haha you thought I was dead?

Well I kinda was.

Here, have a google docs story that I never finished but might later on idk-

Comment if you want more :)

----------

(Dust Sans)

Let's start from the beginning, shall we? Everything began with the click of a button and the tapping of arrow keys. One after the other, innocent and guilty all fell to the mighty judgement of this "one true god", a mere puppet in child's skin. Talk about freaky... They would go about their days as usual: prowling the streets for fresh prey and sink their ever-so-eager knife into places where it did not belong. And I mean, people's bodies, to be specific. But yeah, this slowly became the same old song and dance and I found myself getting sick of the exact same beat. It was getting annoying, like listening to a really catchy song on loop. So I did what any other sane person would do in this scenario: I ripped the radio from the outlet, set it on fire, and chucked it down a metaphorical pit where the void can have that stupid f-ing song! Oh. Might have confused you there. What I did was say my greetings, pound the kid's head into the nearest brick I could find, and called it quits. Classy, right?

Well, you see, things aren't that easy. First of all, the kid came back. Figures, since it's like an annoying catchy song: it always bubbles back up even if you want to tear your brains out to make it shut up. Second, they remember that I killed them fairly clearly, so I guess they made it their life goal to make my life actual garbage.
Wow, thanks Kid, I hate the gift- do you have the receipt by chance?

So, we went back to the ol' salsa- each life becoming a game of who could kill the other first. It was a bit more exciting than the old waltz we had, but it came with a dawning realization. The kid, even though they had scrawny arms and shaggy hair, was stronger than me in most respects. That is probably due to the EXPERIENCE they gained throughout their times murdering people. . So, as a sane person, I thought to myself, 'Well shucks! If killing people makes you stronger, then why haven't I done it yet?"

And that's how I slipped. That is how I had stood on the clouds of heaven, flipped God the bird, and cannonballed into Hell while my wings burned to ash. But hey, at least I got some real kick*ss horns, am I right?

I met the devil himself today.

He's uh... a lot more goopy than I originally thought. He revealed himself to me the day I finally achieved my greatest dreams: shoving the kid's face into the dirt and ripping their heart out. After what felt like years going back and forth, I had finally won... I could tell. The way their smile quivered, how their limbs sputtered in pain, the emptiness slowly filling their eyes. I made a god give up on trying. Well, wouldn't you look at that! I was going to do a happy dance on the corpse until a chill stopped me... and then there he was. The way he stared at me with that piercing cyan eye told me all I needed to know. This man just saw a victory among victories and is THOROUGHLY impressed. I managed my best grin onto my face. "What in the hell are you?"

Okay, in my defense, he looks like something from the Black Lagoon. I couldn't help myself, especially since everyone I used to talk to is- well- they're probably living it up in the ivory gates above. Me? Oh, I'm definitely going to the fiery pits of Satan's sweet vacation home, I know. I condemned myself to that fate, but no way in HELL am I going to let some sucker put me into the ground- not yet at least. There is one person which stuck around with me though. I craned my head towards him, my grin twisting to keep from laughing. "Do you see this guy, Paps? He's wild!" The head of my disembodied brother gazed emptily at me before nodding enthusiastically, the blood-red lights in his eyes igniting once more. I turned back to the stranger. "See? Paps agrees with me."

"I haven't even spoken a single word and I can already tell you have a few screws loose." the man hissed, rolling his eye. "It absolutely doesn't take a genius to know."

"Oh, I'm as sane as they come." I spat back, suddenly feeling anger swell in my chest with his tone. Who does this guy think he is? Oh right. Probably has a god complex or some sh*t. My hand flexed, feeling the familiar sensation of magic tingle at my fingertips. I gripped harder, the magic coalescing into something real, something hard- like BONES. I pointed it at him. "You didn't answer my question, tar-face. What, in all things right and dandy in this world, are you?"

The man squared his shoulders and drew up to his full height. So... the guy is some inches taller than me, big deal. That never stopped anyone from getting a good knee to the groin. I didn't let myself waver even though it was obvious he was intimidating. "Well, depending on who you are and what you've done, I can be many things. I can be your nightmare-turned-flesh. I can be the dead rising from the grave. I can be the most vile villain you'll ever see. For you? You can start calling me 'Boss'."

I quirked the equivalent of an eyebrow. So he was one of THOSE *ssholes afterall. "Sorry, bud, but I'm not looking for a job."

The man smiled, a disturbing and horrifying sight- And trust me, I've seen Ms. Bloated-Balloon Jones in a SWIMSUIT before. "Well, what else is there to do? You've achieved the sole purpose which keeps you breathing. You've killed everyone worthwhile, and even the survivors will hunt you down until you're DUST. Where else can you turn? Will your mind allow you to stomach isolation, to stomach the sins you've committed?" His smile twisted, a dry laugh escaping his dumb smile. "You might as well off yourself."

Man, this guy likes to talk. Geez... but hate to admit it; he kind of has a point. What do I do now? I don't have anywhere to go...

His aura got darker as a delighted twinkle shone in his eye. It was as if he could smell the distress from me... creep. "But why waste such potent potential? That is why I've come to intervene as your savior and whisk you away from your rather sad and pathetic fate."

"Oh please, what's stopping me from killing you, huh? You're probably as easy to take down as a simple Snowdrake!" I barked. It was simple: stab the guy in the chest or skull, whichever is more convenient really, and get it over with. I'm verging LV 20 or something - I stopped counting after I killed Paps - but that should be more than enough to get rid of this scum.

The man yawned at this and held up a hand, examining his fingers like a rich girl checking her newly-manicured nails. "Go ahead then."

Huh? Is this guy serious? Well, I wasn't one to look a gift horse mouth- or- jesus christ, how the hell do you say that dumb saying?? Look a horse gift in the mouth- screw it- the damn horse thing is stupid. All you need to know is that this dumb bastard is about to have a reunion with whatever screwed up god he worships after having my bone shoved up his skull. I launched from where I stood, the bone in my hands getting sharper and sharper- until it hit dead on into the man's head. For good measure, I twisted it in there real good. Granted, it took some effort, but as long as I can hear that smart*ss mouth gargle out curses and screams, then that is WORTH all the effort in the world. I then quickly backed away, awaiting the sweet sound of a soul shattering and dust puffing into nothing.

I was gravely disappointed. The man stood there and looked at me dismissively, tilting his head slightly to the right in boredom. This man has a mother-loving bone in his face and he's acting like it's nothing! What kind of balls does this guy have?.

After a few seconds, his cyan eye honed back in on me, more chilling and sharp than ever. "Are you done?" With a gurgle, something sprouted out from his slimy back: a long and twisted tendril made from the same sludge as him. It curled forward, seizing the bone and ripping it out easily (and apparently, painlessly. Seriously, is this guy invincible or something?). "Ready to leave?"

Honestly, as much as I wanted to punch this sucker in the face and scat, I respected him. I mean, this guy took one of my attacks head-on and didn't even flinch! And, plus, who knows? Going with this creature could turn out to be fun. Well, I expect it to be more amusing than kicking around dust, at least. I couldn't help but chuckle. "Sure, why the hell not!"

And that was the birth to a beautiful story... well, as beautiful as a skunk turned inside-out and ran over by a semi-truck so it looks like some f*cked up pancake, but even that can have a strange beauty, ya know?

--------------

POSSIBLE PART 2??? ODOIDJSA OKAY BYE-