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[The whole world is ending.

Or something like that, he's guessing. Everyone's panicking, everything's burning, and people are running around like Icecaps with their hats off. Chaotic is a word for it. Amusing is another. Either way, there's a skeleton on your video feeds now. He looks just like the skeleton a lot of you are bound to know, save for maybe the look in his eyesockets. It's not the typical world-weary apathy that's more reminiscent of good old Sans. It's more like there's just an emptiness, bleak and cold. But even that's pretty hard to gauge; it ain't like the reading of skeletal facial expressions is common talent down here. Though the, uh, rather sizable crack in his skull, netted just along the ridges of his left eyesocket, might be pretty indicative that this ain't the same Sans.

From the angle of the video, it's clear that he's standing outside the charred remains of Tranquility's temple. He's got plenty of Faith that the decor will be perfect for the tone he's going for.

He looks pretty happy.

There's something very liberating about having reached The End. A number swells, and then it increases. And the last piece slots into place, the last sliver of anything resembling remorse boiled off and burned away.

It's not long now. But he's got one last task ahead of him before, at least, he and his ilk find their much-awaited sleep.]

So I've got a question for ya.

[His tone is a neutral, rumbling drawl, utterly placid and philosophical.]

Did anybody here really buy that innocent, bumbling comedian shtick?

[He opens a hand. A thin white trickle of something hisses out between his phalanges, rattling to the ground in a grainy patter of falling motes. He waits until the last of it whispers to the ground, softly, before flicking the last of it from his fingertips and continuing.

It's dust. Three guesses as to the monster it belongs to.]

Well, what can I say? I'm here to bring forth some revelation. Anybody stupid enough to buy that little act of his...

[He grins, wide - wider. No, w i d e r. And his sockets go pitch-dark, until it's like staring into a pair of black holes. A glacial bite creeps over his tone, razor-thin, the edges filed off, almost like there's something jagged and seriffed curving along the tips of the words.]

Allow me to prove you wrong.

[There's a low, dark chuckle, and the feed cuts out. He's looking for a FIGHT all right, and he won't be sated until he gets it. So come down to Tranquility's in fifteen minutes if u want an ass kicking. "Sans" here is delivering, and will continue to do so right up until his time is up.]

[[ooc: responses will come from

fibia! Feel free to action things up so you can drag this edgelord to hell and back lol he deserves it.]]

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Hearing you say that makes me feel all cozy inside.

[It's exciting at least to Tyki. He has no idea what Sans is capable of. That 'act' is all he's seen. Yet he still feels rather invincible and confident.]

I want to see it all. [His next step kicks off instantly as his power surges him forward towards Sans. Dark Matter explodes down his arm, thick and coursing like liquid fire and with a hiked first he'll aim for that pretty grin of his.]

[Welp, this sure is expected as all hell. He ain't rightly sure how to categorize the stuff that coils out from his arm, molten and looking about ready to eat him alive. Bottom line is that Sans ain't there to take the hit when it comes. He blips to Tyki's left, and hurls a gauntlet of radiuses. Should Tyki jump and twist in the right manner, he can miss every one of 'em.

Should he suffer a hit, he'll find that those bones are full of a pink and poisonous KARMA that'll eat away at him the longer he stays in contact with any one of those attacks.]

[Tyki would be more than willing to show him up close and personal if he wants a better look yet if it is not the real Sans he wouldn't take nearly as much care in being gentle. His grin cracks wide across his face when he's not there. Oho, he was hoping this wouldn't be easy.

Not a strategist or an analyzer he's not taking that moment to look over any of his attacks. He's just taking it as the radiuses pass through his body. It's a direct hit. Well, that is if it actually touched him. He's standing there with a whistle of being somewhat impressed and he'll take a step outwards to pull himself free with not a single scratch.] Heh, I'd imagine that would've actually hurt.

I wouldn't sing your praises just yet, pal.

