The tension choked the air.
Then—
Abyss struck.
A single tentacle lanced out, piercing Unhearted through the ribs, lifting him up like prey on a hook, and then—
Slammed him down.
Dust cracked, the void quaked.
Abyss leapt—crashing down, smashing into Unhearted's guard as he held his large bone with both hands.
They struggled.
Unhearted summoned side bones to pierce Abyss—But it didn't matter.
Abyss didn't feel them.
Didn't react.
Didn't bleed.
The bones passed through his mutated flesh like they meant nothing.
And then—
SNAP.
Abyss broke Unhearted's large bone in half.
Then—
SLAM. SLAM. SLAM.
His clawed hands hammered Unhearted's skull,
Over. And over.
Until it shattered—Crushed, smeared in blood and brain.
Unhearted was gone.
Not even a scream.Just silence, dripping with gore.
The void fell still.
The tension thickened.
The symbiote didn't care.
But the UltSans it once was?
Somewhere deep inside—It mourned. Quietly.
But that didn't matter.
The symbiote was in control now.
Supreme smiled, amused.
UltSans panicked, sweat dripping, eyes wide.
Billy stood still, glowing green eyes trembling with quiet sadness.
NM!UltSans didn't move.
A'malther closed his eyes, turning his head—tired of witnessing senseless chaos that did not touch the ones he cared for.
And then—Another crack tore the void.
Ashed moved in—
A barrage of sharp bones—launched fast, sudden, deadly.
Undying Breath was struck—body pierced, dropped to his knees.
The sharp bones floating at his side vanished.
The glow faded from his hands.
Ashed approached—slowly—Bone machete dragging, ready to end it.
He raised it—Slashed.
Phase 3: Triggered
Undying Breath jerked—And the world broke.
His body didn't fall.
It glitched.
His head twitched,His arms split and snapped,
His form flickered across frames—out of sync with time.
Not illusion.Not afterimage.
Different versions of him, bleeding through reality, glitching at once.
One trying to stand.
One already dead.
One wielding a knife.
One not even him.
Reality couldn't process it.
Neither could Ashed.
Everything glitched.
⚠️ Glitch Possession
He wasn't just himself anymore.
He wasn't just UltSans.
He glitched between:
Himself
Chara
Some fusion of both
Something else
Even the void couldn't decide.
☠️ The Fight Breaks Logic
Bones appear instantly.
Not summoned—they exist.
They hit before you see.
Some miss visually—but still land.
Some vanish after impact.
Some never existed until they did.
Blasters?
Some open and never fire
Some beam first, then appear
Some fire from the ground, beams connecting to blasters later
Others fire sideways, backward, inside-out
Ashed swung to dodge—But there was no dodge.
Space wasn't honest anymore.
This wasn't a pattern.
This wasn't a boss fight.
This was a question:
"Did you ever have control?"
🩸 Two Faces of Death
🔻 Form 1 – Chara-Controlled
Pupils burn red
Eyes flash blue and green
Holds a bright red knife, infused with Determination
Expression: Blank, sadistic calm
Movement: Silent, precise, final
Chara didn't speak.
She acted.
UltSans was just the shell.
🔺 Form 2 – Broken UltSans
Chara drifts out—her form hovering nearby, watching
Knife drops
His form shakes, eyes wide, twitched, glitching
Smile grows wide. Too wide. Too broken.
Eyes dark—black pits with sharp pupils
He doesn't think.
He just kills.
🩸 Damage Is A Lie
Every hit lands.
Every strike hurts.
But it doesn't matter.
He doesn't flinch
He counters without motion
Some attacks are reversed mid-hit
Others are cancelled
Some are turned against Ashed
This was no longer Last Breath.
This was Collapse.
Of form.
Of reason.
Of logic.
Of everything.
🔥 The Fight Begins
Ashed lunged—Slashing.
But his blade passed through glitch.
A different version of Undying Breath stood in its place—already behind him.
Chara held the knife—Stabbed from the left.
Ashed turned—Blocked—Only for the knife to vanish.
A bone struck from above.
He ducked—
But the bone was never there.
A beam flashed from his left—He dodged.
But it fired from the right.
Ashed: "What the hell are you—?"
Too late.
UltSans returned.
His own form.
Twisted, grinning, dead inside.
He struck with his fist—Not to damage—But to infect.
Each hit distorted the fight more.
Ashed was no longer fighting an opponent.
He was fighting the collapse of reality wearing a face.
