Description[]
Harry Potter vs Undertale, which of these skeletal magical figures with the power to manipulate souls will win in a battle for the ages.
Interlude[]
Wiz: Souls are a very delicate thing, messing with one, or multiple souls could hold nasty results.
Boomstick: Lord Voldemort, the evil wizard and bad guy of the Harry Potter books.
Wiz: And Sans, the lazy skeleton from the Underground.
Boomstick: He's Wiz and I'm Boomstick!
Wiz: And it's our job to analyse their weapons, armour and skills to find out who would win a Death Battle.
Lord Voldemort[]
Wiz: Wizard, Prefect, Parselmouth-
Boomstick: And magical mass murderer!
Wiz: Well, yes, but before this, Lord Voldemort was merely Tom Riddle. Unfortunately for the young wizard, his birth was not wanted. With a father bewitched to love and a mother who died at childbirth, his life definitely didn't start off right.
Boomstick: While growing up in his well-kept but rundown orphanage, Tom knew he was something special. Hell, at the age of eleven, he was able to talk to snakes, make animals do stuff and hurt people without touching them!
Wiz: These qualities, these refinement to his powers drew the attention of Albus Dumbledore, who visited the orphanage to ask Tom to join Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Longing to be unique and different, he eagerly accepted. He was immediately accepted into Slytherin house-
Boomstick: Well, considering he was about to become the most feared dark wizard of all time, yeah, I can see why he was put in Slytherin. Couldn't give us a heads up on that one, eh, Sorting Hat?
Wiz: But aside from being, well...evil, Tom was extremely intelligent. He was frustrated with the fact that his father was a Muggle and that his mother had died while giving birth, even though she was a witch. Through intense study, he found his bloodline's connection with Salazar Slytherin.
Boomstick: Okay, this is making a bit more sense. Anyway, after confronting his uncle and slaughtering his muggle family, Tom wanted more, he wanted to become immortal. What? You can do that? Awesome!
Wiz: Through a deeply immoral and inhuman method - murder -, Tom Riddle was able to split his soul into seven pieces, although...there was a side effect of this. See, the soul is not meant to be split at all, let alone 7 times and this...well...didn't fair well for him.
Boomstick: Aaugh! Eh, if that's the drawback for immortality, I'd take it.
Wiz: Boomstick, you have to murder someone else to do it.
Boomstick: Oh. Well then. Wiz, come here for a second, please?
Wiz: Um...why?
Boomstick: Oh, no reason.
Wiz: Anyway, Tom Riddle took up the name of Lord Voldemort, a name that would strike so much fear into witches and wizards that they didn't dare speak it.
Boomstick: ...Awesome.
Wiz: And now, finally gaining immortality, he learned of a baby, a chosen one, Harry Potter.
Boomstick: And after learning that this magic baby could defeat him, he took the most reasonable approach, kill his parents and try to kill him! Buuut because of love or some stupid, mushy stuff like that, the spell didn't work, the baby grew up blah blah horcruxes were destroyed blah blah then he was killed.
Wiz: ...Sure. But to start two Wizarding Wars, you need some immense power on your side and luckily for Voldemort, he has that in spades. With his wand, he can do pretty much anything he wants, levitate objects, shot fire and even kill people instantly.
Boomstick: Woah, woah, woah. We're not covering them all again! We already did that with Harry! Besides, all moldy Voldy ever does is shoot the Avada Kedavra curse to kill anything that moves. Friggin' spammer.
Wiz: Well, he does use other curses such as the Imperius Curse, which allows him to read someone's mind or the Cruciatus Curse, a spell that causes the target to experience deep, torturous pain. But aside from those three Unforgivable Curses, Lord Voldemort can also create and manipulate Fiendfyre, a magical fire that burns everything it touches. He can even use this fire to create a large fire snake to attack opponents.
Boomstick: He's also skilled in many Charms, like his nemesis, Voldemort can fire the Disarming Charm, the fire-making spell and some extremely powerful shield charms. Voldemort is a beast in combat, and becomes even more dangerous the angrier he gets.
