TITLE: Megalomania

FEATURING THE CHARACTERS: childe tartaglia, sans undertale

WRITERS: sonny, ares, sonny
RATED ALL AGES
“so…you’ve completed the genocide run.”

Childe grinned maliciously. “Of course. I never back down from a challenge.”

“even when you had previously done the pacifist and neutral routes, you still
decided to go down this path?” Sans’s eyes went blank, losing their pupils.

Shrugging, Childe replied, “What can I say? I’m a completionist.”

Sans sighed, hands hidden in his hoodie pockets. “i thought better of you.”

“Well, you shouldn’t have. Now are you going to fight me, or am I going to have to
make you?”
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Megalovania started playing ominously in the distance as Sans Undertale took a step
forward, the flame in his blue eye directly contrasting the darkness in Childe's.
"Bring it on, kid. You're gonna have a bad time."

It was a sudden explosion of blue. Honestly, although Childe was a completionist,

this part of the story was hard for him. He understood Sans' need to avenge his
brother. It reminded Childe of his own love for Teucer.

It reminded Childe of Ajax... but was Ajax even a part of him anymore? Or was he
washed away, clouded behind the entirety of his sins."

He felt a bone cut across his cheek and grinned in a feral sort of way, eyes
flashing. It was time to activate... afoul Legacy.
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It burned, ripping through his limbs and tearing his skin as his joints molded to
take on an entirely new and larger form. He would have much more defense and
offense this way, at the cost of speed. However, he only had so much time to use it
before it would begin to damage him irreparably.

He and Sans were evenly matched, fighting with all their might, blocking and
dodging like a dance between devils. It felt like hours of battling, wearing each
other down, until finally they both collapsed. Childe exited his Foul Legacy form,
hair plastered to his head, looking like a burst balloon. Sans wasn’t much better,
sweating despite not having skin.

“it seems…we’re at an impasse.”

“You’ve…got that right…”

They panted, staring at each other.

Until suddenly, Childe took off and stabbed Sans in the back with a discarded bone.

“Thank you for the good time,” he remarked, “but I’m afraid your time is up. I need
to go home now.”

With that, he watched as Sans bled out and turned to dust, before walking out of
the castle.

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