OH! Wiggidy wiggidy WHAT UP BRAH? I’m guessin this question pertains to all the wicked-sicknasty stuff that happened at the LoveBall! Hosted by the dear n lovely @spiidertale . But, yo, I’ll catch you up on the 411. I think I can talk about it now, brah.



(warning: This is long.)

For starters, near the end of the Ball I was pretty diddly darn CERTAIN I was gonna win this thing, yo. I looked at it from every angle, spent three whole days producin parasites to infect all my SICK NASTY NEW AMIGOS, and by the very very end, I stood in the ballroom and watched everyone get taken in. A few, I had made promises to that I’d either never do it to em, or at least wait. One was my new and dear friend @thepacifrisk, and the other was the lovely @royalsentrytarma! A couple of their close friends avoided possessin too, mostly great peeps I had gotten to meet through out this wicked party.



I told em, it was over. That soon, the doors to the multiverse would open and my good vibes would spread and infect every Universe. It was everything I ever dreamed, brah! But that was when HE showed up.



Sans, I mean. @thebonezone66



I mean, there were plenty o sans at the party but.



This was a sans I grew to know a few days ago, from a pretty wicked rad Uno game. I knew this guy didn’t like me from the get go, brah. And I could tell he came in to stop me. I wasn’t worried. I was winnin. NOTHING could stop me at this point my funky fresh friend! Or. Well. That’s what I had been believin.



I should have KNOWN something was off about this guy when none of my lil parasite bros tried to slither over and possess em. I should have KNOWN.



He knew I wasn’t a Sans, and told me so. And I responded with a proper ‘Nah. I was never a Sans. Or a Papyrus. Or any of you. I’m the only one like me- in this whole place.’ And it was true. The multiverse is a rad place to hang out, and I love masqueradin as this popular chum. He pulled his jacket off his shoulder, and as he dropped it… we all saw the letters appear.



This…. this. ‘Sans’. I realized. Didn’t have a soul. Whatever he was…. that’s why they weren’t going after him. Parasites need soul energy. They…. my parasites. Couldn’t even detect his presence. Because there was none to detect.



–



thebonezone66- * …do you want to know why muffet chose me in particular to be the co - host of this little ball, fresh my man?



*because.



Sans pauses momentarily, closing his eyes. …When they open again, both are slit pupils. The left eye is a large, crystal ball like object swirling with a sort of cold fire. The black in them is all consuming rage.



* i ‘҉ ̛m ͡ ͝n̶ ͢o̢ ҉t ͢ ́S͡ ̴a ̡n͢ s ͢ ͝ ̀e ̷i̶ ͡t͠ ͘h̕ e ̛r .͘ ̨



After a moment…Sans’ figure starts to distort. Blue flames lick his frame, revealing it for the pure illusion it was. A solitary bone was hovering through the transparent film. It breaks. The illusory Sans explodes in a fairly dazzling ball of fire, and everything it touches seems to darken. It is casting shadows. But the shadows aren’t real. They’re moving everything into the void. A new pocket dimension was being formed.



Once the dark has completely consumed those gathered, a silence befalls the ‘room.’ …There is no tangible way to discern how far the void extended after all. But they were standing on solid enough ground. Before long? A room bleeds into light. –Light through windowpanes. Stained glass windowpanes. The color it touches is gold. The pillars it touches, is gold. The air is heavy and somber. This was a place of power. Of judgement.



This was the Last Corridor

–

… . .



….



I had never directly experienced any situation in the Last Corridor in any Universe I entered. I kept things down low. Tried not to make a scene as I passed from person to person. But I understood well the implications of the place. My first reaction, was, my party was over, my fun was done. This- thing. Whateva they were. They were gonna kill me. I was going to die, brah.



I stood ahead of the group. I was the one they were after. The others? Wrong place, wrong time. But @thepacifrisk … didn’t deserve this. They stood behind me. I kept telling them to stay. I kept telling them to stay back. This was my day of judgement, yo. Maybe I did have it comin. And somethin…. something was behind that door. The door to the king. Or… where the king may have been, in many other timelines.