[That's right - this is the guy who phases in and out of matter easy as you please, just because he can. Time to pick up the slack somewhat. The next attack intermingles blue attacks with white ones, sweeping at him in seemingly random patterns.

Those frequencies modulated enough for ya?]

That's a shame. I rather love hearing about myself in song. [Not that it happens often.

He's standing still so he's unaware of the danger as each bone passes right through him that is until he leaps forward with every intention of just burning right through it. The sudden hit is staggering and takes him by surprise enough to make him actually dodge the next set of bones. He's swerving so quickly off to the side the ground breaks under his raw power. His eyes flick backwards towards what passed him with wild curiosity. It's enough to take his eyes off Sans for the moment.

Oho, he's sure that isn't Innocence. It can't be. He would at least have some feeling of it coming from somewhere.] Ow.

[Bingo.

Trouble is, he can't be rightly certain that bustin' out every trick he has in his book is gonna get him anywhere. That's how it worked with the kid Sans so foolishly ingratiated himself with, and that's how it'll work here, he's doubly certain. Showing your hand, even in pieces, just allows people to develop ways to counteract it.]

What'sa matter?

[He grins, cockily, and tips his skull to one side. Another burst of bones erupts from either side of Tyki in bristling, bullet-like droves.]

Didn't anybody ever teach you about blue attacks?

I'm afraid I missed that class, buddy. [He hasn't been hurt in a few months at least. Nothing bites quite like the sting of Innocence seeing as that was his polar opposite. If Sans knew he could likely imagine what a shock it is.

He's on guard now which makes him a little less cocky and a little more focused and he has a feeling it has something to do with those blue bones. They were the only factors that were new. Not to mention the smug bastard pretty much announces it outloud. He sneers pointedly at Sans. Well, then. Time to keep cheating.

Tyki's body drops suddenly straight into the ground in the best option to avoid those bones. If he's not sure exactly what is dangerous he's not going to take that chance again. Sans is likely aware enough to sense that sudden shift in the ground under his feet as Tyki reaches up for anything he can grab with his Power to Chose. He's going right for his spine since he's not quite sure if Sans has a heart or any sort of organs. If his hand manages to phase through Sans before the skeleton cheats again it'll tingle for sure. It's likely not every day someone can just reach right into a body.]

[The guy clips on through the game, like he's some kinda of glitch. Is that, uh - too on the nose, maybe? There's a brief itch as his hand brushes Sans's spine - literally reached into him, which is definitely a first, but then Sans ain't there anymore. He blips a few yards away, and then he pulls another trick outta his sleeve.

He turns Tyki's SOUL blue.]

There, see? Now you match.

[That's a nice extra dose of gravity rooted into ya, Tyki. Hope you don't mind. And with a swing of Sans's left hand, he aims to send him crashing into the cave's ceiling at top speed.]

[It's accurate. The whole Noah family is a glitch in the system. A hidden gene that awakens in select people.

That's right. Show him everything. If this double was accomplishing anything it was at least going to make him a little more obsessed with lurking after Sans.

His eyes are down again towards his chest until gravity is heavier and he finds himself slower. It stops him from immediately rebounding after the cheater. He's not too worried that is until he sees the ceiling. He's made several attempts to just walk right through it on many occasions. Under his feet he's reacting immediately to choose not to touch the air. When he actually hits the ceiling it is a lot less of an impact than intended. He can just feel what could've been coursing through his legs.] Hnngh, while I enjoy it rough I don't think I'm entirely being fair in return. [He doesn't want to be entirely on the defensive which is why both hands are out with building Dark Matter and two twin blasts will charge straight at his faux buddy down below.]

You like it rough, do ya?

[Honestly, this guy couldn't give a good god damn what Tyki might be learning from him. If it wrecks the real Sans's life in the future? Heh, good. Fuck him up. He deserves it.

More boiling bolts of something dark and seething tunnel down on him. He skips through space and ends up a bit away. Unless those are homing, he can keep dodging and dodging, if he has to.

