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Vriska Serket vs Sans

SPOILER WARNING AHEAD! If you didn’t play the “Genocide Run” of “Undertale” so far or watch a walkthrough of it then I would suggest not reading this if you want to avoid spoilers. Got it? Good. SEIZURE WARNING: The Article contains GIF’s with flashing light effects.

Note: I am a Fan of Homestuck and Undertale. Vriska is my favourite Homestuck Character and Undyne is my favorite Character in Undertale. Not Sans, sorry. I was as neutral as possible while thinking the possibilities through. If somebody wants to argue and discuss my theories they may feel free to write down their opinion.

This battle was inevitable. Well, people think that because Vriska and Sans share the same theme, the Composition “Megalovania”. It is kind of a silly reason.

But how would it play out?

The following document will try to analyse both characters, their strengths and weaknesses and their individual abilities.

I will use only canon information about the two to determine the outcome of this fight.

Some people think that a fight between the cerulean troll and the lazy skeleton would lead to “Make her Pay 2.0” but I disagree with that notion. Sans's blue-hearted telekinesis isn’t able to deal damage. He was dealing damage at the end of the battle against Frisk/Chara with the blue-heart telekinesis but he put a lot of energy in this final effort and it exhausted him pretty fast. Also the attack wasn’t deadly in the end, regardless how much damage it was able to deal. Yes, Aradia was able to deal grievous damage to Vriska but I think that Aradia has a lot more ATK than Sans who only has 1 ATK.

Karmic Retribution is a powerful tool that probably works against Vriska, eating away her HP after one hit. Still it is unknown how much HP Vriska has but we can assume that she has a lot to spare considering her having all the echeladders and that she ascended to God Tier. Also she is probably feeling a certain amount of guilt over her evil deeds which could affect the efficiency of “Karmic Retribution”. This of course is a subject for argumentation. Vriska is a complicated Character after all.

Sans uses a technique known as “Bullet Hell”, a technique often used in Shoot ’em up‘s like Touhou or Gravius but also in other Genres of Videogames. He attacks with a lot of projectiles I.e. bones and Gaster Blaster beams at once and his attacks get faster and more complex over time. If used poorly it can border on fake difficulty. But it makes sense for a game like Undertale to employ a incredible hard challenge like that and genre savvy character like Sans would use unfair tactics to stop an opponent he feels is a real danger to everything in the world. Not to mention that most of Sans's “Bullets” actually target his enemy and don’t spread over the entire battlefield without even coming near the designation. Sans even attacks while his enemy is choosing his next action. He is one magnificent bastard!

Vriska is no slouch herself being a pretty good killer and an exceptional fighter. Doc Scratch once said that he had no idea who would win if Vriska fought against Bec Noir. He wouldn’t bet on Vriska, but wouldn’t bet against her either. It would have been nice to see one of her greater accomplishments in a battle like her attack on the black king but we have only the Fan-Animation “Rex Duodecim Angelus” which is a good one but it is not canon as far as we know.

Vriska is strong, very strong, but she has her flaws and unexpected attacks are her big weakness. Sans has a lot of attacks in his portfolio which an adversary would have a hard time seeing coming. Vriska could catch up to his tricks sooner than later because her paranoia would aid her in this battle. Awaiting attacks from all directions would make her very wary of her surroundings and would give her a higher chance of evading.

Vriska’s main weapon is the Fluorite Octet, a legendary octet of magical dice which can summon all sorts of powerful creatures, weapons and other stuff. But this is a weapon based on chance so the result of every throw can be very random. Her most powerful technique is the Ancestral Awakening. If she throws eight 8’s with her Fluorite Octet she gets all the powers, strength, abilities and agility of her Ancestor, Marquise Spinneret Mindfang, had, and/or is simply empowered by her spirit. Combined with her own abilities and a very powerful sword she becomes incredibly powerful, almost unstoppable. Only really powerful beings like the already mentioned Bec Noir are her equal in this mode. But even then Sans can dodge her powerful attacks again and again until he gets to tired.

In the End it would become a battle of Attrition. A long and very exhausting battle for both warriors. But which of the two has more endurance?

Sans is incredibly lazy and laid back which made the fact that he is such an incredibly tough warrior very surprising. The irony of the physically weakest enemy in the game having the most infuriating battle techniques to counter is quite obvious but also logical.