Wiz: Voldemort is constantly described as the greatest practitioner of Occlumency and Legilimency, the mind of entering minds and resisting mental attacks. He's such a great Legilimens that he can even possess people if he wants to, but he cannot control or possess people with extreme love in their hearts without enduring great physical pain.
Boomstick: But that's not all Voldy can do! He can teleport silently and without a wand, something not many wizards are able to do! Hell, Dumbledore and Voldemort are the only two who can Apparate silently!
Wiz: Voldemort can also fly, completely unaided, without a wand. This is an extremely rare skill, only shared by fellow Dark Wizards.
Boomstick: He's pretty cool, but he really doesn't like to use non-lethal or non-evil spells, which means that he'll be less likely to use spells like Auguamenti or Ventus. But trust me, Voldemort doesn't need those other spells to be extremely dangerous in a duel.
Wiz: Voldemort is able to match Dumbledore in a fight and simultaneously duel against experienced witches and wizards Minerva McGonagall, Horace Slughorn and Kingsley Shacklebolt. He even defeated them on his own.
Boomstick: he's able to fire a shock wave that destroyed the Ministry of Magic Atrium, able to create lightning, illuminating the clouds and is superior to Gellert Grindlewald, who was able to match Dumbledore while he was in his prime!
Wiz: And perhaps his best feat, destroying the barrier surrounding the whole of Hogwarts with one spell. One spell. This type of feat would require over 160 tons of TNT.
Boomstick: Ho-ho-holy crap! How does Harry beat this guy in the end anyway?
Wiz: Well, a combination of things such as the Elder Wand rejecting him, love, his-
Boomstick: Oh, who cares? he's able to block attacks from Dumbledore and Harry Potter, snap a bridge in half as well as match and surpass the Boy who Lived in a duel.
Wiz: Voldemort's quick enough to react to attacks from 3 people simultaneously, one of which was a highly trained Auror, someone who's whole job is to track down and kill Voldemort.
Boomstick: Voldemort can teleport in an instant and is able to use it to maneuver around Dumbledore in their battle. And while Voldemort is human and has similar human durability, he can easily use Shield Charms to negate this! I mean, shield resisting an especially powerful attack from Dumbledore is already impressive, but then he can also teleport!
Wiz: Although, Voldemort does suffer from a few weaknesses and he is definitely not perfect. He is prone to explosive bouts of anger, which can sometimes cloud his judgement, he has a habit of monolouging instead of killing Harry Potter and people with strong wills can resist both the Imperius and Cruciatus Curses.
Boomstick: And ol' Voldy here is pretty arrogant and believes magic to equate to power. Sometimes, in order to show how powerful he is, will allow a fair fight, even allowing another wizard their wand.
(Voldemort: Pick up your wand, Potter. Pick it up! Get up, get up!)
Boomstick: Idiot.
Wiz: And Voldemort relies on his magic, his body is quite frail on its own and not designed for physical combat, so without his wand, Voldemort's in some serious trouble.
Boomstick: But still, anyone who can take over Hogwarts...multiple times deserves to be feared.
(Voldemort: I must be the one to kill Harry Potter.)
Sans[]
Wiz: The mysterious land of the Underground holds many strange and different monsters, from a genocidal flower, to a goat king, even this centaur that likes flexing. But some of the most popular monsters include Papyrus the Skeleton and his lazy brother, Sans.
Boomstick: With the weirdest Deviantart drawings, Sans is a major character of Undertale and aware of everything. In the Pacifist Route, he becomes a laid-back and lazy friend. In the Neutral Route, he can be either a friend or a foe, depending on who you kill. And in the Genocide Route, he becomes a cynical, serious enemy.
Wiz: Yeah, Sans is aware of SAVE and RESETs, and although he knows of them, he can't use them himself and his memory is erased whenever the player RESETs, this meta-awareness of the world around them has allowed him to do many different things, even being aware of the fourth-
sans: wall?
Boomstick: AH, goddammit!
sans: hey bud, be kind. i mean, don't be a boom'stick' in the mud.
Boomstick: *sigh* Okay. Well, at the end of every run, Sans will meet the player in the Judgement Hall and judge them on their LVL and EXP. Hey, Sans? What are those?
sans: why do you wanna know?