And Undying Breath?
He never blinked.He never slowed.
He just kept glitching, shifting, flickering—
A dying warrior made of hate, fragments, and infinite rewrites.
The battlefield had gone quiet.
Not from peace.But from dread.
Unhearted was dead.
Bloodfare was gone.
Others watched in stillness—frozen not by respect, but by the gravity of the moment.
This wasn't just another fight.
This was execution vs. persistence.
Silence vs. glitch.
Murder vs. memory.
Undying Breath Phase 3 stood, twitching, fractured—his body broken across dimensions, reality struggling to hold him together.
His Chara flickered beside him—barely there, barely able to hold on. She whispered, pushed, tried to reach control...
But she couldn't.
Even she was glitching.
The fight wasn't just with Ashed—it was with himself.
And across from him—Ashed.
The Personification of Murder Time Trio.
Hood up.Face shadowed.
Expression unreadable.
He didn't blink.
He didn't breathe.
He just walked forward.
The aura around him couldn't be seen, only felt—a pressure like standing in a grave too long. The longer you faced him, the closer your own soul wanted to bury itself.
And still—Undying Breath didn't retreat.
Ashed's machete flickered in his hand—red to purple, then back.One breath.One flash.
They clashed.
Undying Breath's bones appeared mid-strike, slashing toward Ashed's side—But Ashed moved between frames, phasing forward without motion.
SLASH.
The machete bit into glitch-flesh.
Undying's arm fell back, hanging, split down the muscle.
He didn't react.
Instead—He glitched backward, leaving an echo behind.
The echo moved on its own, throwing bones sideways that struck air and then—Ashed's back, warping space.
Ashed turned. No sound. No flinch.
He just attacked.
Bone clashed with magic.
Ashed's machete clashed with glitching red bones, only for Undying Breath to flicker into Chara—red knife in hand, striking at the ribs.
Ashed parried.Barely.
His eye leaked black hatred, dripping like venom.
The red-and-green flame from his left eye curled toward Undying's chest.
The purple-blue lightning from his right eye crackled through the void.
Chara hissed.
"You still won't listen...
You won't even look at me...
Asriel—look at me."
And for a split moment—
Ashed froze.
He didn't blink.But his head tilted—His eye twitched.
Flicker.
Hope?
Regret?
Anger?
We'll never know.
Because then—he struck.
Undying Breath flickered violently—One frame: Chara.
Next frame: Glitching UltSans.
Third frame: A twisted fusion.
Each form attacking—Each one not in sync.
Bones struck out from nothing.
Beams exploded backward.
The blaster fired before it existed.
Ashed moved like he had seen it all before.
He weaved through the chaos, the machete slicing echoes, cutting glitch copies into stuttering fragments, stepping through unreality as if dancing through code.
Then he disappeared.
Not teleported.
Just blinked out—
—and reappeared behind Undying Breath.
SLASH.
The knife dropped.
Chara vanished.
Undying Breath twitched—now only himself.
Broken.Mouth open, leaking heat.
Eyes blank.
He twisted violently.
Then—
Grinned.
The smile was wrong.
Too wide.
Too... empty.
He tackled Ashed.
No style. No finesse.Just pure, uncontrolled hatred.
They rolled, crashing through the battlefield.
Undying's hand gripped Ashed's hood.
Tried to pull it down.
Tried to see the face beneath.
Ashed grabbed his wrist—broke it.
Then sliced across his chest with surgical grace.
Undying stabbed with glitch knives.
Ashed returned with calculated strikes, each one avoiding vitals—this wasn't mercy.
It was control.
They beat each other into oblivion.And yet—
Neither fell.
Neither could.
Undying Breath began to glitch harder.
Now only flickering between himself and his dead-eyed UltSans form.
No Chara.No knife.Only madness.
He stood mid-air—Arms drooped, twitching.Then bones exploded from behind him in a massive spire, slamming into Ashed—
But Ashed walked through them.The bones shattered.
Ashed raised his machete—pointed it toward Undying.
"You're not him anymore.You're not anyone."
Undying laughed.
A hollow, glitch-choked sound.
He spread his arms wide.
"Then kill me already."
And Ashed—
Didn't.
He turned his head to the side.Said nothing.
Then whispered, voice a breath only Chara could hear:
"You gave me no choice.
But I'll wait for you.
If you're ever in there again."
He walked past Undying Breath.
Didn't look back.
The fight wasn't over.
But the war for a soul?
That battle was lost.