DUSTTALE: THE LAST CORRIDOR

The sounds of your footsteps echo through the eerily silent corridor, moonlight shining through the corridor, solidifying how long it had truly taken to finally get here...

The entire corridor is only brightened up by the few torches that Sans, or, what's left of him, had place on the numerous pillars in the corridor...

And at the end stood Sans, or, Murder Sans, as he was now called. Murder stood there, his hands in his pockets, his gray hood obscuring his face, casting an eerie feeling around him.

"heya."

Murder eventually spoke up, looking at you, his white, glowing pupils slightly shining through the shadows obscuring his face from the gray hood he always wears.

"you and i have been quite busy, huh?"

Murder said in his usual laid-back voice, although, a hint of seriousness in it as well, looking down at the ground, the pressure of the fate of this entire world on his back clearly hitting him hard.

Eventually, Murder looked back at you, sighing, before continuing:

"...you know what must be done. let's just get straight to the point..."

Murder said, the only sound through the corridor being heard are the sounds of the torches flames, as you had stopped in place.

"...it's a dusty day outside...birds are cowering, flowers are...well...no longer your best friend, eh?"

Murder said, clearly referencing the fact that you had killed Flowey multiple times before in previous Genocide Routes despite Flowey trying to help you. Soon after, Murder continued:

"on days like these, kids like you...will be met with the fiery pits of hell at death."

Murder said seriously, his eyes slightly narrowing at you, but that never-ending grin still on his face as it always was...

This was it. This was the deciding factor of the fate of the entire world. If you win, the entire world is your playground forever. But if Murder wins? The entire world is saved from you...with the sacrifice of him being alone for the rest of eternity.