Sans's smirk is ruthless.]

All righty. I can do rough.

[Buckle up, Tyki. You're gonna go for a bit of a ride. He's gonna lob him up against every wall and surface he can, switching up the gravity every so here and again, and he's gonna throw up a line of bones just after every impact - just for funsies.

Have fun.]

[They are not homing which means each skip just causes them to tear and blast their way into whatever they hit where he last was. It's destruction and he doesn't care. The area is already a mess and he didn't give two shits about any temple.

Yet the sudden snap of his fingers to draw attention to what is inside of him causes several large mature Tease to emerge from his body. They are roughly five times the size of his normal Tease with different appearance from the standard black and purple. Dark Matter is already charging from their open mouths. Those are trained to follow Sans with constant firing blasts compared to the little ones that were just ravenous and wanted to feast.

If he wasn't so battleworn this might actually hurt enough to stall him. Then again, he hasn't been actually hit in a while other than Kanda's sword. It takes a lot of effort to stall himself from hitting the wall then pay attention to any bones after every impact.

He's no ones ragdoll though as his feet dig into the air and with a firm activation of his Power to Choose he's shoving off from a point in the air towards the ground. Energy is gathering all around him now as not only just his arms but now his torso, throat and full body are being covered in that Dark Matter. He's resisting more and more. Just feel that spike of energy.] I didn't know you cared.

[Hands outwards hundreds of immature Tease escape his body and flood after Sans ready to feast. They'll eat anything even bones. The few that start to glow plunge themselves against the raising bone attacks to tear and rip or just plain die.]

[The battlefield already looks pretty beaten up from the ringer he put Yukari through, but that don't matter much. Then Tyki summons some "blasters" of his own, and they've got more sentience than any Blasters Sans might have at his disposal. Don't speak real good for his odds. Still, he don't have much to lose, does he?

It's the End.

He lays down some perpetual bone attacks to keep the Teases off his back for the moment, fences of bones that go ripping at the Dark Matter before it reaches him. A few of 'em fall prey to the streams of the stuff, and it eats 'em into nothingness right quick.

His hold slips off Tyki's SOUL. Guess he must've knocked himself outta this plane, or whatever the hell. Don't much matter.]

I don't.

[He grins. That supposed to impress him?

At this rate he'll have to focus more on defense than offense, and who's got time for that? Abruptly, he drops all his attacks, blipping outta the vicinity.

He nips into one of the less battle-worn buildings - always pays to have a good barrier between yourself and your enemy - and takes a moment to take note of the coursing blackness spilling out across the scorched battlefield. Tracks each of 'em with bright lights in his eyesockets.

He darts out again, and reappears a ways away. There's more where those tricks of his came from, you see.

There's the raging roar and hum of something igniting, and a Blaster springs into existence with a gaping bifurcated jaw and a bright gush of hot energy that pours over and over Tyki in a concentrated burst. Even if Tyki Chooses to ignore it, it'll burn away that Dark Matter at its conception.]

[He has thousands of Tease in his body from the zombie event a while back where he was able to just feed them and let them breed endlessly for new ones. There are less of the 'blaster' type as they unfurl wave after wave of Dark Matter towards Sans until he's just gone again.

They're like bloodhounds and can follow scents they a chance to get use to. Thankfully Sans has a giant building to avoid them for the moment. They'll find him eventually but then he's out again with something new and it perks his interest long enough to take a moment to think of whether he should get out of the way or not. He takes the gamble and tries to avoid most of it as the tail end of his Dark Matter just flowing off his body is erased entirely and he's glancing back at the lasting damage.

Ah, so it's come to this. The pinnacle moment where he has to actually be a little serious. He's stopping entirely as his hand raises towards Sans once more yet instead of the Dark Matter building there it stays straight out and still.] Mmm, I see I have to end you to make it all stop. I'm not doing him any favors regardless. You're not sticking around. I could just let you have fun but... I'll show you what I am fully capable of now.

