"She enjoyed the killing. Perhaps it was sadistic, but it was what she was meant to do. She killed, and she killed, and she killed."
exactly like Mulan
Before the End: A Finis Work
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Oromisthegreat wrote:
I see the theme of a crossover of Mulan and Narnia here. That mostly says it all.
I haven't seen Mulan. Narnia is a good book series, though.
ChessNerd1320 wrote:
"She enjoyed the killing. Perhaps it was sadistic, but it was what she was meant to do. She killed, and she killed, and she killed."
exactly like Mulan
No I meant the last part of the movie where she made all the plans to stop the army— in this case the quartet.
Also who noticed I skipped Chapter 5
No one
Chapter 8: Francis Scott Key
Francis Scott Key was no politician. He was a patriot and a proud American, but he was no politician. How he’d managed to become the leader of his nation, he had no idea.
The universe that his country was a part of was right along the border of the Iron Curtain Stalin had set up. They stood there, tall and proud against the encroaching hoard of communism.
It had been quite a surprise when King Ryan himself called him in. What purpose did he have in the grand schemes of the multiverse? Why did one of the two most powerful men want to speak with him?
Apparently, the King had seen potential in him. Francis had been promoted into third-in-command and began to undergo serious training, in order to gain strength.
It was as though his will and his love for his country manifested itself into real power. An energy that he could manipulate so long as his strength did not falter. A flag with stars and stripes on it, a musket, an ordinary sword. That was all he needed.
He went out and fought in battles, supporting the preferred side in the proxy wars against Stalin. The reincarnated King Harold and the incredibly strong Chuck Norris became his strongest allies and best friends. They were a trio, those three. They covered each other’s weaknesses and boosted each other’s strengths: a true team. It wasn’t crafted in a lab or indoctrinated into them as children. It was just there.
To Francis, this was nothing new. He was used to relying on willpower and determination to defeat a technologically superior force. It was how he helped his country reach independence, after all.
And that was his story. That was his life.
OOO
It was just another day. King Ryan had called in Francis, probably sending him off to one battle or another.
The golden throne room was absolutely enormous. It seemed as though every enormous throne room was constructed by the same architect, because they all looked identical. If that was true, they really needed to find some inspiration, because their creativity was truely lacking.
“Francis,” King Ryan asked.
“Yes, my king?”
“There’s a whole bunch of strange activity going on in your very own country. I’m asking you to go investigate it. Use any amount of force you deem necessary.”
“Just me, sire?”
“I’m sending Chuck and the Old King along with you at the nearest opportunity. Don’t worry.”
“As you like it, sire.”
OOO
And so it would be that Francis would return to his home world. It didn’t seem that anything was amiss, which was a bit alarming. A flat, open plain everywhere. Visibility was high, everything was clear, yet nothing seemed wrong, which did, in fact, indicate that something was definitely wrong.
Suddenly, Francis heard the sound of chattering. It sounded like a whole chorus was chanting something behind him.
“Fin. Fin. Fin.”
Francis turned, and where there was nothing before, now dozens of short, squat, dark creatures in cloaks stood. They shuffled towards him mindlessly, chanting the same one-syllable word under their breath.
Francis drew his sword. These things, whatever they were, definitely looked hostile. And if it was a fight they wanted, well, it was a fight that they’d get.
I’ve heard the name Francis Scott Key somewhere.
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hitthepin wrote:
Also who noticed I skipped Chapter 5
And chapter 7
rickzhang1977 wrote:
hitthepin wrote:
Also who noticed I skipped Chapter 5
And chapter 7
And chapter 7.
Chapter 10: Corrupted Sans
All power comes with a price.
Some gain their power by birthright. They have to live with a thing that they don’t understand, permanently. Others obtain it through intense training. The price there is paid in sweat, blood, and tears. Still others attempt to artificially install it. Something gets lost along the way when that happens, though. It’s never easy.
Take Corrupted Sans. Once upon a time, he wasn’t Corrupted Sans. He was simply a normal Sans, one of many Sanses across the wide, wide multiverse. There wasn’t anything particularly special about him.
The human had chosen to repeat a genocide run, over and over again. Each time, Sans tried to stop them, and each time, he failed. He was strong, yes, but he could not stand up to the power of determination. They were stronger than him.
Each time, Sans didn’t quite perfectly forget everything. He’d always find little clues out and about, things that seemed out of place. They’d help remind him of what was going on. Did he place those himself, in a different timeline? Was some other force at work here? Sans did not know.
It eventually got to the point where he was constantly racing against the clock in each timeline, trying to find something, anything that could stop the human. He inevitably failed, being given only a couple hours at most before it was time for the next inevitable fight.
Oh, those fights. Sans never tried any harder. He never tried to not show up, or to go off-script. Then, the human would know something was up. Better to just keep them in the dark about his intentions for as long as possible, no matter how many times he would have to die for that to happen.
Timelines passed. The knife of the child rose and fell, rose and fell. And all the while, Sans searched, until he finally discovered where he could find the power that he needed to stop the madness.
OOO
“Do you want to have a bad time? Because if you take another step forward,”
The human had already taken another step forward, which was unusual. What was more unusual was the sight of Sans clutching a vial filled with red liquid in his phalanges.
“You’re not gonna like what happens next.”
Sans chugged it down. Pure determination, taken from the secret sub-basement of the True Lab. Honestly, he had no idea it even existed. Alphys hid it so well that it took hundreds of timelines to find it.
The skeleton began to convulse. He closed his eyes as the human stabbed at him.
He automatically dodged to the side without spending a single ounce of effort.
Sans opened his eye. The one on the left was glowing a fiery, hellish red.
The human gritted their teeth and went in for another attack, only to immediately be impaled with bones out of nowhere, then shot to pieces with a Gasterblaster.
The red heart appeared, shattering into a million pieces.
“Heh, heh.” Sans spoke aloud. Since he appeared to be alone, one might assume that he was going insane, but he was most definitely not alone. “I’m the most determined being, now. The reset button.” He pulled it out of his jacket pocket and waved it. “Is mine.”
Immediately after this braggadocious boast, Sans dropped to his knees. This was what he was afraid of. His body was melting, unable to handle the power he’d placed in it.
Sans had died before, but this was far more painful than anything the human had unleashed. It felt like he was being stabbed with knives all over, constantly.
There was only one person he knew who could solve this.
OOO
Waterfall
The door that wasn’t supposed to be there appeared. Sans stumbled inside, trying to hold his rapidly collapsing body together.
The figure in the dark cloak who spoke in hands stood there, smiling, as though it had been patiently waiting for the skeleton this entire time.
“Hey… I kinda need some help…”
“ ☟︎☜︎☼︎☜︎ “
Suddenly, Sans was not collapsing and dying. The power of determination was no longer consuming him.
He turned to thank his savior, but the latter was already gone.
OOO
Sans - now Corrupted Sans - would leave Snowdin. He buried himself in that sub-basement in the True Lab that he knew no one else could reach.
He had changed. He was now a threat to his family and friends, and he knew it. This was how things had to be.
It was almost a relief when the darkness came for him. He’d won, but it didn’t feel like a victory. He almost wished that he’d died before getting corrupted, so he wouldn’t have to live like this.
And now, here was this… thing. It looked threatening and evil. Surely, it would kill him.
It did not.
Nice
Snas Megalovania
I thought corrupted sans was a she...
Sad
very cool togepi
and why did you think that, oka
because snas is usually a she CN
it's a well known fact
It’s how I see it.