Mabey you could wright a Dusttale sans and genocide sans fight? I feel Like it's be interesting to see how sans feels about himself being the one who went genocide.
(*Did you guys know that I reallyreallyreally love Dusttale? )
“It’s a beautiful day outside.
Birds are singing…
Flowers are blooming.
…but you already knew that.”
Sans opens his eyesockets, staring at the hooded figure before him. His opponent has a creepy grin permanently plastered on his face, despite the fact that he had just left a trail of dust and despair in his wake.
Of everyone he’s judged, of all the various outcomes he’s experienced, he never in a million timelines saw this coming.
It’s unsettling seeing his own expression mirrored back to him. The only difference is the red eyelights and thick layer of dust clinging to the other’s clothes.
“you know what i’m about to say, dont'cha buddy? you’ve been here before, standing on this side of the judgement hall.”
His Dust Mirror shrugs, seeming so nonplussed by the confrontation. He finally spoke up, “yeah, yeah, burning in hell, broken promises, blah blah. i know the spiel.”
Sans’s fingers clench in his pockets, but he tries to maintain his composure. There’s no mistaking who this skeleton is, and it’s left him rattled.
“ok, so how about something off-script? why did you do it?”
Dust cocks his head slightly to the side, a bony brow quirking. "why’d i go genocide?“ Sans nods, confirming the query. "heh. you already know the answer to that, pal. i got stuck in the loop, same as you… only eventually, my attacks stopped working. i couldn’t kill the kid anymore.” He pauses, his grin widening. "so i knew i just needed some LOVE in my heart to win.“
Sans furrows his brow a little. "what are you talking about? you started killing to beat frisk?”
Dust twitches a little at the name. "no–chara. to beat chara… to save frisk. are you telling me you don’t know?“ He chuckles, shaking his head. Before he continues, however, he looks off to the side, his attention drawn elsewhere. Sans doesn’t see anyone else in the Hall, yet with the way Dust’s head is tilted, it seems as if he’s… listening to someone.
“ok, but even if you beat them, don’t they just RESET?”
Dust nods slightly, but Sans doesn’t think it’s directed at him. "you’re right. he’s so dense. it’s hard to believe i was ever like this.“
Dread began to pit in Sans’s gut. ”…who are you talking to?“
Dust scoffs. "who else? paps.”
Sans’s gaze hardens, the recent loss of his brother biting into his SOUL. "enough talking. you’re nuts, so let’s just get straight to the point.“
With that, Sans opens with a quick attack. A row of bones jutted toward his mirror, followed by several Gaster Blasters, each larger than the last. There was a whirl of magic, building into a whine, before each of their maws opened up to unleash raw energy toward Dust.
Each bone sent Dust’s way was countered with a purple-tinted bone, and when the Gaster Blasters fired, he narrowly teleported directly behind Sans. Anticipating this, Sans teleported to the other side, reversing their positions.
Dust chuckles. "not bad. i mean, you are me, but… heh, i’m stronger than you.”
Sans narrows his gaze, focusing on the other. Instantly, the Check is performed.
* sans 250 ATK 1 DEF
* wanna have a mad time?
* LV 37
Sans is so stunned by the other monster’s LOVE that he barely dodges the purple-tinged bone that abruptly juts from the ground.
Dust’s grin widens as Sans barely dodges being skewered. He had felt the Check, and he knew what the other would see, knew how it would quite literally rattle his bones.
HE WASN’T EXPECTING YOU TO BE SO DETERMINED, BROTHER! YOU CAN FINISH HIM OFF NO PROBLEM!
Dust glances toward the floating form of Papyrus, his bust slightly opaque, but highlighted by the bright, wafting scarf cinched around his neck.
“you’re right, paps. he’s only got 1 hp still… and we all know he can’t dodge forever.”
Sans shudders, his smile tighter than it’s ever been. “yeah? and you have more than 1 hp?”
Dust’s left eyesocket wisps purple, and he raises his hand. “yep. ya’see, i used to feel like you… so hopeless. but then, i realized what i had to do.”
Sans stares, shaking his skull. Dust unleashes another barrage of bones, and Sans nimbly dodges each with flare, sometimes leaning back, sometimes ducking, sometimes hopping up and doing the splits.
