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It's kill or be killed! (...yeah it's Undertale again)

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It's kill or be killed! (...yeah it's Undertale again)

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Frisk didn't know how long she had been standing there. It could have only been a few, it could have been several...She didn't know. She shuddered. The hall provided shelter from the wind and falling snow, but it did little to shield away the cold.

She hadn't heard Sans approach, so she tensed when he pulled her into a hug. The hall had been so still, so quiet aside from the wind outside, that the sudden change startled her. Relaxing at Sans' words, she pulled her hands away from her face and returned the embrace. Wrapping her arms around him, Frisk could swear that he felt...different. Maybe it was all in her head, but it wasn't hard to see how exhausted he was. She held him tight, yet silently feared that he would turn to dust right then and there, that any touch could break him.

It was hard to remember that he only had one HP. He was incredibly hard to hit, confident in his magical abilities, and rivaled Undyne when it came to smarts in battle. He was the strongest boss monster around, and no one knew that better than Frisk. But he had his limits. Frisk knew that, too.

It made her think. Who else could take him away from her and Paps? Would it only take another Sans catching him off guard? When he was this tired, how easy would it be to just...blink and he'd be gone? She swallowed hard and hugged him a little tighter. "Yeah, let's go."

She lingered for a moment, hesitant to leave his arms, then finally backed away to open the door. As it creaked open, a rush of wind and ice billowed in and made her shiver.

Frisk was quiet as they walked, watching the ground as she moved. She stuck close to Sans, occasionally brushing against him. Rather than feel flustered at being so close to him, she found it as a great comfort. After what happened, he was still there. He hadn't left her.

"So," she finally said, clearing her throat a bit. "That was...another you, right? Someone from an alternate universe?" Her gaze was still cast to the snow at her feet. Of course, she knew the answer, but figured it would make a good opener for what they should be talking about.

It's kill or be killed! (...yeah it's Undertale again)

Just a quick bump before I head for work!

It's kill or be killed! (...yeah it's Undertale again)

To all the people who are sick of seeing Undertale all over the place...I'm so sorry. But, you know...not really.

Anyway!

I'm not just craving Undertale, I'm craving Underfell - a vague alternate universe of Undertale created by fans. The edgy designs finally grew on me, and after reading how other people perceived it I realized how much I want to try it out for myself. I'm not sure if anyone's gonna bite, but it's worth a shot!

To make things short and sweet, I would prefer to play female!Frisk (or any fallen human) with someone's Underfell!Sans. That's the only thing I really need. The rest can be decided between us and built on. There are so many different ways to take this, and it doesn't even have to take place in the Underground.

There doesn't need to be romance. If my partner and I decide to throw it in, the human character WILL be an adult. I'd honestly prefer she be an adult either way...But violence and drama is more than welcome! (How else would it be Underfell?)

Basic understanding of the game is much appreciated. I haven't even finished it, but every aspect has been spoiled and explained to me, so...Meh.

Lastly, I really do need a partner who is willing to bounce around ideas with me. I hate being the only one to come up with anything. It makes me feel like I'm the only one who cares, and it makes my interest go down fast. Also, considering this has the potential to be very violent, I ask that anyone who is interested is 18+ just for my sanity.

I'm up for giving any alternate universe a shot! Or playing with the original! I just love Undertale!

I might add to this later, but for now feel free to post here or PM me!

It's just Rick and Morty. Rick and Morty and their adventures!

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Frisk was visibly uncomfortable at the idea of lying to Toriel. She knew it had to be done, to keep her from worrying about this new threat, but it still left her with a pain in her heart. She had never lied to Tori before. There was never a reason to not tell her the truth, as the old queen understood anything to the best of her abilities.

But this situation was different. Frisk swallowed and nodded stiffly, keeping her mouth shut as they teleported away.

It didn't take long for Toriel to open the door. She recognized Sans' knock well, and at first greeted them with delighted surprise.

"Back so soon, you two?" She eyed them both. Sans' smile was fake, though it was hard for even her to tell. And Frisk was visibly shaking. The old goat's smile fell into an expression of great concern.