But here is a catch: Vriska wouldn’t trust Sans. Let me explain: She obviously trusted Terezi NOT to stab her in the back but she was wrong about that in the end. Vriska knows also about many clichés, tropes and twists which happen in all kind of stories and she could sense that something isn’t right about Sans. She could, it doesn’t have to happen but the fact that something isn’t right with Sans should be obvious fairly quickly, especially in a fight with him.

Vriska would of course have problems hitting Sans because he likes to dodge attacks and is incredibly good at it. She has many ways to attack him thanks to the many possibilities of the “Fluorite Octet” but Sans is probably able to dodge most of it. Vriska also has a lot of Determination, so much in fact that only the direst circumstances and/or the most brutal breaking speeches can stop her.

Vriska’s ability to mind control and to read the mind of other people as well as her ability to steal the enemies' luck make her pretty overpowered. But I guess that Sans has the usual “Contractual Boss Immunity” against status effects so I doubt that those abilities will help against the brother of Papyrus.

Like I mentioned a few paragraphs ago, Sans has the flying “Gaster Blasters”, attack machines that shoot broad lasers at his enemies. Vriska could and probably would destroy those machines the first moment she can instead of dodging them the entire time.

I also see her trying to destroy the bones that are thrown at her instead of only dodging them.

So, would Vriska be able to survive, dodge and/or destroy all the attacks that Sans can use against her? I think she can.

I think that Vriska may able to beat Sans in a battle rather than vice versa. Vriska has simply more determination and strength than Sans in my eyes. Sans is a very hard enemy for somebody like Frisk/Chara and for the player but I’m not sure if Vriska would succumb to the same rules the players have to follow in “Undertale”. And even if Vriska has to follow the rules of the Undertale video game she may be able to succeed.

So, yes I think Vriska has a high chance of succeeding should she fight Sans.

Please Remember: That is just my opinion. And like I already said: I’m willing to discuss this topic.

