Sup my Licking Eye-reading butlers. Completely forgot how I did the math on his Overheal sleeping so here's the new equation, 5+ THP per 10 minutes.
Ex; 60 minutes = 30 THP, 480 = 240 THP
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* im. . . back.
Sans was zoning out, mindlessly staring at the ceiling of his room. His left hand running over his torso, searching the missing wound.
Clearing up his mind, he checked his stats.
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NAME: Sans (Nasha)
LV: 1
* 'The illegal hotdog seller'
HP: 39/1 (Temporary additions from sleep, Can't decay.)
MP/SP: 150/150
ATK: 1
DEF: 3
G: 15
Skills;
— Bone Manipulation - LV: 6
'Create, Control Bones.'
— Blue Magic - LV: 4
'Changes gravity, Telekinetic property'
— Teleportation - LV: 7
'Self explainatory lazy bones.'
— Honed Instincts - LV: 9
'Reaction time, Prediction.'
— gaster Blaster - LV:4
'🕈︎☜︎✌︎😐︎☹︎✋︎☠︎☝︎'
•{Skills level up by use.}•
Traits:
— Lazy
' Sleeping/Napping uses Sleep Equation, gives Overheal. Can't decay
— Magic Eye
' A soul trait and magic, overall buff. '
— Fragility
' DEF reduced. '
— Monster
' Is a race that has natural talent in magic, and various possible attributes stronger than most. Concentrated soul traits in the MONSTER soulless attribute, will cause melt down and death. '
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{ Quest — get over 1000+ in temp' HP}
[ Reward — Overheal from sleep equation increased, 5 —> 10 Per . 7+ DEF , Gain the skill FEVER. ]
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' another quest.. everything except my 300+ HP stayed even after I assume was a reset. '
He got up and exited his room, forgetting his jacket and just decided to take a stroll around.
Sans greeted some monsters, then went out the town before getting chased by a fluffy white dog trying to bite Sans because he was just a big moving bone to the dog.
The dog yelped, getting thrown aside gently by telekinesis. Sans finally out of that ruff situation, decided to go wait in around his sentry post near the ruins door.
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Hour had past or so, Sans was taking a loud snore nap on the wooden post.
HP: 69/1 (+30)
Sans slowly groaned from his nap, hearing the loud ass creaking from the distance where the ruins door was. Next second he realized as his sockets had the scary wonky hollow look without white dots.
Teleporting there as Frisk, looked at him in surprise of his sudden appearance. Before being dragged into a battle box.
Frisk quickly dodged an attack of blue sharp bones that travelled in a instant with the bones staying rhere to block dodging space. A huge blaster readying up above the middle.
In a brief second frame the blue bones disappeared as the Blaster fired a blinding beam at the middle of the area. Frisk right arm was blasted off with the unfair attack. Taking out 10 straight damage with no karma as Sans isn't playing around with the poison anti healing. trying to kill Frisk as soon as he can.
The area widened to a rectangle with Sans doing bone jumps that changed between white and blue. And a singular bone sprouting from the ground in rhythm every 3 seconds of where Frisk was.
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Minute later into the battle. Sans had dodged a few slashes. But Frisk was on a bad spot as she already used most of her heals. She froze in place as she was stopped by telekinesis. A blaster circle appearing at the same time, blasting her figure into ashes.
—GAME OVER—
* keep this nosy performace up.
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5 saves later of the battle. Sans getting to bored to dodge as he suddenly parried a slash from Frisk with a blue bone design to be of similar of a machete. Cutting off the hand brutally of Frisk same hand where she held the toy knife.
-16 -2 -2 -2
her hand bled profusely, her her 32/32 HP dropping to a 10/32.
Then the final blow of a fast white bone that came from the side that lodged itself into her neck. Killing her.
—GAME OVER—
*you're just a loser in this grave.
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Again. Kill. Frisk kill. Kill the human.
Again. And again
Again.
Again.
More.
Suffer.
Die.
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Sans, with a tired look. His white dots of his sockets back again but. With a shaky look to it, slowly turned away after the 126th kill and load. Leaving Frisk who had a manic smile on their face.