"H-Hey, Mom. We thought we'd...Stop by for another visit. Is that okay?" Frisk did her best to seem cheery and happy, despite not moving from Sans' side. She didn't rush into Tori for a hug, and that was perhaps the most telling thing of all.

"My child, are you all right?" Instantly, Tori was over Frisk. She ran a paw through her messy hair, smoothing it and picking out some dirt that had been stuck in it. "What happened?" She turned her attention to Sans and put her other paw on his shoulder, giving him an equally concerned look. He looked worse than Frisk!

"It's okay, Mom! Really! It was just, uhh...A long night." Frisk stole a quick glance at Sans. "Let's just head in," she said as she took her mother's paw and held it.

Toriel gave them a skeptical look, but stood up straight and moved to allow them inside. She turned her paw to hold Frisk's hand tightly, then led them into the hall.

Once inside her living room, Toriel fused over Frisk like she was mortally wounded. She got her a change of clothes, as her outfit had been torn and stained in the fight. It must have been when she was dragged around by those strings. Frisk, of course, didn't dare say that. She simply did as Toriel told her. After that, the old goat sat her down on the couch and gently cleaned the dirt from her face. She also bandaged a small scrape that was on Frisk's cheek.

"Mom, really! I'm okay, I promise!" In all honesty, Frisk was a little embarrassed. First she couldn't do much to help Sans in the fight, and now Toriel was completely babying her. She appreciated the concern, but didn't feel like she deserved it.

All the while, Toriel was quiet. Every once in a while, she'd glance at Sans, as though waiting for the real reason they were both in such a state. She didn't pry it from him, though, and simply let them both relax and eat some of the leftover pie.

As soon as Sans was gone, however, Toriel stood firm and crossed her arms. "Frisk, I want you to tell me what really happened. And I want you to tell me now."
Frisk stared in the direction Sans had been, startled by Tori's sudden firmness. She looked up at her, feeling like a small child that was dangerously close to being grounded. "I...I did tell you! Nothing happened, it was just--"

"A rough night. Yes, you have said that many times now, my child. No matter how many times you say it, I will not believe it."

Frisk slouched and looked to the ground.

"Tell me the truth."

"I...I can't, Mom. I'm sorry, but I can't."

"Why not?"

"Because you won't understand!" Frisk shot her head up to look Toriel in the eye. From her spot on the couch, it was hard to see her expression clearly...But she knew it was a hurt one. "I mean...It's complicated. Please, just trust me when I say it's for the best that you don't know. That no one knows."

Toriel let her arms fall to her sides and stepped back. She turned away from Frisk. "I see..."

Panicking, Frisk stood and went to Tori. "I love you, Mom. It's nothing that's worth worrying about, I promise. Everything will be fine!"

"You're not fine now, Frisk!" Toriel rounded on the young woman, her expression fierce with hurt and worry. She gasped when she realized she had just yelled, and lifted a paw to her chest. "Please," she said much more softly. "Tell me, my child."

Frisk stared at her for a long moment, then lowered her head. "I can't...I'm sorry." Her bottom lip quivered, and she quickly bit onto it to keep from crying. She had shed far too many tears that day.

Toriel was quiet. She waited a moment, then slowly nodded. Again, she turned away. "I am sorry, my child, but I do not want you coming to me in such a condition again. My soul cannot take it."

"I understand, Mom." Frisk slowly stepped up to her and put a hand on her arm. "You don't have to worry about me, I promise."

Toriel didn't respond. They stood like that for a long moment before Frisk finally stepped back. "I'll...wait for Sans in the hall." She paused, and when she didn't hear any argument, she slowly headed towards the stairs. She could feel her heart shatter from the immense guilt, and it was not unlike all those years ago when Toriel begged her not to leave the ruins.

Downstairs, Frisk leaned heavily against the door. She tilted her head up to look at the ceiling, trying to get the tight, sinking feeling in her chest to go away. This was for the best...She had to tell herself that. Sans was right - no one could know about that other Sans, or the possibility of other realities. They had to stay blissfully ignorant.

