I have recently embraced Undertale as the amazing work of Video Gaming art that it is. I don't know why I didn't do so earlier, but now that I have I want to do something with it. There is a problem with that though: it is so perfect how it is that I can't bring myself to have my Ocs invade the Undertale Universe.

Well, that and I can't figure out a spot where I could anyways.

So, let's give the Mansion an Undertale twist for this chapter. I dedicate this chapter to the ever amazing Sans!

Oh, as a fair warning, I don't know how this is going to go.

Disclaimer: I only own my own Ocs, and semi-own the plot of the chapter.

How did it come to this? Darkened keyblade soaked in the blood of so many in his hand. Emotionlessly staring down his Uncle across the room as he stands in this murderer's way. The Nobody isn't even saying anything either, but rather he is just returning the stare. Vaguely, the kid notices that his Uncle has a lit cigarette in his hand. He's been smoking? Raxua is going to kill-

The image of the pink haired Nobody taking a hit for little Rose flashes into the child's mind. She manages to hold herself together while getting the scared girl out of his warpath. She begins to fade while clutching the wound on her chest.

Oh yeah, that's right. A faint voice in the back of his head echoes with the sad realization that he is using it to cope with the loss of his family. The young killer has been rather busy today. He watches the physically older being bring up the stick of dangerous chemicals up to his lips. He takes a long drag of it causing the end to glow brighter with the colors of red, orange, and yellow. A billow of smoke comes out as the man exhales, but that isn't what the child is focusing on. No, he is focused on the out of place smile gracing his Uncle's lips. What reason does he have to smile? His entire family is dead. The image of black wings, pale skin, and deep brown eyes flashes before the kid's eyes.

Almost all of them anyways.

"Do you think anyone can be a good person?" The kid's attention snaps onto his Uncle's words only out of habit "Do you believe if someone just tries a little that they could have the ability to be a better person?" The questions seems kind of odd to the mass murderer. They also seem rather familiar too. It's almost as if he's heard them before...

"I know you can be a better person! You just have to try!" That cheerful voice is really getting on his nerves. With her arms open wide to give a hug, it was easy enough to stab his keyblade through her gut. Her already pale skin slowly becomes even paler as her white blouse becomes stained red. The light in her soft brown eyes starts to dim as strands of blue hair with black highlights fall down in front of them, yet she just leans forward more before wrapping her arms around him.

"I-I still..." She has to pause because he twists his blade in her stomach to try and silence her "b-believe you c-can be b-better." With a snarl he yanks the weapon out of her body before bringing the stained blade back. One swift slash latter and his Sister's head rolls across the floor with the same kind smile on her face.

Strange, that should have made him feel something. He doesn't though. It just remains as empty as when he woke up this morning. Wait, when did he wake up? The first thing he remembers was walking with his mother down the halls of the Mansion, but maybe that's just a side-effect of his own blood lust. Oh well, it doesn't matter anyways. His goal is nearly completed anyways. His deadbeat of an Uncle is the only thing that stands in his way from taking down his Father. He won't even last a moment.

He makes his intention clear as he takes a step forward, but the man blocking his path merely laughs at the action "Alright, how about I ask you a better question." The boy shows no sign of caring or not caring as he stops to stare at one of the few remaining family members he has. He is mildly surprised to see the man's expression change briefly to a snarl before turning back to normal.

"Do you want to have a bad time?" Now that is an odd question to ask, but didn't he already say something akin to that earlier? In fact, it was right before the boy slaughtered the Nobody's son.

The Nobody of the Angel of Death waits in the corridor leading up to the library with a neutral expression on his face. He notices the child walking forward with the blood soaked Oblivion in hand. By now the boy's rampage had been broadcasted across the Mansion in order to get people out of his way. Yet, despite that Yang had decided to stay behind in order to stall for time. No matter what the Nobody did he couldn't convince his own Son to flee for safety. That left only one last thing to do.