Boomstick: Eh, I'm a curious person.
sans: hehehehe. oh, baby, you're 'killing' me. LVL means Level of Violence and EXP means, well Execution Points.
Boomstick: Wooooah, awesome!
Wiz: Boomstick, don't. Especially considering Sans could kill you with his powers and weapons in 20 million different ways. His normal attacks are bones, which he can throw at you at super speeds. He can use these bones in a variety of ways, usually large and dangerous patterns.
Boomstick: Oh, come on! How dangerous could this guy be? It's just bones!
(Suddenly, hundreds of bones fly towards him.)
Boomstick: AAAAAHHHH!
Wiz: These patterns can range from waves to special blue bones that you have to stay still to avoid, these so called 'blue attacks' can easily throw someone off if they're unaware of these attacks.
(Suddenly, Sans appears again, his pupils gone)
sans: hey. buddy with the strange leg. let me ask you a question. do you wanna have a bad time?
Boomstick: Let's just talk about Sans' abilities! Aside from bones, he also has the Gaster Blasters, these weird goat looking things fire large lasers out of their mouths. These things can range from small beams that are easy to avoid to a GIANT RING OF GASTER BLASTER DEATH! I mean, just look at that thing! Ho-holy crap!
Wiz: Sans can also seemingly teleport. He can go from one side of the room to the other before Frisk can reach it, walks to an earlier location only to wind up in a different one somewhere ahead, and he apparently can take people with them, like Frisk.
sans: hehe, looks like doing this is a real 'rib-tickler', huh? anywho, i can also make jump cuts in the battle, changing attacks at random, and with a flash of my blue eye, i can just teleport you to wherever i want, like how i did with frisk in the genocide route.
Wiz: But perhaps what is most interesting and deadly is what he can do to your soul directly, his Karma and Soul attacks. Karma acts like a poison, and every hit reduces the opponent's (in this case, Frisk/Chara's) health by one every second. This is helped along by the fact that it ignores conventional durability and that in the case of an RPG, there are no invincibility frames. Furthermore, the more you get hit, the more Karma stacks up, draining the players health by one, but the Karma won't outright kill you.
Boomstick: And he can use your soul to pin you to walls, slam you around the place or even change gravity around! Damn, dude! And since these attacks target the soul directly, it can also bypasses durability! Buuut it does tire him out the more he uses it.
Wiz: But Sans is an undeniably deadly opponent in the field of combat. Sans is able to dodge attacks from Frisk/Chara, who was able to react quick enough to dodge lightning! Don't forget, lightning can travel at 220,000 miles per hour or just over 354,000 kilometres per hour.
Boomstick: Damn! But aside from that, he can even defeat and kill Frisk/Chara in the Genocide Route, something not even Asgore, the ruler of the Underground could do! Like, holy hell!
sans: hey man, hotland is not holy.
Boomstick: Alright, let's talk about weaknesses.
sans: hey. don't forget that flowey stated that i caused him a fair share of resets. i'm alright in a fight, wouldn't you agree?
Wiz: We can test that once we're done here.
sans: sweet.
Wiz: But Sans is also remarkably intelligent. He's able to guess how many times you've died just by looking at your expression, he was able to somehow report on the multiple timelines and has a strange workshop at the back of his house, full of scientific machinery and gear. Kind of like mine.
sans: hey, we're not so different. in fact, we have a skele-ton of similarities!
Boomstick: Ugh, anyway. Sans is definitely not perfect. He only has 1 defense and 1 HP, which means that he dies after one attack! He also only has 1 Attack, but that's not as bad due to Karma and no invincibility frames.
Wiz: He's also extraordinarily lazy and can't be bothered to even move his sock. However, this laziness is possibly caused by Sans' knowledge on SAVE and RESET, and since he knows the futility of trying, since the player will reset everything, he's lazy and can't be bothered to fight.
Boomstick: Even killing Papyrus only gets Sans to say a few mean words, this only changes when Frisk/Chara murders EVERYONE IN THE UNDERGROUND!
