Not Just a Child
Hadrian sprinted towards Sans to find a human child trying to kill Sans. Great. A child, who likely thinks this is a fucking video game.
He used his own magic to stop a hit from the child to Sans
“hadrian?” exclaimed Sans.
The child looked irritated. “Don't get in my way,” hissed the child at Hadrian, before trying to slice Sans again.
Hadrian blinked. “Pardon?”
The child then suddenly threw the knife in hand at Hadrian's head. “Die.”
Hadrian easily dodged, as he summoned the child's knife in his own hand, and pocketed it. “What's with the child?” Hadrian asked towards the skeleton, but he really didn't care who answered.
“so basically, we got this child falling down here around six months ago, and this child is just killing everyone now,” answered Sans with a shrug.
“Please tell me you don't think this is a video game, kid,” sighed Hadrian to the kid.
“Why does it matter?” asked the child, after a moment of silence.
“they probably do,” replied Sans.
“Fucking fantastic,” cursed Hadrian. “Did this kid kill the entire underground almost twenty eight times in this month?” Hadrian really wanted to ask was that if Sans really fucking died around twenty eight times, but that would just be rude.
“maybe,” replied Sans with another shrug, as he dodged the kid from trying to punch him.
Hadrian sighed. “Hey kid, how about we make a deal?”
The child turned to Hadrian, looking as if they wanted to tell Hadrian to say it already.
“You try to kill me, and if you get past me, you get to kill Sansy over there and the rest of the monsters without me ever bothering you.”
The kid narrowed their eyes, before nodding. “Fine, give me back my knife though.”
Hadrian tilted his head. “Sure.” Hadrian then turned to Sans. “Sans, can you step to the side?”
“sure,” replied the skeleton, before teleporting far to the side.
Hadrian threw the knife on the ground, before walking backwards so he could leave space for the child to get the knife.
The child immediately picked up the knife, and charged at Hadrian.
Hadrian hummed, wondering if he should say the spells out loud and perhaps even snap when casting them. This is a child, after all. “Stupify!”
The kid dodged the spell. “Is that all you can do?” taunted the kid, as they charged for another slash.
Hadrian sighed. “Not even slightly.” He snapped before fire appeared around him. It was, of course, Fiendfyre, not that anyone should or will know. Death told Hadrian not to use it, because it could easily burn something to ash, especially with Hadrian’s control over it, but when did he actually listen to the entity?
The kid froze, and backed away. “Now that's just cheating, Mister,” spat the kid.
“Maybe,” hummed Hadrian as he snapped again to disappear the Fiendfyre, and casted a Diffindo, which made a cut on the kid's hand that was holding the knife.
The kid flinched slightly backwards, before throwing the knife.
He casted a Ebublio at the knife as he snapped. “Are you trying to give me back the knife?” The knife in the large bubble only bounced off of Hadrian, before Hadrian made it pop with another snap.
“Shut up!” yelled the kid, irritated and eyes flashing red for a split second, before summoning their knife back in their hand.
Oh, strange. Was the knife so connected to the child that it's now able to be summoned? Why didn't they do that before too?
Hadrian dodged as the kid threw their knife again, aiming at Hadrian's heart. Hadrian blinked, before starting to cast arrows at the kid rapidly, well as fast he could snap, which was around two times per second.
The kid grimaced as they got hit. “Fuck you!” they cursed. The kid summoned their knife, blocking the arrows with it, and popped a few candies in their mouth. That, somehow, healed their injuries and the arrows on them even disappeared. Perhaps it's an effect of the food from here.
“Hm, let's see how you do this,” commented Hadrian, as they used Aguamenti at the kid's face before shooting a Reducto right at their chest.
The kid, despite supposed to be distracted by the water, blocked it with their knife as they spluttered at the water in their face. Their knife didn't disintegrate though. Perhaps it's really tied to their soul. “You're a tough one, aren't you? So determined to kill me?”
Hadrian blinked. Oh that's why the kid was being so careful. They don't have more determination than Hadrian, but how did they know? Is it because of the star checkpoint things?
Hadrian sighed. He didn't want to kill a kid, but since when did anyone care about what they thought. He was here to do his job, and it was to get rid of issues.
Hadrian shot another Aguamenti at the kid's face, not bothering to snap anymore. He dashed toward the kid, casting a Lumos on his right pointer finger, making the kid temporarily blind, before an Avada Kedavera with no chance to dodge. The kid fell flat on the ground.
“And I believe this is permanent,” hummed Hadrian, staring at the dead kid.
“my bro and everyone else is still dead though,” said Sans, walking over toward Hadrian.
“I’ll do a reset.”
“Oooh, hey Hady!” greeted Flowey, popping out the ground.
“You're too late for the show,” deadpanned Hadrian, turning to Flowey.
The flower turned to the dead kid. “Well, their death was meant to be.”
“yup,” agreed Sans.
“Oh hey, the smiley trashbag is also here.” Flowey waved a vine towards Sans.
“and the smiley flower is also here,” added Sans.
Hadrian sighed. They were never going to stop arguing with each other. “I'm going to reset before leaving.” He turned to Flowey. “If something happens like that again, call me.”
Flowey nodded. “Alrighto.” The flower practically had Hadrian on speed-dial anyway, and often the speed-dials are the reason why Hadrian remembers about their meetings anyway.
Hadrian felt the flower wasn't going to do it, but whatever. He needed to get back to Death for reporting, and perhaps talk to Fate about what the fuck did the monsters to deserve this.
Hadrian apparated to the starting patch of buttercup, before clicking the reset button. Now that's done, he got to do the reports. He apparated straight out the underground.