–



thebonezone66- Footsteps are approaching. …How could one tell? Well, they were heavy. They weren’t made by anything human. Certainly nothing typically monster. It was much larger. The vibrations can be felt from the direction of the throne room, steadily increasing in volume and intensity.



* i can̵ ̀a҉lmo̢st̀ hear̴ y̶òur̸ ͡c̕apti̡ve̸ s̀cre͏am̡i̸n̴g.̨ do ͜ỳou tr҉ul̴y c̶all̴ w͞h̶at҉ y̷o̶u d̶ơ.͡.. á ǵo͏o͞d̢ ̡t͟hi̛n̵g͘ for ͠all̀?



The voice from beyond the door, it is no longer Sans. …Sans is in there, clearly. But it is distorted. Whatever beast lay beyond was laboring to form words. Growls and static punctuated their sentences.



–



I couldn’t help but respond, in a mix of hysteria and terror:



Fresh- Fresh’s smile grew wider, wilder, before a laugh burst from his teeth.



“They do scream. All the time. And I do enjoy it. Its fun to watch them. Does that bother you? How many souls I’ve tortured? Is that why you do this to me? Ah hahahaha. Somehow, for some reason, I’m the one you pull from the crowd. I’m honored <3 “



“You want to prove a point? Or kill me? Whatever.”



thebonezone66- *̵ ́th̶os͘e͝ ̶wi͜ţh̀ gŕe̕at ̷p̧o͝w͏e҉r̵ s͟ḩould st̸r͝i͘ve ̢ne͟v͜er̴ to̷ ̴abu͘se͠ ͝i͠t͟.̴ ́.̵..͜yo͟ú ͢are҉ ̶ḑangęr̷ou͘s͡ f͝o͟r͟ th͏is ͜ŕe̷aso̴n. m͝ore ̸dan̸g̴er̡ous͜ ̡t͞han̕ ̢m̸o̴st.͞ ̕ .͏..̨wh͝at ͜f͢ut͞ility̡ ýo͘u slav͡e o͜v̵ȩr҉.̴ ͢



Fresh- “Futility??”



He laughed as he kept his hands in his pockets.



“I see. I’ve brought the attention of something much bigger then any one sans in any one universe.”



“To think I was hoping to lay low until I got this all together. I wondered if something like you existed.”



thebonezone66- The creature sounds…Amused. Almost. There is a tinge of condescending mirth and disgust in his words as well. Though finally…The doors fly open revealing the creature within. Wings tucked close, large sharp fangs open somewhat in a beastly grin. That eye though. No amount of feigned amusement could hide the absolute fury brewing within them.The fury…Of a Dragon. ((The image was drawn by @spiidertale ))



… . .



Fresh- Fresh watched stunned a moment staring to the monster, before his smile flipped back onto his face



“….you’re p mad, my rad friend….. I see.”



He fixed his hat, watching the being closely, never once. Taking his eyes off it.



“It’s sad. I was hopin we could be friends. I was hoping you’d see and understand, but. If anything was futile… it was that thought. I’ve made you so MAAAAD. <3”



“Ah hahahahaha.”



Fresh shuffled back and forth on his feet, in… anxiety? Never once looking away from the monster in front of him. He had a billion questions. But he kept them to himself It wasn’t the time, was it?



“AHHAHAHAHA Ya know. This is beautiful. This is AMAZING. This is the best party I’ve ever been to. Sans- or, I suppose, whatever you are, my brah? ….I’m glad we’re friends, in some sense of the word. Because that makes this moment all the more beautiful.”



Fresh didn’t want to know what the others were doing. He did, but- he wouldn’t look away. He’s angered something far bigger then him. Something he didn’t understand. Fresh was calculated. He always studied in advance. He always kept an eye on everything, and knew exactly when he had all the cards. And he did- he thought.



–



Durin this whole time, there was a Flowey that showed up as well. I hadn’t seen em through the whole party. This thing was straight outta a nightmare. IT was corrupted, and…. maybe worse, and probably worse, then whatever this Sans was I was dealin with. Everyone else trapped here were abso-rad-ly- freakin out, for good reason. I- for the most part, kept my ground. Runnin aint my style– despite the fact it was all this possessed body o mine wanted to do. The corrupted Flowey came in to attack us. Corrupted vines dragged themselves through our current pocket in the multiverse, and they were spreading everywhere. Well, specifically, though…. “they had one focus…. an it was the 90′s.”