"Heya, I see you're enjoying yourself." He spoke casually enough, but his body language shows some of the hidden concern he has by how tense it is "Listen, can I ask a favor from you?" The only sign that the murderer was paying attention was the fact that he had stopped walking forward "Could you not kill my Son? It would mean a lot to me." He should know that sentiments like that now mean nothing to the young child "But, if you chose to fight him just remember that you'll have a bad time." Was that a threat?

The monster turns his head to see the older male, but he had already disappeared somehow. That Nobody has been doing that a lot today. That doesn't matter though. The request doesn't matter either. Everyone in this damn Mansion will fall to his Keyblade.

Shortly after that confrontation he had plunged his dark blade into the Nobody's son. As a little extra fun he channeled his darkness to fill up the defenseless boy until he basically blew up. The sight of his eyes widening in fear was a little amusing, but he didn't slow down after that. No, he had quite a few more people to slaughter. No one would be left alive after this. Although, he did notice that his Uncle hadn't revealed himself since then. Perhaps, he was watching helplessly as his son was subjugated to his worst fear. Now that is an amusing thought to the Killer.

"Because, if you take another step forward you'll have a REALLY bad time." Oh, another threat huh? Well that can't be allowed to slide without protest. So, while the child stared directly into his Uncle's eyes he took exactly one step forward as if to call out his bluff. A sigh escapes the Nobody's mouth as he looks down and shakes his head as if saddened. The smile that is still on his face seems to counter that notion though.

"Sorry Aura, but your son has forced my hand." While the Nonexistent Being turns his head to look out a window, the child's mind decides to remind him of his Mother's death.

Aura had been guiding him around the Mansion as if he was an infant. It didn't seem to matter to her that he had been living there for quite some time, but he humored her regardless. Besides, something feels a bit...off today. The kid can't seem to feel any of his normal emotions. He didn't feel happy when he got his chocolate chip pancakes, he didn't feel the burst of love that he always had when he saw Blossom, and he didn't feel content when he was through with his training. Something was very wrong about this, but there was another thing that was more concerning. Throughout the entire day he had been seeing flashes of everyone dying from wounds.

He should have felt disgusted when his mind provided him a picture of his cousin with his heart ripped out of his chest. He should have felt sick when he could practically feel each quick beat of that heart in the palm of his hand. The dark red blood staining his pale skin should have appalled him, yet, he didn't feel any of that. Instead, when he saw the heart being ripped out the child felt ecstatic. The beating from the heart of a terrified victim felt naturally amazing, and the sight of crimson blood running down his hand before going down his bare arm sparked something like ecstasy. The child didn't dare to mention this to anyone, but he has a sneaking suspicion that his Mother already has noticed.

"I know that I've been treating you extremely gently lately, but I'm just worried about you." He could see the blue eyes of his Mom glancing over at him with a frown of worry on her face "You know that you can tell me anything right?" Not taking the chance to say anything stupid he just nods. That, apparently, wasn't the answer she was looking for. At the next entrance that would allow them to go anywhere in the Mansion she stopped in front of it with her arms crossed sternly.

A brief moment of panic flashes through him but it settles down into nothingness once more "Lance Graves, you have been acting very strange all day." The Son of the Angel of Death just stares at his Mother as she speaks "I don't want to do this, but if you don't tell me what is wrong then you will be grounded." At that, something within him snapped. Why those words made him snap is unknown to him. Being grounded meant nothing to him since he could patiently wait out the punishment. Maybe, it was the fact she was trying to order him around. Perhaps it's because she was blocking his way to freedom. In the end it doesn't matter.

In a quick instant the dark Keyblade known as the Oblivion appears in his right hand. Just as his Mother's eyes widen in shock and surprise he steps forward while raising the weapon above his head. She had started to move her hands out to stop him, but it was too late. He had swung his right hand down causing the teeth of his weapon to imbed itself into the girl's flesh. Using his strength, the child forces the blade to rip through flesh and muscle while lacing the weapon with darkness to taint the wound that it left behind. Once done, a large gash coming down from Aura's shoulder to her hip is left behind with tiny wisps of darkness coming up from the bleeding injury.

