The Clash of Cosmic Fear In the heart of Underworld, the ground trembled with primordial energy as the looming figure of Cosmic Fear Garou emerged, shrouded in ominous darkness. This malevolent entity hungered for chaos and despair, towering over the landscape with a chilling aura of dread. The air crackled like static and with every breath he took, shadows danced and writhed, echoing the terror he instilled in all beings that chanced upon his path. Across this fateful battlefield, three unique embodiments of Sans stood poised for combat. Each had their distinctive resolve: Sans 1, resigned to the inevitable destruction; Sans 2, embracing the hope he carried; and Sans 3, ready to jest even in the face of doom. Multiple layers of bone armor shimmered on their skeletal frames as their shared determination melded into an unbreakable bond. Their essence was amplified thrice, showcasing their combined speed, intellect, and relentless fury. Round One: The Bone Barrage With a decisive nod exchanged among the three, the battle erupted with an avant-garde display. Sans 1 raised his palm skyward, summoning a volley of bones that spiraled through the air, spiraling toward Garou. Each bone flew with precision, aimed to encircle Garou into a constricting cage of despair. Sans 2 followed up, his magic-touched Gaster Blasters erupting into existence as beams of ethereal energy tore through the skies, striking through the haze of darkness. Garou’s piercing crimson eyes honed in; he evaded the bone cage, enhanced speed ignited into a flash as he spun, initiating a counterattack. Tendrils of shadow shot forth, seeking to crush Sans 1 under their weight. Like a phantom, Sans 1 dodged, slipping away just as the dark tendrils crashed against the ground with explosive force, sending debris flying, obscuring the battlefield momentarily. But Sans 3 was ready, joining the fray with an animated twist of his wrists. “Knock knock!” he shouted mid-air, warping in right next to Garou as Gaster Blasters materialized at point-blank range. Energy surged. “Who’s there? A good punchline!” A torrent of energy erupted outward, catching Garou off guard, momentarily staggering the titan of despair. Round Two: The Judgement Ascendant With Garou staggering, a primal roar rumbled from his depths. Dark wings unfurled, shadow flared into a maelstrom as he embodied chaos incarnate. A barrier of dark energy formed, warding off damage. Yet the unity of the Sans triad pressed on, determined to break through. Team B, the Yokubō dreamer, emerged from the tumult, encased in a profound aura, the soul traits of justice, determination, and patience weaving through their very being. The fusion of Undyne's resilience, Asgore's wrath, and Sans' clever wit shaped this new force. With a wave of their hand, they conjured a storm of relentless spears—a barrage unfurling like deadly petals in bloom. Sans 1 retaliated instantly, teleporting into the path of a spear, causing it to miss him by mere inches, retaliating with a focused beam from his Gaster Blaster countering with bone manipulation that caused the spears to array back toward Garou like a vengeful tempest. “Hope isn’t dead yet! Let’s show him!” Sans 2 yelled, his onyx eyes glowing fiercely as he became one with the attack strategy. The three synchronized their movements, a ballet of bones and magic, forging a spectacular spectacle that sparked brilliance in a creeping darkness. Round Three: Fractured Reality Garou’s form twisted, morphing into a grotesque visage, reflecting every ounce of despair and hatred. Darkness pooled beneath him, and he launched forward, fiery rage manifesting as a fiery wave, intent on obliterating all in its path. Yet, a swift maneuver from Sans 1, met with a circular formation from Sans 3 and the judgment aether of Yokubō dreamer enabled a counter; bones entwined with light, forming a spiraling vortex that shattered the dark wave. The impact echoed like celestial thunder as the very fabric of reality rippled. As this clash peaked, Garou struggled against the unity of the Triad, the seductive lure of hope mingling with surreal echoes of despair. Amid the turmoil, Sans 2 channeled the light of all souls he embraced, invoking fundamental powers that ebbed from the depths of existence, launched his Gaster Blasters into the enshrouding storm, turning the tide to purging darkness. The Final Confrontation Resolute and undeterred, the three Sans formed a final gambit with Yokubō at their side, uniting their strength to catalyze the luminary weapon—a startlingly bright barrage of light and bone. Garou hissed defiantly, lunging into the fray as the combined force of the Sans flattened its oppressive wave in a spectacular explosion. Bone collided with darkness, magic unearthing astrological might as Garou’s final wail tore through the murky atmosphere. Color returned to the shadow-ridden plains as Cosmic Fear Garou, enveloped in a cascade of shimmering light, was ultimately defeated, a fading memory of terror caught between timelines. As the smoke cleared, silence fell upon the battlefield—the efforts of Sans and Yokubō now resonated through the echoes of the realm, Azgore’s armor reflecting the flickering twilight of victory. In that moment, hope reclaimed its place, as the three Sans shared a victorious look, knowing that even in absurdity and chaos, unity carved a path through despair. “Well, that’s a wrap!” Sans 3 chuckled, gesturing towards the scattered remnants of ones that had succumbed to their cosmic fear. Together, they stepped back into the realms of peace, their bonds fortified by the crescendo of conflict at hand—where bravery and hope stood firm against the darkest shadows in existence.