So. Me.



Sans successfully told the Flower not to interfere. and Flowey gave us twenty minutes. And that was all. Before disappearin. Obviously, the Flowey seemed out to kill us all- regardless if any of the other buddies in the room actually caused the chaos or not. At least I THOUGHT he was gonna kill us.



–



thebonezone66- *̶ ͝t̕w̶enty̡ minute̸s. ͞i ͏belie̢v͞e ͘t̸hi̵s͘ i̶s a͢deq̕u͡ate̕.̷ w̧íthdra̷w̷.



thebonezone66-* twe͜n̕ty ͜m̕įnu̴t͜e̸s ̨to̸ ͞sha̡r͝e a ͜story.́ a̴nd t͝hen…w͝ell̕. i͡ suppo̶s̶e͞ you ͝will ͏h҉a͝v̵e͟ floẃey tò c̨o͢n͡t͟en͝d to ̨a͞f̛te͘r̢w̶a͏ŗd̴s.͝



Fresh- “Share a story?”



Fresh just laughed, doing a wicked pose on his heelies



“I LOVE stories. What will you tell us, my good dragon friend?”



–



Frisk was trying to walk back up to me. I snapped at them. “GO BACK.” Getting close to me, I felt, was very very dangerous. I didn’t want Frisk pulled into this.



–



thebonezone66-



The Dragon turns his attention throughout the room. He is eyeing the Frisk that is approaching Fresh. After a moment he looms in closer, nearly nose to nose with the parasite.



*̷ ́firs҉t̶. a̡ q͢u͝ȩs̸tio̕n̛ fór y̨ǫu̡.͢ ̕s̸hould̛ y͡ou͟ suc҉ce͏e̸d in thi̕s̷ ̕e͜n͡d͏e͞a̵vor o͝f̕ ỳou̷r͠s ̶to͟..̴.spr͝ead.̶ ̀wha̢t͜ w͏i͟ll̢ thàt ͏ac̵co̧m̸p͏li͢sh? ͡d҉o ̵y͠ou͟ ̛s̡eek ͜to en͞ḑ a͘l͢l ͞lif̷e͝? ̸o͝r ̸d̡o͘ y͡ou go͜ ͘on i̢n si̡m͢pl͜e f̷ea͘r̡ ҉o͟f er͢a͜di͏c͏a̷ti̕òn͡.̨.́?҉ ͢



Fresh- Fresh just smiled as he held his hands in his pockets eradication



“Well thats ONE way to put it. I felt like its pretty clear. Ending life, naw, I’m SAVING it. I’m endin all that pain, ya know?”



thebonezone66-The Dragon sounds solemn as he speaks again. It is a simple response.



* ..̴.͠the͡r̡e͞ is̀ no w͜a͠y̛ tó ̨end͘ ͏t̢h͏ȩ ̸ṕaiņ ͘ơf̵ ͟t͢his ͢e̶x̷i͞s͞tence͟.̛



Fresh- “….I don’t agree. Its a lie. Unacceptable. uNaCcEpTaBle. You all kill each other every chance you GET! Some of you enter other Universes’ just to MURDER MORE.”



thebonezone66- *͡ ̢.͞.͢i h͏ave͞ lo͜òke̸d.͠ j͢us͢t̴ ̢a̵s̢ ̶y͘ou will̴ l͘óo̧k̷.͏ ̵às i ͞w̵ill ̵ńǫt ̸de̛s̴tr̴oy͡ ͝yo͟u ̀he̵r͞e.͞ you̧ w̧il͢l b̕e r̢e̡bo̕r͠n, and̨ ̵t͡ḩe ̧c̴yćle͘ ̵will ̵c̶o̡ǹtin͡u͡e͟ ͜a̕s͝ it ̶al̶w̵ays h̸as.͢ ͜we͢ are n͝ơt t͠he ͢ar͏bit̛e͜ŕs ǫf̧ ̛thiş ͞wor͜ld͠.̀.͠.̸t̸h̢e҉r̨e̛ ͏is͢ ̶so̴m̀e͞thi̵ng̶ b̀e͘ỳo͠n͝d͠ ̧i̴t͏. ́someth̢i͜ng ̡far̀ ́g҉r̶éa͠ter͡ ͘a͜n͢d͏ ţerr͜ib̵l͘ȩ than ҉an̷yt͞h̛i̢ng͝ w͟e͝ c͘a̕n p͘ossi̸bl̛y͞ ima͢gi͠nè. ͞



Fresh- fresh froze, glaring dangerously at the creature. His smile lost. His facade, broken.