"L-Lance..." It is easy to hear the pain coming from her voice, and the child it nearly feels as good as the betrayal he can hear "W-why?" A surge of pleasure goes through him as he watches his Mother collapse to her knees before falling forward onto the floor. After a few moments of watching blood tainted with darkness seep out onto the floor, he nudges his Mother's head with his foot. When she didn't respond in any way he was sure she was dead. The knowledge somehow made him feel even better.

Turning to the now open hallway, he goes through it without casting a glance back at his Mother's corpse. He has a mission to do.

Lance's short trip through memory lane is interrupted by his Uncle's voice "It's a beautiful day outside." Feeling a bit confused, the murdering child glances out the window to see the bright blue sky free of clouds "The birds are singing," True enough when he focused he could hear the cheerful chirps of birds tweeting through the air "Flowers are blooming," That was a given since Viridi presence alone accelerates growth time in plants "On days like these, kids like you," The sight of black and purple rising in the corner of his eyes makes Lance snap his attention back to his Uncle. Oh damn.

His Uncle's body is basically shrouded completely in his own darkness as it rises from everywhere around him. It doesn't just stay around him either as it swirls around in multiple directions. Almost like the darkness was streaming around everywhere just to annihilate the Child, but what truly makes the Nobody look terrifying is the look on his face. With the Darkness now covering the lights above, as well as blocking the sunlight from the windows around them, Vaddix's face is concealed in the dark. Everything cannot be seen, except for his large serene smile. The juxtaposition of that sight alone makes Lance's skin crawl. It was almost as if his sins were crawling on his back.

Of course, when the Nobody leans forward just enough that his right eye can be seen it was just more terrifying "Should be burning in Hell." What followed could only be described as a curb-stomp assault on the child.

Vaddix somehow vanishes right before his nephew's eyes while dark spikes erupt from the ground beneath said nephew. One of the spikes managed to stab into the Child's leg as he jumped up to avoid them, but as he hisses in pain his Uncle reappears in the air beside him with an elbow to the face. The surprising force behind the strike causes Lance to fly into the wall while a trail of blood is left in the air from his leg. The moment he hits the wall, the kid notices a dark streak spreading on the spot he was at. Quickly acting he pushes off the wall to avoid another set of dark spikes. He manages to avoid being skewered in a multitude of locations only for a fierce uppercut to hit him upside his chin. The blow sends him up into the ceiling where more spikes await him.

This time he is unable to avoid them as they pierce through his body. He could feel one going through his left leg and three in his right. There must be a cluster of six in his stomach alone. Lance can't even feel his right arm anymore since a spike sliced through the tendon in his shoulder. Without any more control of that arm his hand goes limp allowing the dark keyblade to fall onto the ground below with a clatter. His body soon feels colder as his blood drips down the numerous spikes in his body while streaming down into a puddle of his own blood below. Somehow his heart had been missed by a few centimeters, but his left lung wasn't as lucky. He could already feel the blood coming up to spill out of his mouth. Even more surprising is the fact that his head had missed every spike. Although, given the situation it could be seen as more of an unlucky break.

The sound of energy building up faintly grabs Lance's attention "Welp, let's end this." The last thing the Kid would feel was the sensation of searing pain as beams of pure darkness rips into his body. His flesh felt like it was being ripped apart at the molecular level while he sees a mixture of purple and black go over his body. Well, he saw that until his eyeballs were ripped apart as well leaving hollow sockets behind. The pain was excruciating as his entire body was forcefully disintegrated. The only sign of that happening was the lack of feeling that came from his legs after moments of intense pain coming from them. His torso soon followed with his arms and chest next. In the last moments of life he could have sworn he heard someone saying to stayed determined.

Suddenly, his eyes snap open. Blinking in mild surprise, Lance glances around to see himself in the same hallway, but he was at the entrance. Patting down his body he feels that all the injuries he should have sustained wasn't there. So, he decides to look down the hallway, and he could see his Uncle looking out the window with a lit cigarette in his hand. It's smoke curls upward as the Nobody seems to be enraptured in something happening outside. The Son of the Angel of Death scowls as he flicks his wrist to call his Dark Keyblade to his hand once more. Briskly walking towards his Uncle, he glares harshly while his grip tightens on his personal weapon. The sound of rubber soles hitting against the floor causes Vaddix to look over with an amused smirk on his face.

