20, 40, 46? :)
40. which one of your stories would you most like to see as a movie/series?
SSLL. I mean, it’s basically a reverse-harem anime as it is. xD
46. share a scene of a story that you haven’t published yet
“why would you ever come back, kid?”
Her smile was small–soft and slightly uneasy. “For the longest time, I thought it had just been a nightmare. I thought I had hallucinated the entire thing… No one would believe me. I began to wonder if I was insane.”
Her chocolate gaze flickered up, straying from the intensity of his dilated eyelight, to the glaring crack in the top of his skull, before quickly amending her slip. It was too late, however; he caught the pity that had flickered across her expression. There was an apology somewhere on the tip of her tongue.
There was also a flash of a memory that made his skull ache. A scene of her with a face softened by youth, staring at him from across an immaculately-set table, the flickering candlelight highlighting the tear tracks and the tremble to her lip.
The fragment slipped through the cracks in his memory, too quickly for him to make sense of whether it was an actually memory or just some sort of delusion.
“I came back because I finally got your voicemail… and I wanted to make things right.”
Sans rocked forward, his tight grin becoming manic. “you know… they say doin’ the same thing over and over again and expectin’ different results is the very definition of insanity, pal.”
Her brow furrowed, and her lips parted to voice some sort of query–but all that came out was some sort of strangled, shuddering gasp. Wide-eyed, she stared down at the bone protruding from her chest; impaled on the jagged end was her bright red SOUL, severed in half.
“Sans…” Disbelief filled the single syllable she managed to rasp before the little heart shattered. He closed his eyes just he heard the crunch of her body hitting the snow.
When he opened them, the scene had RESET. She was standing just past the door to the Ruins, and he was concealed in the shadows of the barren trees. The human clutched her chest, gasping at the phantom injury. He stepped forward, easily snapping a thick branch beneath his slipper to announce his presence, and her head snapped up. He expected to see fear in her gaze–for her to scramble back through the snow and plead for the old goat to open back up. Or, hell, for her to take off running, maybe try shouting for his brother.
Instead, she looked at him directly, her gaze steady and filled with something he hadn’t seen Underground since she waltzed right through the barrier with the last of their Hope.
His shoulders started shaking. It started as a tremble at first, making him clench his teeth. Then, it started growing. His fingers clenched into the front of his shorts.
“I guess we’re both insane, then, huh?” she voiced, spreading her arms out to her sides. There was the barest of wavers to her soft tone, belying her courage.
It was just enough to make him lose his composure and start outright laughing.
He tipped his skull back, and he ran a hand over the top of his skull, phalanges grazing the wound that would never heal. He guffawed harder than he had over anything in years.
She was right. Of course they were both insane. Who willingly throws themselves into the pits of hell–except for someone completely off their rocker? And she still had her power to RESET the timeline? That was hilarious!
And Sans, well… She was about to learn that his changes weren’t limited to being superficial.
“welp, once a judge, always a judge…” he murmured under his breath once his laughter finally subsided and he was able to get himself somewhat under control. There was a brightness to his eyelight that seemed to unsettle her; once again, she found her gaze drifting.
Sans held a hand out and conjured an elongated femur bone, the head of which was long, flat, and dangerously sharp.
Her arms fell to her sides, and hesitation swept across her features. She couldn’t even keep her voice light as she asked, “…. What’s so funny, Sans? Think of a good joke?”
He chuckled again, but instead of the mirthful guffaws from before, the sound was dark and low. “just thought of somethin’ i wanted to ax you.” In the next moment, he raised the bone ax above his head and leaned forward. His magic flared, and he crossed the meager gap with a shortcut, appearing directly in front of her. Sans was poised to swing, and the human stumbled back, fear finally overtaking her determined stare.
“wanna buy a head dog, frisk?”