Wiz: And even then, Sans shows signs of fatigue and slows down the longer a fight goes on. He even fell asleep during the fight, which ultimately led to his downfall.
sans: but be warned, if you try to kill everyone, you're gonna have a bad time.
(Sans: What? You think I'm just gonna stand there and take it?)
Intermission[]
Wiz: Alright, the combatants are set, let's end this debate once and for all!
Boomstick: IT'S TIME FOR A DEATH BATTLE!!!
Poll[]
Death Battle[]
Snoring and asleep, supposed to be on the lookout for humans, Sans the Skeleton was at his post in Snowdin. Feet crunched on the snow, stirring Sans, although he didn't wake. His brother, Papyrus, walked up to him and sighed, noticing his lazy brother asleep. Tapping him on the shoulder, Papyrus prepared to scold him.
sans: zzzz-huh? papyrus? how's it goin', bud?
Papyrus' arms were crossed and he was tapping his foot angrily. Sans smirked at him and shrugged.
Papyrus: DON'T 'BUD' ME, BROTHER! YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO BE ON THE LOOKOUT...FOR...HUMANS!
sans: hey, i'm just on my break.
Papyrus: YOU ALWAYS HAVE BREAKS!
sans: that's true. but hey, it's not a 'shin' to be sleepy.
Disgusted by the pun, Papyrus groaned and pointed towards Snowdin town.
Papyrus: UGH, PUNS! I DO DESPISE THEM! I WILL TEND TO MY PUZZLES! JUST KEEP WATCH!
Sans waited until Papyrus had ran off before laying his head down and falling asleep again. Those puzzles would take a while. He'd have plenty time to nap. And just like that, Sans was snoring again.
Though he was hiding it from others, Lord Voldemort was elated. Harry Potter had just been murdered, he was dead. Killed by another witch. Arm sliced off, exploded. It was incredible to watch, in his opinion. But he did have something to do. He was in the Underground, a mysterious realm under the ground.
"Ribbit!" Voldemort froze. A frog was talking to him. It seemed like merely 'ribbit's at first, but listening closely, Voldemort could hear a deep voice underneath.
"Listen close, human. Monsters usually do not want to fight. If you get the opportunity, please, please give them MERCY, huma-"
"Avada Kedavra!" Bellowed the Dark Lord, firing a jet of green light at the frog. The spell hit the frog straight in the face. With a final 'ribbit', the frog monster turned to dust, leaving nothing behind. Laughing evilly, Voldemort threw spells in every direction, turning more and more monsters to dust.
Mercy. Remorse. Ha! Like they could get Lord Voldemort, the most feared dark wizard of all time, to show mercy! Voldemort chuckled to himself and walked on, holding his wand to his side, almost lazily. When he saw a monster, a flick of his wand turned them to dust.
Later in the day, Voldemort exited the Ruins. He had killed a goat creature, and he was furious. She had tried to best him in her final moments, taunt him. Provoke him, yet he did not strike. She turned to dust like the rest of them.
He had walked down, turning more and more monsters to dust. Some had almost tried to make him feel bad, but all failed. Sans had woken up by this point. He was waiting near his post, waiting for humans. And none came. The closest thing to a human was a man, or at least, part-man. His skin was waxy and white, he had scarlet eyes, and slits where his nose should be.
When he encountered the 'human', he felt uneasy, but kept up a happy demeanor anyway.
sans: hey. i'm sans, sans the skeleton. heeey, you're a human, right? i'm supposed to keep watch for them, but to be honest, i don't really care about that stuff. now, my brother, papyrus is a human hunting FANATIC! he really wants to see a human, so. you know, it would really help me out...if you kept pretending to be one.
Voldemort almost scoffed and walked past him. He could've struck him down, yes, but he had done two things: One, he had not approached him or even tried to talk to him about mercy. And two, he had just told him of an easy kill. Sans spied him suspiciously. As Voldemort walked on, Sans followed at a distance. Watching him.
Papyrus: I DO HOPE SANS IS AWAKE WHEN I GET BACK! THAT LAZYBONES!
Sans stopped cold. Uh-oh. Maybe the 'human' would walk past him. Maybe. Maybe Papyrus wouldn't know...maybe. Voldemort stopped to look at Papyrus, who did the same.