"Well, don't you look mad?" The comment makes Lance's grip tighten again until his knuckles are white "I guess I'm pretty good at my job." Once more the Nobody's darkness spreads outward from his body with that serene smile plastered back onto his face "It's a beautiful day outside. The birds are singing, the flowers are blooming." Crouching down in preparation the child narrows his eyes "On days like these, kids like you should be burning in hell." Lance jumps up immediately after those words are spoken, and his efforts are rewarded by completely avoiding the spikes that come from the ground.

Twisting his body around in the air, he also dodges the elbow to the face. With a growing smirk on his face he leans back just in time to avoid his Uncle appearing beneath him with an uppercut. What he didn't expect was for the Nobody to spin around in the air to give more power to a spinning roundhouse kick. The blow sends Lance down the hallway, but his enemy isn't content with just that. No, he manages to make more dark spikes jut out of both the roof and the floor with only a small swerving space of safety. Unfortunately for Lance, he couldn't try to go through that space as he goes directly into the spikes. It turns out that the sides of the spikes are also sharpened. Which is a fact the murderous child found out when his left arm is sliced off as he passes through the hallway.

Blood spills out of the stump that remains while he screams in pain. His screams grow louder as half of his left foot is sliced off next, and even more so when his right hand is the next to go. He can feel his body being sliced up as his Keyblade clangs against several spikes before resting on the floor. The pain he feels would soon come to a stop though as one perfectly placed spike is positioned right in the center of his entire body. With the momentum he has, Lance was split into two halves with his brain being the first vital organ to go. His consciousness goes black as he dies; however, he could oddly hear something after his death. Once more a voice calls out to him saying to stay determined. In fact, he could have sworn it was his Father who was calling out to him.

Suddenly, his eyes snap open. His eyes furrow in confusion as he glances around once more. Everything is the same as last time. His body still has all of its limbs attached to it, it isn't sliced in half, and he could still feel everything. What on earth is happening here? He looks up to see his Uncle down the hallway with a lit cigarette in his hand. He takes a drag from it while staring out the window. He seems rather enamoured by something out there, but what it could be remains a mystery. The Nobody just seems content in whatever it is that he is doing. That will change soon enough.

As Lance approaches once more, Vaddix glances over with a smirk on his face "That expression on your face," The man turns to face his Nephew while dropping the cigarette "It's the one of someone who has died twice in a row." Bringing his foot forward, he steps down on the cigarette to put it out "Welp, let's make it a third." Again, his darkness spreads outward as if signalling that the fight was about to begin. Crouching down once more to prepare himself the Son of the Angel of Death's eyes narrow into a glare as his Uncle starts his intro.

"It's a beautiful day outside." The kid supposes that it is a rather nice day out despite the situation "The birds are singing," Growling in annoyance the child notes that they are indeed chirping in their ear bleeding way "The flowers are blooming," The mass murdering boy has to resist the urge to roll his eyes as his muscles start to tense. However, they quickly become loose once more when a multitude of spikes suddenly comes up and pierces through his body while severing the tendons that controls the legs.

As he feels his blood seeping out of the many, many holes his body now has his Uncle decides to finish his thought "Well, it's a nice day out." The sound of energy being built up once again catches the young boy's attention as he now gets to see what his Uncle was doing. He appears to be channeling his inner darkness into pure dark energy by swirling it into a concentrated ball in the palm of his hand. Much like a martial artist channeling his Ki, Vaddix focuses that power before thrusting his hand forward. A massive beam of pure darkness surges at Lance before forcefully disintegrating him again. This time he is certain he heard his Father telling him to remain determined despite the odds against him.

Suddenly, his eyes snap open. However, he doesn't waste time looking around as he stomps towards his Uncle who, again, has a lit cigarette in his hand. He sees that amused smirk once more and he just knows that this is going to take a very long time.

How little did he know.