“you had to kill everyone, huh? kill papyrus, too?”
Dust shrugs. “better me killing him than the human. besides… paps is still here.” He tilts his skull toward the side, and while Sans doesn’t see anything there, Dust sees his brother’s phantom bust floating around him, coming over to speak close to the side of his face.
THAT’S RIGHT, BROTHER! I’M PROUD OF YOU FOR FINALLY GETTING OFF YOUR LAZY POSTERIOR AND DOING SOMETHING ABOUT THAT HUMAN! YOU SAVED ALL OF US FROM THEIR KNIFE!
“paps is happier this way. paps understands that i did what’s right.”
Sans rolls his shoulders, chuckling humorlessly. “you’ve become everything you wanted to stop, and you don’t even see it. buddy, i know you’re not that blind. or maybe you really can’t see with your freaky eyes.”
Dust grinned wider. Integrity…. Justice…. who needed those traits when he had Determination? That red tinge to his gaze was just that, shining through. “i can see clearer than i have in hundreds of timelines, pal. besides… don’t act like you’re LOVEless. i’m you, remember?”
Sans gritted his teeth together and snapped his fingers. In an instant, Dust’s SOUL turned blue. “ y o u ‘ r e w r o n g .“ And with hollow, empty sockets, Sans sent Dust flying across the Judgement Hall, into a nearby pillar. Dust chuckled, shaking his head. The attack would have been easy enough to counter, but he wasn’t worried. He hadn’t been lying when he told Sans that he had more than 1 HP, so why not prove it? Why not let him see how much HoPe there was to be gained from his way of handling their mutual problem?
A bone jutted from Dust’s shoulder, jagged and broken. He crushed it in his palm. “still only 1 ATK. you’re pitiful.”
HE’LL NEVER BE AS GOOD AS YOU, SANS! YOU SHOULD JUST KILL THE IMPOSTOR! HE HASN’T EVEN THANKED YOU FOR CLEANING UP HIS TIMELINE!
“heh, hurts a lot, coming from you.” Sans shrugs, his hands still casually in his pockets. “i would never kill paps. i don’t care how many times all of us die. i’ll never stop trying to get through to frisk, and i would never hurt my brother.”
His gaze is hard; his sockets dark. Dust’s shoulders shake briefly, before he starts all-out laughing, holding his sides as he loses his composure. “ah ha… haha… AHAHAHAHAHA! that’s hilarious!” Dust wipes a purple-tinged tear from the rim of an orbit. “never? never ever? sans, buddy, pal–look at me.” He stops laughing to lock gazes with Sans directly.
“y o u a l r e a d y h a v e . ”
Another bone goes through Dust. And then another. And another. Sans rapidly fires them through the other skeleton, while Dust starts cackling again.
“you must really hate yourself, huh? too bad it’ll take you hundreds of…. of….”
Dust trails off, suddenly wobbling. He tries to catch himself on a bone, but ends up landing on his knees on the Judgement Hall.
SANS? SANS, WHAT’S WRONG? BROTHER, ARE YOU ALL RIGHT?
Dust’s vision starts to blur as Sans steps forward, his slippers slapping against the polished floor.
“welp, you know what they say…” He stops right in front of Dust, his grin wide and humorless. “karma’s a bitch.”
Karmic Retribution. Of course. He should have realized what was going on. After all, the the purple tint to his eye was born from that brand of magic.
But he was used to using it against Chara, against their LOVE.
He forgot entirely that his special attack as Judge could be used against him as well.
Dust drops his skull, his reflection staring back at him in the shiny, golden tile. He can see Papyrus, floating beside him with worry weighing heavily on his features. “heh, don’t worry, paps. i’ll see you again soon.”
Dust raises his gaze to Sans, listening to the sound of a Gaster Blaster whirling to life from somewhere off to his right.
“get the hell out of my timeline, and don’t come back.”
A smirk crosses Dust’s face. “don’t worry. we’ll meet again soon.”
“only next time, it’ll be when you’re looking in a mirror.”
And then the Gaster Blaster turns him into nothing but dust, while Sans grimly watches.
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I’m going to start including that at the bottom of all my imagines, if I can. )