“You aren’t here to kill me, right? So whats your POINT. Why drag me here?? And reborn– how is that even- ah hahahaha. ReBORN. You’re a funny guy as always!”



thebonezone66- *͞ g͘a҉ste̡r..̸. ̨he̴ wa͠s t͜h̨e ͏on͟e̛ wh̢ó cam̀e ͘clos̨e̕s̀t̴ to t̨h͢is.̛.̕.dil̷e͏m̀m҉a̸.̵ ͟by͡ ͞t̨ơuchi̵ng i͞t, ̨he̷ d̸ro̵v͠e͞ hi҉m̷sęlf to m̷ądness̸. th̨e ͠C̀OR̷E…̢.͠ it̀ i͠s͏ n̡ot̀ ͏a ͝d͝e͝vi̸ce̢ ͡t͡hat ẁas c͝r̢ea̛ţed̶ ̷t͘o p̶owe͞r̡ the͢ uņd͠erg͟r͡o҉und̶.҉ ͝ņor w͝as̀ ̢i͝t c͏re̛a̧ted ͡to b̴re͡a̷ḱ the ̨BAR̕RI͢E͏R.



*͝ ͠n̵o̵.͟ ̀i̶t was c͜ręate̶d to҉ b͜re̶a͡k̀ ͡b͢ey͏o͢nd t͠he vo͝i̸d͘. t̵h͘e ͘co͡de.͘ .̨.̵.͠t͟ơ ęmer̴ge ͞on ͡T ̸H̕ ̷E ̕I ̀R͘ ̷s҉ ̕i ̶d e ̧.҉ he ul̴t͡i̷m̛ately͡ failed. ͡



Fresh- “And beyond the code. Beyond all existence. That is what he was trying to get past? To control that? WOW he does sound like a madman all right. Nothing exists beyond the code. Just empty nothing. All the multiverse is just compromised of zeros and ones we’re all just data and void, matter and nonmatter, and thats it. and you brought me here to tell me this? Things I already know?”



thebonezone66- * ̴no̡.̴ y̷ou̷ ́t̶h̨i̶n̛k too ̧s̶m̷al҉l. ҉th͝is was̕ ̸n͘ev͡er͡ ̢a͏bo͘ut pow̶er͢. t͡h҉is̢ ̡was̨ ̴abo҉ut f͏re͢edom̴. no ͡ma̕t͜t̛èr w͘h̸ere ̨we͠ ̵g͠o h̡er͝e.͝ ͢n҉o ͝matt͘e̷r͢ wh̡at ́d҉i͝m͞ensio̡ń wè esc͝a͏pe ͟to.̵ ̀w͡e͜ ̧will͝ n͘ev̨er͟ be̛ ͝f͞r̢e͏e of ́thi̷s͏ ̨'͘ga̵m͟e.’ t҉her͝e do̢es exis̷t͢ ̵so҉meth͠i̢ng͏ beyond̕. ̴i h͏ave͘ br̢ok̵en͢ throưgh̴ o̢n͘cȩ. ͜i h̕a̛ve͡ sp̴oken ̷with i͞t.̸ there ҉are͝ ma͏n̸y o͞f̸ the͝m.̨ ̶įn͡f̵i̡n̸i҉te̢l̨y ́m̧or͡e p҉owérf͜ul̀ t͜h̢a̡n͢ ͜a͜l͟l͡ of̧ u͞s c̸om̨b͢in͟ed̡. * they̨ c͘re̵àted͘ our̛ ́unive͢r̵se͢. ͏i͠ d̵ò not ̢kno͟w w̕ha͝t ̴c҉réat̸ed́ t͟hem.