Papyrus: AH, HELLO! I DON'T BELIEVE I HAVE SEEN YOU AROUND! I AM THE GREAT PAPYRUS, AND I-
"AVADA KEDAVRA!" The wave of green light passed over Papyrus' body, and for a moment, the world stopped. Then, slowly, Papyrus turned to dust...right in front of his brother. Horrified, Sans stared, his pupils disappearing from his eyes. Voldemort grunted and walked on, passing over the dust that used to be Sans' brother.
sans: that dirty brother killer.
Voldemort had killed everyone in the snowy town. He could recognize that silence that came from a deserted area. Little did he know, he wasn't alone. Sans was behind him, watching him silently.
"And now...the next area." He announced to himself dramatically. It was Sans' chance. It was now or never. Voldemort closed his eyes to inhale deeply, and when he opened them with an exhale, his eyes met Sans. The skeleton's eyes were closed, and he was still sporting that toothy grin.
sans: fancy seeing you here. here's a question for you: do you think even the worst person can change? that they can be a good person, if they just try?
Voldemort listened to him, anger flaring behind his eyes. Yet he stayed cool. The only sign that he was angry was him gripping his wand just a little tighter. But he was silent, and Sans' expression didn't change.
sans: at a loss for words, eh? well, here's an easier question: do you wanna have a bad time? because if you take one more step, you are really not gonna like what happens next.
Smirking, Voldemort took another step forward and raised his wand. Sans shrugged and opened his eyes. His pupils were missing. It was much eerier without his pupils. Sans snapped his fingers and out from nowhere, bones appeared, floating above his hand.
sans: okay then. Let's go, dirty brother killer.
"AVADA KEDAVRA!" Screamed Voldemort. The wave of green death flew straight towards Sans. Voldemort scoffed. What an idiot, this would be over quickly. Smiling, Sans merely took a sidestep, dodging the spell altogether. Noticing Voldemort's mildly shocked expression, he shrugged.
sans: what? you think i'm gonna stand there and take it?
Sans jumped up into the air and pointed his hands at Voldemort, a Gaster Blaster fading into existence next to it. Voldemort fired another Killing Curse at Sans, bigger and longer than anything even Harry Potter could've believed. The Gaster Blaster responded by firing a blue, glowing laser at the spell.
The two attacks clashed together. They both pushed their weapons, neither attack was winning the beam struggle. Voldemort groaned as Sans merely smiled. This was it. Voldemort, without even realising it, could feel his sins crawling on his back.
FIGHT!
The beams were in a deadlock. Neither beam was winning the struggle, Voldemort groaned, this guy was much tougher than anyone he had seen before. Sans was also struggling, but he refused to admit it. Instead, he teleported behind Voldemort and with a snap of the fingers, forced the Gaster Blaster to disappear. Voldemort groaned and span around, green light emanating from the and.
sans: come on. don't seem 'green' with envy. hehehe!
Letting out a groan, the Dark Wizard fired a Killing Curse at the skeleton, who dodged it quite easily. Sans shrugged and raised an arm, something white emerged from Voldemort's chest, a cracked heart, chipped away from the burden of making Horcruxes.
sans: woah. gotta say, i've never seen a SOUL like that. anyway...
Voldemort's...SOUL, as the skeleton called it, turned blue in the blink of an eye. Concealing his shock, Voldemort tried to fire another Killing Curse at the skeleton. A Gaster Blaster faded into existence and fired a laser at the spell, overpowering and destroying it.
sans: man, i don't think you put your 'SOUL' into that one. hehe, let's have a heart to heart, shall we?
Sans threw his arm to the right, slamming the Dark Wizard into a building. Voldemort groaned, but before he could react, Sans waved his arm to the left. Voldemort flew towards the building, but with a swish of his cloak, Voldemort was gone, standing on the ground meters away, as if he never left.
sans: heh, did my puns make you feel blue? ah well, after all...You asked for this, didn't you?
Imbecile! Voldemort thought to himself, his wand-tip igniting in orange light. Sans chuckled slightly and simply waited for the Dark Wizard to strike.
