve the storyline and designs, until i eventually stopped working on the take as a whole.

The second concept that i made alone has points related to the old concept, but doesn't fully reuses it My second take on Something New would follow, again, a player managing to take control over Sans and forcing him to do a genocide run. But the story would actually focus on the aftermath of the event, as the plot point that would start the story would be the player using some of the functions that Sans has to go to the core and make the entire thing explode. Why? I don't know, the player was a psycho lol After the core would explode, the story would follow what happened next, as Sans would find himself in the middle of the snowdin forest, not being able to remember what happened, as he would slowly begin to venture through the now destroyed underground, slowly taking hints at what could possibly have happened as he would slowly begin to remember about a certain "target symbol" that could perhaps be the answer as to what had happened down in the underground for it to be not only empty, but completely wrecked. The journey would be simple, walk around with Sans around the empty destroyed underground, and try to find hints to slowly discover what happened while also trying to remember where exactly did Sans see that "target symbol" he keeps on remembering, and it would go like that for a while until the ending would be the big revelation. The ending would happen after Sans manages to get back to hotland, going inside the ruins of what were Alphys' lab, and managing to find a way inside the True Lab, to which inside he would be able to find a bunch of tvs and a bunch of tapes, as Sans would go to watch tape to tape and discover that they were recordings from Alphys' hidden cams from all around the underground, to which all of them would have managed to record not only Sans being taken control over an "external force", but also the moments Sans went on to murder everyone in the underground out of nowhere. This would be the ending for the story, as by the moment Sans would finish watching the last tape, he would keep on watching the blue menu screen of the VHS before slowly snapping at what he had saw, with black liquid beginning to leak out from one of his eyes as all he can yell to himself would be "IT WASN'T ME"

And that's the end of the story, it wasn't meant to have any explanation as to how did the player take control over sans, or why they decided to kill everyone, as the point of the story was to display the aftermath only, the slowly spiral into insanity that sans would go through as he's left clueless to the fact he was the one that made his entire kind go extinct, not that it was actually him but, it's not like he would be able to guess that there was someone controlling him.

A little fun fact about this version is that, during some point on the story Sans would develop constant migraines and headaches, with Sans soon discovering that the reason his head was hurting so much was because of one of his eyes, which made his head hurt so much to the point that Sans wouldn't be able to handle the pain anymore, and shove his hand inside his eye-socket, forcibly pulling his Judgement Eye out and throwing it on the floor, discovering that his Judgement eye had turned fully red. That would be the reason of why Sans is missing an eye, he pulled it out by not being able to handle the massive head-aches it was making him have.

#somethingnew

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