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Dream bubbles, a creation of the Horrorterrors. A alternate form of afterlife, some might say. Vriska was sure there was more after death, especially after a bunch of ghosts haunted her for a short time. But for now she was here, in her memories. She dated a doomed timeline John for a short time, but it didn’t work out in the end. //Because I want the Alpha Timeline John? Am I even the Alpha Timeline Vriska anymore?// Vriska shook her head. No time for such ideas. She had to find her friends. //Why? Oh, right, I have nothing better to do these days.// She thought about how to reach another dream bubble. //Mindfang's journal... Yes!// In seconds the Spidertroll was in her hive and was fetching the legendary pirate's journal. //Maybe I can find you with this. That would make my day! ::::)// She turned to a random page and started to read it without looking twice. //It should work, right? I mean, these are Mindfang's memories. She may not be here with me but........// The words showed her the way and she followed them quickly. The words flew out of the book and transformed into a bridge that lead her to another dream bubble. She landed on Mindfang's ship. “Fantastic.“ Vriska had butterflies in her stomach. It looked exactly like it was described in Mindfang's Journal. A beautiful, big ship built for combat. Made to look harmless to trick the enemy. Vriska was impressed as she started searching the ship. Everything was as she had imagined it. //I should make a trip with this ship at some point.// She heard the sound of knitting from another room. //Mindfang and knitting?// Vriska opened the door with a wham and demanded: “Who dares to knit on this ship?” Vriska got a soft laugh as an answer. “I do, my dear, but don't worry, I have a license!” The Spidertroll saw a grown-up troll sitting on the ground, her back turned to her. Vriska skipped into a battle pose. “Don’t come near me, grown-up. I have killed nastier enemies than you.“ “I believe you, little pirate girl. But there is no need for death threats. Especially if dead came already too one like myself, or too you.” Vriska relaxed slightly. “And who are you? Do you know Mindfang?” “Yes, I know her personally.” “Really?”, asked Vriska, a little excited. “She is the coolest person in alternian history! It sure must have been special to know her.” “Yes our relationship was pretty “special” my dear.” Vriska walked around the Troll woman until she saw her face. “Hmmmmmmmm........ I don’t recognize you........ Where you one of Mindfangs pirates?” “No dear, I was one of her slaves.” Vriska stoped. She took a closer look at the woman. “The Dolorosa...” “Exactly my dear. The First Troll-Lusus of a Grub.“ Vriska lowered her eyes in disappointment and sighed. She read a passage about Mindfang and her brainwashing of the Dolorosa........ The brainwashing. Vriska suddenly felt uneasy. “And what is your name, if you are allowing me to ask this question my dear?” “Vriska Serket........”, came the mumbled answer. “And yours is........?” She noticed in that moment that she didn’t know the real name of that woman. Only her title. It stands to reason that the names of the Signless and his entourage were erased from history. At least, she didn’t know them or more about that subject matter. She didn’t care for the history of the Signless that much. “I like Dolorosa“, the women said and smiled warmly. “It sounds good. Let’s leave it at that for the moment, okay?” “Okay.” Awkward silence ensued. Vriska loved and admired her ancestor, the mighty pirate Marquise Spinneret Mindfang. But even she couldn’t defend certain things she did. “Was it bad?” “What exactly are you referring to my dear?” “Your........“ Vriska faltered. She never faltered, ever, before anyone, she was confident, strong, cool. “Your time with Mindfang.” “Oh, it was fantastic my dear. Slavery is a fantastic lifestyle, you should try it out some time.” “No thanks.” The Dolorosa chuckled. “Well, my dear you should give me a little bit of company. I love to make new acquaintances.” “You goooooooot to be kidding me!”, Vriska laughed. “I’m searching for people I know. No time to drink tea with old ladies.” “We could play Baccara instead.” “Do you know flarping?” “I... I didn’t often engage in modern sexual activities, if it that’s you are referring too.” Vriska blushed and said fiercely: “No, you are way too old........ And dead........ And you look more like a good moirail than a matesprit in my opinion. For me anyway, other trolls could think otherwise for themselves.” The old lady laughed again. “That was a joke my dear. But thanks for the compliment. Do you have no moirail?” “None.” Vriska thought about Kanaya. Her old friend, her moirail. “Our relationship was at a chasm before I died. I didn’t know why, and worse, I flushed red for her shortly before I died. I wish I had talked to her one last time.” The Dolorosa looked sympathetic. “That does sound awful my dear.” //Why the hell I’m so talkative before this stranger? I should go........ But where to?// Without another word Vriska put herself beside the Dolorosa. “I hope you don’t mind........” “Not at all.” //And now I’m polite. I should annoy her and call her names, not be so friendly. But on the other hand........ She is........ Oh, gog, don’t think about it. Speak about everything, but not about that...// “Ahem........ Anyhow how is your sex life?” In that second the Thief of Light decided to kill alternate John for showing her “The Room”. //Curse you Tommy Wiseau.// “To be honest, not much lately”, said the Dolorosa, deadpan. “Sorry, it's........ I saw that movie and........ It stuck in my head........ Please, I didn’t........ Sorry!” Vriska blushed more severe than before. She didn’t want to be caught dead by her friends while she was nice, apologetic and rather open to someone. “It’s okay my dear. You are funny.” “I’m not funny, in life I was the strongest and most badass  Troll on Alternia!” “You don’t say”, the Dolorosa said, slightly intrigued, and smiled warmly. “I want to inquire about your life on my old home planet, if you have nothing against such a tale.” Vriska grinned. Somebody who actually WANTS to hear her tales. It has been a long time since somebody wanted to listen to her stories. The bubble began to change. Vriska's memories melded into the dream bubble of the Dolorosa. The Scorpio had to admit that a dream bubble was an excellent way to tell her story. “Your story is pretty good, for being a propagator of laaaaaaaame pacifism and love and being the mother of Jegus, but nobody's story is as good as mine,” Vriska said, smug and confident. She felt a little bit safer again. “It is often a matter of perspective my dear, and one story should be compared to others about the same thematic. My story sounds very different from yours in themes, succession of events and style, at least I surmise that fact.” “Yes, yes, yes, yes, you’re right. Gog, you are remind me of........” Vriska faltered. She didn’t want to think about her now. “Nevermind.” Vriska commenced to tell her story. The dream bubble changed accordingly and gave a 360° show with realistic sound and awesome special effects. She showed the Dolorosa her trials in her wriggler days and being chosen by the spider lusus. “This type of lusus is known for only eating trolls”, the Dolorosa remarked. “And their charge has to feed them.” “Yes........ Not a jolly job to be honest. I was pretty good at it.” “It is one of the most gruesome things troll society does”, the Dolorosa said frankly, no accusation in her voice. “You didn’t choose this lusus.” “No, I didn’t........”, Vriska said. “But it doesn’t free me from the debt and guilt for all the times I killed.” “Guilt is something”, the older Troll said. “A very good thing. It means there is still hope.”