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2 days later.
Sans stopped caring much. Nasha.. Had no determination. No justice. No patience.
He shut himself in his room sleeping all day for the past 2 days. Papyrus checking up on him sometimes. Deeply worried to the bone for Sans's condition. After gaining around 995 more THP successfully completing his quest.
HP: 1064/1
{ Quest — get over 1000+ in temp' HP}
[ Reward — Overheal from sleep equation increased, 5 —> 10 Per . 7+ DEF , Gain the skill FEVER. ]
{ Completed! DEF raised to 10 (7+)! Lazy trait slightly changed (Equation 5 —> 10)!
Gained FEVER Skill! }
FEVER — Burn up yourself, using Temporary Health as fuel, decaying 5 THP per 2 seconds of usage duration, Temporarily boost ATK by 1.5x, Add BURN and SLUG to attacks, temporarily gain RAGE. A trait that boost your ATK slowly by HP amount decayed and overall stats except HP and MANA. increased output is feasible, boosting ATK more for more faster drain. Automatically stops if there's no THP left. (Non-Upgradable)
*ugh..get off my sight.
Sans waves off the screen, getting up. As he also checks on the locket on his inventory. Unable to equip, needing LV 2 to at least equip it. Sans deeply thinks. Wondering if he should. Just once...
*...
Getting up and wearing his jacket, hood up. Walking out the house. Wondering about Papyrus as he had stopped coming back home since yesterday noon. Stopping to look around at the few dust piles around. Walking further up, 'till he found a red scarf laying on the ground with dust covered.
*im getting tired of this. seems hopeless, right paps.
He picked up the scarf, wore it and continued down until going to the waterfalls. Shortly finding Frisk fighting undyne.
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* Go ahead! Prepare all you want, but when you take that step forward..
* I will KILL you.
After some time, Sans got some small hill. Looking down at Undyne and Frisk in battle. Rain of spears trying to pierce through Frisk, Frisk dodging and blocking them.
Frisk unexpectedly got hit by a random small bone aimed at her skull. Putting her off focus for a brief second and confused from the sudden out of attack pattern before getting her intestines speared out by one of the flying glowing blue spears of Undyne.
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Sans. Now abruptly back to his room. Just staring at space. Before jolting back awake with a sweat and heavy breathing..
*this again....
Sans slumped himself to the drawer hat had a lamp stand for no reason on it at the corner of the room , Standing before it for few seconds. He looked at the mess of papers on the top of the drawer. Focusing on the name, Gaster. Then suddenly then Smashing a hole on the top of the wooden drawer out of anger, teleporting out the room after grabbing his jacket.
The save point already had Papyrus dead, so he also got his scarf too at where he died. gripping onto it tightly then teleporting to the lab in the hotlands.
Specifically where the DT EXTRACTOR was.
Laying back on the wall, slowly sliding down the wall to the floor. Looking at the extractor in the middle of the room.
Sans sighed. Just distraught of all the violence and SUDDEN CHANGE's, death and so on after being dunked into this body.
Slowly falling into a nap..
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Few hours passed by.
Opening up his eye sockets groggily, since a few minutes ago seems like Alphys outside made a lot of noise, scrambling to escape the lab and making some calls and messages to some monsters through something after seeing Undyne die.
Sans walked out the extractor room, the lab completely dark. He leaned against the wall besides the door to the extractor. Silently waiting for the human to come by...
What felt forever for sans as he was dozing off, almost falling sleep. He heard the front door of the lab open, It was Frisk that walked through. Sans, immediately used telekinesis on her without giving her time to react, going into the dt extractor, pulling Frisk with him then slamming Frisk to the opposite side of the room.
Bone walls/zones had blocked both exits of the room aside the huge void around the extractor. As sans looked at Frisk.
*yo, having fun?
*...
Sans sighed.
*i will never understand your obsession with this.
*tell me. if determination is your power, what are you without it?
*wait- you won't even say anything anyway heh.
