Cynesa vs Stanley pines: chapter 2

Welcome back to the sensory deprivation chamber! Allow me to continue to numb your brain with the final chapter of this stupid putrid fanfic!

Chapter 2

Bob the builder, unaware of how to escape this situation, tries to pull out a tool as fast as possible. His feeble attempts get him nowhere, sans already reloaded his gun. Bob the builder has only one option left, to flee. Just then, a fog goes through the whole plain. The rain is silenced, and who else but pepa pig would emerge from the clouds. “You can’t dance; and you can’t beat me either.” She signaled to Bob. bob, understanding exactly what pepa ment, runs away. Sans chuckles, looking at pepa. “You are not a threat. You are nothing.” Pepa looks down, a tear in her eye. “That’s what everyone says, everyone thinks, but they are just projecting themselves onto me. Capitalizing on my weaknesses, my insecurities, only to duct tape their own holes.” She wipes her face, standing in front of sans, only about 5 feet away from him. “But I promise you, they can be teared easily.” In a single jump, she prepares a Kamehameha. Holding it in, changing, suspended from the ground. Sans stays idle. Even after all she has said, there can’t be anything she can do to hurt him. He didn’t use duct tape. He can keep it patched for just a bit longer.

Or so he thought.

Her attack hit like a truck. This little pink pig held her heart in this blast. This was a beam from the inside; made of pure emotion and energy. Sans falls flat. Spitting out skeleton blood. With his dying breath, he makes a promise. “There will always be another…..” pepa looks impatiently. “Another? Another what? Your moments are numbered! Spit it out!” Sans was bothered by her haste, but understood. “Another… mask…” he falls flat, dead.

So in conclusion, Bob the builder/Cynesa was too weak, but their determination called pepa into battle. And since sans/stan pines died, Cyn basically won.