Vriska continued to tell and show her the life she lived. She became friends with other trolls, crippled one, killed one and blinded another. Her tone was confident but at times a little shaky during that segment. //I........ It is like with John........ With her........ These are things only a moirail should know.// She talked also about her own mishaps. She boasted that everything that didn’t kill her made her stronger. The Dolorosa nodded and listened. “The Sgrub Game wasn’t really all that hard”, Vriska told. “I mean some of us where waaaaaaaay too strong for the majority of the enemies.

And with alchemizing you could build stuff that is ridiculously broken. Feferi accidentally built an atom bomb once using only bubble gum, a atom and rice crackers. Somehow. Sollux thought it was because the bubblegum was special or the crackers had pepper instead of salt.” “That game sounds pretty dangerous. Does it really destroy the world?” “Yes, but we found out about it after we started the game. Except Aradia, I think she knew what would happen.” Vriska proceeded to tell the Dolorosa about the final battle against the Black King, Bec Noir who stopped them from attaining the prize and what happened in the Veil. “It waaaaaaaas probably a little tense........ It was only a matter of time until a few of us blew a fuse........ Including me.” Vriska felt the sting of guilt again. The same guilt she endured as Aradia summoned all those ghosts to haunt her. Or on other occasions. //Argh! What is going on? I’m a Troll, only the strong survive and the weak perish. No reason to feel guilty, it is our way, our way........ Our way.// “The trolls are as violent as ever”, the Dolorosa concluded. “But in you, one of the most brutal and infamous of them, I see hope........ You are a confused young troll. Wanting to be the best but hindered by your feelings. You can still decide to change your way.“ Vriska stood up vigorously. “NO!”, the cerulean-blood shouted. “My way is the best and will always be the best!!!!!!!! It made me the strongest, made me the hardest, the most confident and the strongest of all Trolls! I only died because it was masterstroke of a brilliant young troll that can out-think everybody!!!!!!!!” “Oh........” The Dolorosa smiled. “Sounds like you like your Friend Terezi greatly.” “I DON’T NEED HER!”, screamed the Serket. “I’m the descendent of the powerful Marquise Spinneret Mindfang and I’m exactly like her!” Vriska thought that non-existent coldness suddenly struck and it became as cold as on an ice planet. She really didn’t want to say that. “Ahem........ I meant........ Ahem........” The gaze of the Dolorosa was unreadable for the long haired girl. “I........ I........” Vriska gathered all her confidence, conviction and strength. She wanted to scream that Mindfang was the best, that only a powerful warrior like the Summoner was capable of beating her, that she was a master of survival, the most feared Alternian pirate of all time, that the Dolorosa should have felt honoured that Mindfang made the jadeblood her Slave and Matesprit, that she........ She........ The Scene changed back to Mindfang's ship and they saw the Marquise and the Dolorosa in plain slave clothing approaching. The scene then changed to the desert, Tavros's Land of Sand and Zephyr. Neither of the two wanted to watch what would have followed. Vriska remembered the time she tried to mind control Tavros into kissing her. It felt creepy and wrong. She didn’t do it. But Mindfang did. “I can’t........ I can’t........ I can’t defend this.” “What is the subject you’re unable to defend?” Vriska dropped to her knees. “I never thought to say that but........ I’m sorry.” “For what exactly? For being a little loud during our mesmerizing conversation?” “No, you........ I’m sorry that my Ancestor........ That she........ That Mindfang........” “Yes....?” “I’m sorry that she brainwashed you and made you her matesprit against your will.” Silence for several seconds. The Dolorosa looked sympathetic and stroked Vriskas cheek. “It wasn’t your fault, my dear”, the Dolorosa said tenderly. “You’re not her.” The younger troll carefully pushed the Dolorosa's arm away. “I didn’t brainwash anybody to do........ You know what. But I’m a murderer. Mass murderer even. Eventually, I had no problem killing my friends. At first. The guilt crept slowly into me........ I........” Tears welled up in Vriska's eyes. “Come my dear.” “But........” Vriska looked away, ashamed. “Please, I don’t think I deserve........” The Dolorosa sighed, drew Vriska gently to her and embraced her. “Why........? I did so many terrible things........ All of them!” “Nobody is beyond redemption.” Vriska trembled. The waterfall broke. She began to cry. She cried like never before. She didn’t remember the last time she cried for somebody. It was something that would seem weak, but she did it anyway. It didn’t matter anymore, for the moment at least. “Why........ WHY?!”, Vriska cried out into the afterlife. “Why did I have to kill all those trolls?! To feed a useless fat spider? Why?! It was stupid and senseless!” “I think the idea of the dilemma was to make you independent, strong and ruthless”, the Dolorosa analyzed the situation. “Yeah, a monster that can kill everybody she meets with no sense of loyalty to anyone is SUUUUUUUUCH a great concept”, said Vriska between two intense sobs. “You’re not a monster.” Vriska weeped without an end in sight. “I hurt so many and I was hurt in return. Was I not properly punished enough?” Vriskas head sunk into the Dolorosa's lap, weeping relentlessly. The old women stroked Vriska's hair gently. “Shoosh...” “Stop it you’re not my........” Vriska began, furious, but then wept again. “Oh, Kanaya........ Where are you? Please, Fussyfangs who are you?” The Dolorosa stroked Vriska's Hair gently and papped her back. The 8-obsessed Troll looked up. “Well........ You’re a good enough substitute I suppose.” “There, there....” Vriska calmed down a little. This woman worked miracles on her, the young, dead troll thought. And she reminded her of Kanaya........ Vriska wept again. “Shoosh...” “Stop that! You are reminding me of........ Please no. It feels terrible. I miss her.” Vriska hissed. Impotent fury filled her mind. “FUCK! I want to see them again! Tavros, Terezi, Kanaya, John........ Anyone. Even Eridan. ARGH!” “It seems unfortunate that I’m like a person you care for.”