"Confringo!" He cried, firing a jet of orange light at the skeleton. But right before he could, Sans used his powers to force Voldemort to aim away from him. The spell flew past Sans and hit a tree behind him.
KA-BOOM!
Both fighters were thrown off their feet by the force of the explosion. However, both of them stayed silent. Voldemort scrambled to his feet, gripping his wand tightly. Sans smiled and teleported away with a 'swish!', silently reappearing behind Voldemort. He clicked his fingers and three bones faded into existence. Voldemort turned, ready to defend. Sans threw his hand forward.
One bone zoomed towards the Dark Wizard and struck him in the cheek before burying itself into the ground. Voldemort leaped back to dodge the second and fired a spell that destroyed the third. Sans winked and shrugged, his pupils returning to his face. Sans decided to try a different approach.
sans: huff, puff. look, i know i can't beat you...but somewhere, deep down...i can feel your soul...come on, it's not too late for mercy...all you need to do is...try for some remorse...
If nothing had shocked Voldemort before, this had. Emotions finally showing on his face, shock beyond anything Sans had seen contorted Voldemort's face. It somehow seemed less human than normal. With a roar, Voldemort fired a green spell at Sans, who destroyed it with a Gaster Blaster shot.
sans: welp, it was worth a shot. guess i'll have to kill you. shame, really. you made a great punching bag.
Voldemort fired another spell at Sans, who blocked it with a spinning bone. The fire generated from the earlier Confringo spread through the trees. Snowdin was on fire. Sans gaped at the burning trees, but quickly turned his attention back to Voldemort.
"Confringo!" Recognizing the spell, Sans redirected Voldemort's spell to hit the building next to him again. Instead of looking angry or shocked, Voldemort simply smirked, pointing his wand at the broken pieces of the building.
"Oppugno." The rubble rose into the air and zoomed towards Sans, who teleported out of the way with a gasp. The rubble stopped in mid-air and followed him again, not relenting. Sans tried teleporting once more, and the same result happened. Voldemort watched with amusement as Sans started throwing bones at the rubble, all of which did nothing.
"You're a fool, skeleton...and you will lose everything." He muttered to himself, watching Sans teleporting around. Beads of sweat were shining on Sans' forehead and he started to puff. He had to move quickly or he'd be worn out. Sans clicked his fingers with a smile and the rubble immediately turned blue. Voldemort's eyes widened as the rubble stopped. They were under Sans' direction now.
sans: so you wanna do this the hard way? fine. get 'im, fellas.
The rubble suddenly flew towards Voldemort at blinding speeds. The Dark Wizard was barely able to react in time to conjure a shield to protect himself.
"Try as you wish, skeleton! You're a fool! And it won't work!" The rubble passed through the shield, turning into harmless dust. Sans sighed and put his hands in his pockets, attempting to catch his breath.
"You're mine." He growled, turning into what seemed like...a mist? The swirling mist, the mass, was surrounding Sans, trapping him. The skeleton didn't react, just stared with his signature goofy grin. Then the mass entered Sans chest, and a pain like no other struck Sans, forcing him to his knees.
Flashbacks...memories...all of them flashed through Sans' eyes, watching his brother, murdered in front of him, his town burning...Papyrus...Snowdin...Toriel...He hadn't seen Toriel dead, but considering who he was up against, Sans had come to terms with it long ago.
sans: ugh...get out!
The images, Papyrus' dust, scattered along the snow like worthless pebbles, his town, his house, all burning, the image of the dust belonging to Toriel...It was all too much. If skeletons could cry, he would've, but he couldn't and didn't...Sans fought with all his might, trying to fight off the possession.
sans: what would the kid do here? they'd remember, they'd hope...they'd stay determined!
Sans laughed slightly.
sans: yeah...determination...i need to stay determined, but i'm a monster...hehehe, papyrus would know what to do...papyrus...
And with the image of Papyrus, Voldemort couldn't take it anymore. He burned, he hurt, he was in agonizing pain, he couldn't possess Sans, he loved too much. With a yell of pain, Voldemort exited Sans' body and apparated away, catching his breath. Sans got to his feet, his pupils disappearing, his left eye turning blue.
sans: heh, nice trick.