Sans started off the battle with a blaster that Frisk dodged easily of course, one after another. As Frisk closed in and went for a attack. Sans countered with a parry with a bone and grabbing her neck after, the skeletal hand covered in blue magic and slamming her to the floor heavily , causing the floor to crack under that slam.
Frisk died after getting her brain splattered across Sans's jacket with a bone that came up the floor.
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*here we go again.
the second attempt. This time Sans attacked first with a close combat, going weapon to weapon with Frisk, Knife to Bone.
With another clash, Sans looked at Frisk then his pupils slowly looking up, Frisk looking up aswell to see a group of blasters already about to shoot. Her body already frozen with blue magic.
Getting evaporated by the blasters.
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*let's try something else.
Sans, with a casual attitude and stature, weaving all of Frisk frantic slashes; without attacking back for a minute straight.
Frisk was suspicious about this, already seeing Sans getting tired slightly. With more slashes after ward, she missed again. This time Sans used his teleportation, putting Frisk in a cage of bones,
A remote click sounded out. Frisk looking back out from the cage to see sans with a remote. On it was a big red button!
The room slowly hummed loudly, the Extractor in the middle of the room opened its mouth the eye sockets of it now having a glowing pupil on it, the extractor powering on.
{ TARGET LOCKED }
Its jaw opened with a suction force. Frisk slowly flying out of the cage into near the front of the extrator. Her soul now clearly shown outside. Frisk noticing that she was quickly becoming and felt weaker, her soul losing its deep red color. Her HP going down. Not by damage, but by her max HP being drained till it's back around 30 as Frisk finally slashed realizing that the extractor was doing it.
The extractor stopped after Frisk attack it. Falling back to the ground as she sweated, now tuening back to sans..
*its too late.
Sans held out a soul replica, of determination. his hand them balled up around it, absorbing it.
A strange sense of euphoria filled Sans, his senses cranked into extreme pinpoint. Sans sweated slowly even more after absorbing the DT. Showing slight melting..
*my chance. a chance to make YOU!
*never come back.
Sans monster soul hovered out, the white soul now encompassed around a red glowing, pulsing outline that surrounded the white soul.
Moments later as Sans spammed blasters non stop in the room. Frisk somehow weaving most of the beams . Although getting grazed a few times. Chipping a chunk of her remaining small pool of HP.
The blasters stopped as Sans gripped his sweating skull. His head throbbing, looking up again his magic eye activated, now the blue and yellow joined in with red. The air around Sans now slightly visible, as Sans body was steaming. Making the air around also steam up and hotter, Activating FEVER.
Then suddenly making Frisk trapped in a bone cage that Instantly shrunk down and crushed her into meat paste and blood mess that escaped and squeezed out a bit from the cage.
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Frisk appeared in the void. Standing Infront of two buttons, Continue and Reset. She was about to continue the fight. Pausing as a another figure talked behind her.
*no need. I. Am. Right. Here.
Frisky was turnt around by Sans who apoeared in her death screen alongside her, his magic eye still open. Joined in with DT,
Sans head-butted Frisk with all his might, knocking Frisk down to the floor. Going over her and stomping on her head over. And over. And over. And over, over ,over ,over. Till the head was nothing but blood
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*why WONT. YOU DIE.
Another point of revive as Frisk was being brutally mauoed by Sans, clearly in a unstable mindset. Killing Frisk over. OVER. OVER. OVER AGAIN.
Sans felt like he killed Frisk thousands if times. As he mindlesslystabbed Frisk with a sharpened bone. Shakingly stabbing Frisk laying body hundreds of times. Not stopping. Still stabbing. More.
The void just filled with constant sounds of shiv, squish, shlick. Blood covering and drenching sans. Sans had his magic eye deactivated long ago. His white pupils back on his eye sockets. That was shaking crazily. Still STABBING HER. tears had welled up on his sockets. Flowing down his face.
*just die. Die .die. DIE. don't come back..
*please. Don't—COME BACK!
*die die die die die die die
*DIE DIE DIE. DIE. DIE.
DIE
DIE
DIE
DIE
DIE
DIE
DIE
DIE
DIE
DIE
Ｄｉｅ.