So why did she feel so bad? Sucking in a breath of the cold air, Frisk put her face in her hands. She took slow breaths as she waited for Sans.

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Frisk remained kneeling on the ground. She worked her jaw in anticipation as she watched the two skeletons. In that moment, she would give anything for real fighting experience. Even if it was just extra HP, she could still stand alongside Sans. That was the downside of a pacifist route, she supposed. If things got too rough, she couldn't really protect herself. Then again, there weren't any monsters in their Underground like that Sans. Even at max HP, Frisk doubted she'd be much of a match for him.

Kneeling like that on the sidelines, Frisk felt completely useless. She rocked back onto her toes and shifted nervously. The fight had suddenly stopped, and all she could do was cautiously watch the unstable Sans. When he suddenly elected to end their fight there, Frisk let out a shaky breath of relief. She lowered her head and let her stiff neck and shoulders relax the faintest bit.

Her attention went down to the ground, yet her head quickly snapped back up when she heard her Sans shout. She looked on in horror as he moved to follow the other Sans into that strange void. She moved to get up, yet stumbled and collapsed back to the ground. She passively wondered how much HP she had lost, but her main attention was on her dear friend.

"Sans don't!" She reached out for him, fully expecting to see him disappear into whatever that place was. When he didn't, she let herself relax her arm but didn't relax fully. Concern for him pushed her to successfully stand.

"Sans?" She approached him gingerly, out of fear that she might startle him. She didn't understand a word he said, and that just made her worry more. Watching him closely, she saw him move his hand. It didn't take her long to realize that he was going to put his hand in his pocket...Which wasn't there. She looked down at herself and realized that she had been wearing his jacket the whole time. Quickly, she shrugged it off and put it around his shoulders.

"It's okay," she softly said. Her hands remained on his shoulders, though their grip was light in case Sans wanted his space.

She tried to keep her strength, she really did. But she couldn't keep herself from leaning against him, relieved that he was still there and not a pile of dust. She nuzzled softly at his head.

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Frisk braced herself for the hit. She winced and shut her eyes a split second before the alternate Sans stopped his attack. She cracked one eye open to look at him, frowning slightly as he started to laugh. She grit her teeth and tried to think of something to say, something like a plea that would get this Sans to leave them alone. Or something that could at least distract him long enough to allow her Sans to get his bearings.

Unfortunately, she wasn't quick enough. She could hardly see the fast-moving threads before they were wrapped around her. She cried out in surprise, then began to struggle to get free. She pulled at the threads as best she could, though they were uncomfortably snug and held her tight. The magic that coursed through it was hot against her skin, nearly burning. She couldn't even tell if it was a real attack or not.

Whatever this Sans had in mind, Frisk was now completely helpless to it. She stared at her Sans, seeing the horror that flashed on his face just as her body was forced to move. She tried to fight against it, but found that there was nothing she could do. In fact, the thread at her neck seemed to tighten with each move she tried to fight, close to choking her. At that, she was forced to relax and be nothing but a ragdoll at the mercy of Sans' threads.

Terror ran through her as she was practically thrown in her Sans' direction. She closed her eyes and waited for the impact, yet only found the sudden warmth of magic around her, then met the harsh ground. She landed hard on her stomach and groaned.

"It's okay," she softly and quickly said in response to Sans' apology. She heard the gaster blaster and shot her eyes open to frantically look for Sans, and caught sight of him just before he teleported. She breathed a sigh of relief, though said relief was short lived as she was suddenly dragged back and lifted to the alternate Sans' side.

At that point, Frisk felt sore and dizzy. The threads held her in a position that felt uncomfortable and unnatural. She eyed the enemy warily, feeling beads of sweat gather at the sides of her head. Again, she braced herself, and swept her gaze up just in time to see her Sans return and knock his counterpart to the ground.

With the threads broken, Frisk just barely caught herself before Sans grabbed her hand and teleported her away. After that whole situation, she felt so numb that she hardly felt the negative effects the teleportation magic had on her.

"Yeah, I think so." Visibly shaken, Frisk knelt down beside Sans. "What about you?"