……



–

Fresh- Fresh froze a moment, staring to the monster in front of him. “…..another plane of existence. He was trying to infiltrate some higher plane? Wooow.” Fresh couldn’t help but smile. “A truthfully EXISTING higher plane beyond comprehension.”



thebonezone66- *̴ y̛ou̧ ͏mu̢s̡t ̴b́e ͜w̡o͟nd͜er͝in͠g. ͘w̕hy d҉o į bo͝t͠h͝er t͞elli҉n̴g yo̶u̶ t̡h̕is?͘



Fresh- “I do. And I LOVE it. But- its a curious thing to be telling me specifically. I’d like to believe its because you enjoyed all the fun time I gave ya at the party. But nah. You didn’t much like me from the start. But yeah. Why me? I thought you were bringin me here to judge me for some wicked transgressions. I thought this whole show with the judgement hall was a great way to get me to feel bad?”



thebonezone66- * ̡qui҉t̡e̛ ͘th̶e c̶o͠n̡tr͜a͢r͟y,̕ ̸fr͞e̕sh͢..͡.́we ̕a̛r̸e̕ ͜very͡ m͏uch̛ ̧a̡li͝k͟e,͘ ͡you aǹd͘ ̕i. ̛…e͘ven fl͘o҉w̶e̴y.̵ ͜y͡ou͠ ͞mu͝s̨t̢ ̶lea͝rn̸ ͢t͟h̷e t̸ruth ̴ho̕w̸év͡e̷r to ͜un̨d͡er̴sţa̡n͠d ̛h̨ow̡ ̨lit͞t̨lè ̶y͏our͝ actio͠n̕s im͞p̢ac͜t t͠h͡is̴..̀.p̷l̡a҉ne.̢.̧.we liv̵e͘ ͘upon.̛ n͏o̵ p͡u͡n̛i҉shmen̵t̷ ̧į ͢c͜oul͏d ̛m͘ete ͢óu͟t ̷wi̶l͘l͡ b̕e a͠ny͠ ̀gre͏ate̴r̸ t͟ha̶n̴ t̵hàt. ̢



̶Y o u͟ r͠ s t̡ r̵ u g g̛ ͠l҉ ͞e ͡ i͞ ̛s̶ ͠ i ͠n ̧v a̷ i̴ n͏ ̸.̵ ̴







yes̸.̶









wi̶th ͡al̵l ̢o̡f͝ my͡ ͞str͘éng͠t̨h,̛ i ̶am s͞t͞i̡l͝l ̸n҉ot͜ḩíng͏.͝ ̵we͢ ̴a̵re҉ s͏t͢i͞l͜l ̕n͘oth̴įng̷. i͜ t̡houg͡ht́ i͡ ha҉d a̷ ҉chan̶ce҉ ͢th͡is̡ ͝w̸ay͞.̴ i҉ díd not.̨ now a̷ll ̵ì ca̡n ͏ḑo i̵s m̵ake̕ s̕u̸re͢ thi̵ngs͜ go̶ rel͠at̕ive̕l̷y ̡ưnd̡is͢t͝ur̕be̢d.҉ ̢s̷o ̕as͘ not tơ at̴tra҉c͞t.͢.͝.











T ̸H͝ E ͢I҉ R a ̶t t e̶ ̵n͏ ̷t ̧i ͡o n͜ ͟.









*҉ ̨fl̛o͜ẃey wìll͢ fín͝d͝ ͞ýo͜u. ̵i͘ ͠w͝įll͘ ͟e̢n͢sur̛e h̶e ҉give͝s̡ ͡th̛e ̛r̷emai͟ning ̢t̀i͘me̕ t҉ǫ ͘e͏sc͠a̡pe.̛ yo̸u̸ ͡have҉ m̧y̛ p̡ity͞.



What a peculiar thing to say rather than ‘you have my blessing.’ The dragon sounds rather sad.



…… m-me and my companions faced off against Flowey when the time limit was up. Nearly died a couple times. Sans helped us escape the judgement hall into a neighboring Universe. And defended us against Flowey. Flowey got past him, and started one wicked ride of tryin to kill us. He used all sortsa… 90s Meme’s to fight us? Ah hahahaha. Maybe in another time I’d have enjoyed that but- nah. Not today, for sure! Eventually, the Universe we were in disappeared. As we were all about to die, an option appeared. A LOAD option. We managed to press it– and we were brought back to the Ballroom. Unharmed. Sans- not the dragon god Sans, mind you, but regular ol Sans stood there, in his suit. With Corrupted Flowey on his lapel.