Reject~ [His voice is a little lower and a tad bit colder than the usual playful and malicious. The sudden burst of energy from his hand pillars out in a wide oval yet instead of Dark Matter the area in front of him just becomes irrationally still. The black void extends fast and furious outwards around the entire area in front of him.

It's a large vacuum forming right in front of him and outwards towards Sans and further. Rapid and accelerated by the minute it covers 100ft in just two. The air dissipates as he's rejected the atmosphere in that area completely and it is rapidly removing oxygen entirely as the pressure becomes unreal.]

[At least he wiped that smug disposition from him, just for a second. Totally worth it, right?

Totally...worth it...

Yeah.

Totally.]

[It's possible he may have made an error.]

[Never mind that he don't have lungs. That don't seem to make much of a difference. The expansion of the area is too fast and maybe - maybe if he was desperate, if he had the kinda self-preservation his real life counterpart does, he'd have a chance.

But it's the End. It's...

It's a fitting End, he imagines. A poetic justice. And he's gonna go out, and he's gonna make sure that when the guy wakes up, as he inevitably will, he'll wake up with the most protracted, agonizing death imaginable rattling about in his skull.

Just before it engulfs him, he shoots Tyki a cold, devilish grin.]

Thanks, pal.

[Inches away, screaming at him with an empty desolation that must'a shaken ̵͕͛̈́ ̆̃̓̓͒̀҉̡̤̯ͅ ̗͙͚̻̐ͫ̎͠ ̙͕̜͖̙̭̦ͬ͛͋̈́̿ͅ ̡̛̦͕̥̲̺̠̹͌͐̄̈́̅ ̡̟̳̂̄ͣͤ͒͐͡ ̵͙̞̲͙͓̹̫͛̓͒͝͠ͅ ̺͙̝̯͖̰̯̮͌͛́͐̉̆͞ ̾ͭ̊̅ͣ̚͏̶̺̬͈̲̪̱̗ ̭͓̩̥̞̮̻ͫ̑̾ͦͪ͌̚ ̛̓̅͌҉͓̙͕̗͎̥̬͓̀ ̝̮͚ͧ͑̏̈́ down to his bones. Was he afraid, he wonders scornfully, briefly? Was he scared as he felt it happening? Too bad for the doc, then, that he never bothered to crest that LOVE about his SOUL. There's only a grim, serene knowing that he's done what he came here to do.]

Sans always wanted to go to space.

[The pressure slams over his bones, grinding them into nothingness, in the span of what can't be more than a few seconds. But time, time is a funny thing, 'specially as you're dying. It's watching all that HP roar down faster than somethin' infused with all the KR in his arsenal. It's tipping his skull back, smiling, ruthlessly, and seeing his dust wick away into nothingness as he dissipates, piece by piece.]

[GAME OVER]

[Yeah, yeah that grin is entirely gone as there is a firm line on his face as he watches the entire thing unfold. He's quite pleased but too concentrated on what he should be doing over what he is doing.

Sans was something even more interesting now that he had him right where he wanted him and his fingers curled the more concentrated his power grew within that vacuum.

Sad thing is he almost expected him to escape like he had before. A monster knew a monster well just as a cheater knew how to cheat another cheater. He's waiting and watching for it to happen.

But it doesn't come. It's a dull and then relaxed blink of realization that he's won and for a moment there is that sense of battle high from a well won fight. That is until the skeleton speaks and that high drains instantly. He's not aware or sure if anyone will remember what their doubles did. If when and if their bodies merge will they remember everything. Yet it tugs a little towards the heart and humanity he shouldn't have.

He likes Sans even if it is all an act.

The taste of victory is bitter as his vacuum recedes and his Power to Chose wanes leaving the spot there on the ground hollow from tear and misuse. His eyes lower towards the dust on the ground as it drifts away from the dying outside winds of the vacuum.

He's won. There's no need to stay so he simply doesn't.]

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