They were in the endgame now. They'd give it their all. Voldemort was furious. Sans was a mixture of angry, sad and ready. Voldemort caught his breath and pointed his wand directly towards Sans' heart (or where his would've been).
"AVADA KEDAVRA!" He screamed. A green spell blasted out of Voldemort's wand, a wall of death grew closer and closer to Sans, who closed his eyes. He teleported away from the green death spell and pointed his hand at Voldemort. In less than a second, a ring of Gaster Blasters surrounded him, ready to fire.
Then the scene changed. It was nothing like Voldemort had ever seen before, it was like he flipped through a channel on the TV. But now he was surrounded by walls of bones flying closer and closer to him.
Another jump cut, back to the Gaster Blasters. Voldemort looked down at his wand. He needed a way to destroy them all. Thinking quickly, an idea formed in Voldemort's head. Sans looked on, smiling. However, this wasn't a smile that conveyed happiness...it was an empty smile, a heartless one. It had no emotion.
He was ready to kill. Right before the Gaster Blasters fired, Sans heard what seemed like a sizzling. He looked around him, shocked. A snake, larger than all the buildings in the Underground rose out of the Gaster Blaster ring, hot, made of fire and deadly. Sans gasped at Voldemort laughed evilly, pointing his wand at Sans.
The snake reared back, ready to strike as Sans created many Gaster Blasters that surrounded him. Sweat ran down his face as the snake struck. Sans teleported away from it just in time. The Gaster Blasters fired, opening holes in the fire snake. Voldemort watched the scene with a smile. The snake followed Sans around, striking, destroying anything it came into contact with. Buildings...monsters and trees, all erased with a blink of an eye.
Monster Kid: Yo! Woah! What's going o-?
Fire. Hissing...and then Monster Kid was gone. Sans frowned and threw a bone in Voldemort's direction, distracting him. With his guard down, Voldemort was unable to react to the bone striking him in the face, knocking him to the floor. At once, the fire snake dissipated. Sans fell on his stomach, huffing, puffing, dripping a whole lot of sweat.
sans: i can tell you're not one to give up or feel remorse - huff, puff -...i can't stop you from attacking...but-
He was interrupted by a spell from Voldemort. He dodged it with ease and turned back to him, still huffing and puffing. He stuck his hands in his pockets and clenched his hand. Silently, bones appeared behind Voldemort, pointing right towards his back.
sans: anyway...i know i can't beat you. one of these turns, you'll just kill me and walk on, not looking back. you're on of those people that never quit. never stop until they reach their goal...but, ya know, you didn't answer me before...do you think even the worst person can change?
"That's enough!" Voldemort yelled, firing a volley of spells in Sans' direction, who destroyed them all with Gaster Blasters. He was getting slower. He couldn't lose just yet...he had to lower Voldemort's guard just a little more for that fatal blow! Another spell zoomed towards his face. He sidestepped the attack, but the spell nearly grazed his jacket. He was cutting it too close.
sans: but...do you think that people can go 'back'? 'Back' to what they used to be? I suppose society might turn their 'backs' on them, eh? hehe...you don't understand, do you?
Staring, Voldemort discreetly readied his wand. He wasn't stupid. He knew exactly what was behind him, but he had to keep up the act of ignorance.
sans: hehe, you will understand in a second...
Sans pulled his hands out his pockets and pulled them back, smiling. In a flash, Voldemort turned around and conjured a shield, just like the other bones, they turned to dust on contact with the shield.
sans: geeeet dunked o-what?!
Shocked beyond belief, Sans sighed. Voldemort sneered and chuckled, tapping himself on the head with his wand.
"Shocked? I would be, too. You thought I hadn't seen it? Well, have I ever told you I can create Disillusionment Charms so potent I turn invisible?" He said, disappearing from view entirely. Sans gaped and looked around frantically, ready to attack at a moment's notice.
Now...to apparate behind him. Voldemort thought to himself, twirling on his feet. He, in his mind, gloated that he could silently apparate. He tapped himself on the head again and aimed the wand right towards Sans' back.
sans: hehe, using my strategy?