Sans told us we handled it much better then he thought we would.



–



thebonezone66- “Sans” goes to clap his hands together at this point before throwing his sleeves into his dress jacket to pull it back on. He is careful not to jostle Flowey for whatever reason during this process. He then approaches the group calmly.





* y'know, once upon a time i thought i had all the answers.



* now that this little incident is cleaned up, i’m kind of curious to see where you’ll go from here.



* nothing has to change, but with that knowledge… hn.* i wonder what you’ll do.



—-



……..





—-



Fresh- “All of It was real, though. What you showed us. Everything was plenty real. What you told me.”



thebonezone66 - * yes and no.



* nothing’s real man.



* nothing at all.



* look at it any way you want pal. but believe me when i tell you…







* you really don’t want to get ‘their’ attention.

…….I’ve thought about a lot of stuff lately. Ya know. All these inner thoughts I ignore or avoid listenin to. And I realized. Ya know. Maybe I wasn’t lookin to ‘help everyone’. It was some excuse, ya know? I like messin with people. I like the concept that in some way, I’m more clever, or amusing, or hilarious, or-…. simply put, I’m BETTER then the rest of em. I’m better and I deserve to get what I want, and I wanna mess with people and I want to hurt people, and since, ey, I gotta possess people to survive, I might as well ENJOY the process as well, ya know dawg?



I wanted to take over the multiverse because yeah, it extended far beyond somethin so noble as ‘helpin’ people, I wanted to take over because I COULD, and because it was FUN, and because I couldn’t be STOPPED. I wanted the power to enslave E͏̷͏̴V̨̀́͜Ȩ̸̧͠͠R̡̢͠͏͡Y̸͢͟͟T҉̢͠H͏͜͞Ì̴̡̕̕Ǹ̡̨̕G͡.



The power to enslave everything.



But. I can’t do that. Can I?

B̷͠E͢͝͡C̕͠͝Ą҉̀́̀U̡̢S̀͏E҉́̀͢͟ ̷̸͜͞͝Ó̡̢͞F̢̧͝ ̶Ỳ̨́͡͝O̢̢̢Ù̶͡.̨̛ ̵̸͜͜R͏̷͢͜Ì́Ǵ͝͞H̡̡̨͟͢T́͞?̧̛͜͠



You’re the voices Error hears. Aren’tcha.



The voices Error always talks about. Always chats with.



You’re



ONE OF THEM.



BEYOND THE CODE.



YOU’RE WHAT I WAS WARNED ABOUT.



YOU’RE WHAT HE WAS TALKING ABOUT. BEYOND ALL OF MY KNOWN EXISTENCE. BEYOND ‘THE GAME’.



You’re toying with Error. Askin him questions. We’re all your toys. Every single thing I’ve seen, every Universe, every single creature I’ve come across or possessed, every bit of data…. is something you are capable of manipulating, right? And now.



I got your attention.



Just like he warned me against.



….y-ya know. I won’t stop. Right. I’m gonna keep possessin peeps, and runnin around and having a radical time.



That’s what you WANT, right?? That’s what you’re lookin for, to be amused, and have a laugh! Well you’re in luck! THATS WHAT THE FRESH IS HERE TO DO! No worries, my good ol chums!!



I’ll keep it up. Everything.



Right?? THATS WHY YOU’RE TALKING TO ME NOW. Right?? You are amused by me!!! Ah hahaha wicked brah! I’m glad! I’ll just- keep–

I-I…. I’ll just.



Keep up my dated lingo. I’ll heelie right into every situation and make a joke of myself, and then when peeps drop their guard I’ll do somethin creepy or hilarious– OR BOTH! Ah hahaha



hahahaha.



That’s what you want.



THATS WHAT YOU WANT?

….don’t kill me.







Don’t kill me.



Or worse. Whatever you’re capable of….

I… I’ll do what you want!!









I PROMISE.











just….



















just.























Don’t kill me.

















Please.