It must have taken the child at least a dozen times of perishing to the first assault alone before he survived it barely "You know, I've always wondered why people don't use their strongest attack first." Vaddix's wondering seemed genuine as he killed his nephew again with another surge of spikes. With his progress back to zero, Lance threw himself back at his Uncle, who seemed to have a line for every time the boy tried, in the hopes of at least learning the pattern behind his first strike. From then on it is a long game of trial and error. With each death delivered Lance got farther than the last time. He learned more about his Uncle's attack patterned, but he would always die.

It was utterly frustrating to the young murderer as he gives it his all just to survive the onslaught. He can't even land a hit on his Uncle when he slices at him since the Nobody just side steps the attacks with a casual shrug. All the boy can do is dodge, slice, and die while gaining ground in an extremely slow and painful way. He could only stay determined like his father tells him to do with each death. It will be the only thing that keeps him going forward, the only thing that drives him. He will best his Uncle. Even if it takes a million deaths.

Much, much later he finally manages to get to the point where his Uncle is sweating in effort. For some reason, he can't stop hacking up his lungs either. He attempts to appeal to the Boy's past emotions in the hopes of getting him to stop this pointless bout, but at this point Lance is too far gone to even listen. He just slices once more only to be side stepped again. With a passing comment of he tried, Vaddix suddenly sends a charge of dark energy into his Nephew's body. Sharp pain courses through the boy's body for every moment he is in motion causing him extra pain for his troubles. With the added burden of constant pain, Lance died once more before opening his eyes to his Uncle with that lit cigarette in his hand down the hall.

Again, again, and again. The two clash in an endless loop of darkness and death. No matter what he does Lance can never seem to land a single blow on his Uncle. Seemingly to counter that, Vaddix can never seem to keep Lance down for good. Their clashing determination prevents either of them from accomplishing their goals. It seems that the boy will never manage to slaughter the remaining people in the Mansion while Vaddix will never protect the few people that remains. Skill, power, stubbornness, and everything else is laid bared to the world as they continue. It seems like it would never end until something unexpected happened.

Vaddix had just delivered one last round of beams of dark beams before slamming his Nephew to the ground. He kicks him from the ground up to the ceiling before grabbing his foe out of the air to slam the boy's face into the wall over and over again. He noticeably starts to slow while his breath comes out as hacks. Stumbling backwards, the Nobody drops his enemy while leaning against a wall as he struggles to catch his breath. His mind races to figure out why it was so hard to breath while the young boy he threw around gets back up on his feet. He has excellent control over darkness so that can't be affecting him, but that's the only thing he's been using what else could it-

His eyes widen as he spies a crushed cigarette under his feet. Numerous images of him smoking a cigarette while waiting for his now murderous nephew flashes through his mind. A new round of hacking forces him to double over as he wonders how many times they've been on this roundabout of death and resurrection. Each time he had smoked another cigarette, and each time that lung destroying substance got into his lungs. The Nobody barely notices the young boy before him raising up his keyblade to finally finish him off. In the last moment of his non-existent life, Vaddix chuckles painfully while admitting that Raxua was right: those things did kill him.

After all the trouble it took him just to kill his Uncle, Lance felt an unparalleled feeling of joy as he watches Vaddix's body fade away into nothingness. Now that the last obstacle in his way has been dealt with Lance casually makes his way towards the final casualty in this genocide. With his goal now in sight the young mass murderer takes the time to savor the moment before facing his Father. Placing his hand against the smooth wood of the oak door, the Son of the Angel of Death shoves it open to reveal the room beyond

Instead of the office room that he had been expecting, Lance is mildly surprised to see a large garden filled with flowers of all kind. Daisies, daffodils, and roses make up only a few of the selection available; however, the Founder of the Mansion isn't found aside them. Instead he was facing away from the entrance in the mists of some golden flowers. The sound of the door being opened must have gotten his attention as he started to turn in order to face the newcomer to his garden. He would never be able to face his son. As he was turning Lance had thrown his Oblivion with such on point accuracy that his blade pierced through his Father's throat. Blood immediately started to spray everywhere as David fell to the ground in agony.