Sans span around to see Voldemort standing there, smirking. However, before Sans could even think of what to do, Voldemort slashed his wand diagonally upwards, no spell fired out of the wand, yet Sans could still tell something was wrong. He looked down and what he saw sent chills down his spine. His torso was sliced open, blood pouring out of it.
sans: welp, i was right. you got me. heh, just think about what i-
A green light clashed against Sans' chest. The skeleton let out a yell and tried to point at the wizard, but his hands were turning to dust before his eyes. Sans's pupils returned to his eyesockets but they were tiny, shocked, scared. It was a look that Voldemort was used to. Sans' other hand was turning to dust.
Another green light smashed against Sans' chest. It would end soon...he'd join Papyrus, Toriel, everyone else Voldemort will or had killed. Another green light crashed against Sans. His arms turned to dust in front of his eyes...
And that's when Voldemort went crazy. Green light after green light crashed against Sans' chest, erasing more and more of him. Voldemort didn't stop firing Killing Curses at the skeleton. Sans closed his eyes as his head and torso were turned to dust, letting out a sigh.
"Fool. Incendio." Fire blasted out of Voldemort's wand, passing over the dust that used to be Sans. The fire in Snowdin raged on as Voldemort apparated away. The fire from the Incendio spell incinerated the dust that was Sans, leaving none of him left. Sans burnt away with Snowdin town, the Underground losing it's best protector.
K.O!
Conclusion[]
Boomstick: Stop! Stop it, he's already dead!
Wiz: This was an interesting match to watch unfold, given their strange and unique powers and while Sans' speed was great, Voldemort had just enough to put the skeleton down for good.
Boomstick: Yeah, Voldemort doesn't die in one hit, unlike Sans. It would only take like, one lucky hit to put the Skeleton down, while Sans needed tons of hits to take Voldy down...that's if he could hit him!
Wiz: That's right, Boomstick. Voldemort had plenty of dangerous and potent abilities to keep Sans at a distance. Many of Voldemort's not only countered, but stumped Sans.
Boomstick: Telekinesis? Please, Voldemort has like, three spells to do that. Teleportation? Yeah, Voldemort could do that to! Gaster Blasters? Voldemort has destroyed the barrier to Hogwarts, worth over 160 tons of TNT! There was no way Sans's bones or blasters could match up to that!
Wiz: You have to remember, Frisk and Chara are just kids and yes, while they could take out most Boss Monsters in one hit, that's likely due to their Determination, or, the monster's lack of it. Remember, Undyne was able to stay alive due to her determination in the Genocide Route.
Boomstick: And yeah, while Sans could react thousands of times faster than Voldemort - spell-dodging doesn't really stack up to scaling to Frisk, who could move faster than lightning -, that was only reactions, it wasn't like they were in a running race together.
Wiz: And while you may be arguing that Sans could just dodge all of Voldemort's attacks, which is perfectly valid, you have to remember how lazy Sans is. He can't be bothered to move a sock normally, and is prone to falling asleep in a fight.
Boomstick: Yeah, even when he's serious, he can still barely be bothered to fight. It's likely that, given Voldemort's counters and unpredictability, the fight would be a big stalemate until Sans fell asleep.
Wiz: And while Sans has nothing Voldemort can't react or at least adapt to, Voldemort has plenty of options for a kill that Sans has never had to defend against before. Sans has never dealt with large fire snakes, instant death spells and mind-control.
Boomstick: Yeah, while both had plenty of options to kill the other, Voldemort was just that much more likely to land a killing blow before Sans could. He was just more convenient for the win.
Wiz: And while Sans' speed and agency over the battle kept him in the fight, his laziness and frail body combined with Voldemort's superior strength, arsenal, unpredictability and versatility became his downfall.
Boomstick: Goddamn, this battle was a skele-ton of fun to watch! Man, that pun took a lot of 'spine'!
Wiz: Ughhh.
Boomstick: Oh, come on, Wiz! Where's your sense of 'femur'? I feel like that pun was 'humerus'! HA!
Wiz: ...The winner is Lord Voldemort.