While Lance started walking towards the suffering Winged Teen as he heard his father starting to gargle on his own blood. The sound brought a sick sense of delight to his senses as he grins widely. Once in front of his own Dad, Lance proceeds to raise his foot. With the Teen face down in the dirt, clutching at his neck, he was helpless to the onslaught that came in the form of his Son slamming his foot down on the back of his head. With each stomp the Avian American's skull cracks more and more until Lance's foot goes through the skull and into the brain matter. Yet, he didn't stop there as the boy continued to make his Father's brains into mush.

He began to laugh in a psychotic manner as he continues to slam his foot down over and over again, taking delight in what he is doing. There seems to be no sign of sanity left within this child's mind as he suddenly grips his Keyblade instead of summoning it to his hand. With a quick jerk the blade is freed from the fleshy prison it was in, and with an even quicker slash David's head is rolling across the grass and dirt. Lance's laughter reaches it's crescendo as he tosses his head back while howling with laughter.

In an instant, his laughter stops.

In fact his entire body seems to freeze before he slowly puts his head in the proper place. He looks over his shoulder with an insane glint in the visible eye. A large psychotic grin spreads across his face as he turns around and begins walking towards...you. He swings his blade once and the dark red of his Father's blood splatters off of it. He gets closer as he raises his blade menacingly at you. His grin widens much more while the pupils of his eyes shrink, and with one slash everything turns to black.

Suddenly, his eyes snap open. The eldest son of David and Aura bolts up in terror as he looks around in terror. His eyes dart around the dark confines of his room as he takes in familiar sights. His book of Hatchet is still on his nightstand with his bookmark that resembles a sword sticking out of the top. The lamp on it still remains off while the digital clock beside it reveals that it is the two o'clock in the morning. Once he knows what miserable hour it is, the boy falls back onto his pillow while staring at the painted roof of his room. He wanted it to resemble the night sky, so he and his parents had spent some time picking out the right shade of colors to make it seem like the night is always above him. Of course, the glow-in-the-dark stars was Aurora's idea. They make it seem less realistic, but it was still a nice touch.

At the thought of his family Lance frowns in shame. Did he really just dream about ending his entire family that ruthlessly? No real reason behind the slaughter, just murdering everyone in sight? With a shaky sigh he closes his eyes. It was just a dream after all. He isn't a mass murdering child. His Mother is much tougher than that, his Sister would defend herself instead of leaving herself open to attacks, his Father would easily dodge such an predictable move before overpowering him, and besides Uncle Vaddix isn't that strong. His eyes snap open in confusion as he frowns.

Right?

Alright! Undertale chapter is complete! I have already admitted to embracing Undertale, but I have recently gotten the game itself! Thanks to jacksepticeye, I already know how the story plays out for both True Pacifist and Genocide; however, I am eager to give my own try at this! I will venture through the underground and defeat everyone! By becoming their friends. I don't want to fight Sans.

So, this fight is a representation of the legendary Sans fight. That skeleton is crafty, smart, dangerously genre savvy, and -most of all- determined to stop you. You've killed everyone important to him, so he will stop at nothing to prevent you from killing everyone else!

Of course, I did not follow Sans fight to the letter, nor did I follow the ending of the Genocide route to the letter. I have to have some originality to this chapter.

Funnily enough I did have Vaddix as the lazy yet powerful character. I just also made him sadistically cruel, and a bit fight happy. The reason he is so powerful is the odd fact that his natural ability to control darkness surpasses even his Somebody- who practices with the stuff constantly. Vaddix has never trained a day in his Non-existent life. Have fun with that thought.

I feel as if some of the descriptions in this chapter were a bit...off, so if you find anything wrong please inform me. Also tell me what you thought of the chapter! It really does help motivate me to try to do better.

Also, we finally have the introduction to the Graves' Family Daughter Aurora! By having her die... yeah. I wanted to do her earlier, but for the life of me I couldn't remember how to describe how she looked. It took a lot of backtracking, but I found her description in Myst and I's chats! I can now make chapters about her! Yay!

Anyways, I have to go. I'll see ya later! Bye!

~DeathOnWings1203~