“No, no, its okay”, Vriska said fast in fear of chasing that ridiculously nice person away. “All right.” The Dolorosa used the next few minutes to pap the young troll. Vriska controlled her breathing as much as possible and tried to fight back the tears. “I didn’t ask for this.” “I know.” “But you had a choice”, Vriska said. “Why throw everything away for a little grub nobody wanted?” “Compassion and the love that exits only between most Lusii and their charges.” “MOST is right”, mumbled Vriska. “Mine could only scream for more food. Food, food, food. And the only thing she could eat was Trolls. And what kind of Troll would let her Lusus die?” “Not a good one.” “Yes........ I fed her........ The killing became so easy with time, and part of my everyday life. The weak perished. Burgundy, yellow, teal, purple, violet, nobody was safe. The color didn’t matter to me.” “Not a big fan of the Hemospectrum I augur?” “Strength has nothing to do with your blood color. I watched purple highbloods begging for their lives and burgundys fighting with everything they had, better than some violet seadwellers.” Vriska stopped weeping and felt relaxed. “What was the point of my existence? So much killing........ What I have done so far is not enough to make look it was worth it. That cannot be the end.” “You still exist,” the Dolorosa reminded her. “Your story is not over. Trust me, the opportunity may come.” Vriska hoped for it. A chance for redemption. “I’m so sorry........ I feel so guilty........ But I couldn't talk to anybody about this, with two exceptions.” “You’re welcome.” Vriska drew her legs and the rest of her body onto the Dolorosa's lap and curled up like a kitten on the legs of the jadeblood.

For a moment, she wished she knew how to imitate a purr like Nepeta. She tried it nonetheless. “It sounds you are trying to imitate a meowbeast my dear.” “Uhm........ a good friend of mine does it often........” “Sounds like a pretty special person.” “Yes........ somebody who knows how to make friends........ and keep them.” “You should ask her how she does that if the opportunity should presents itself.” “Yeah........ I miss that shipping cat.” “Sounds very familiar to my ears”, the Dolorosa said. “Did you see her?” “No, sorry. I meant somebody else.” “Bluh, bluh, whatever.”

The Dolorosa wiped the tears from Vriska's face carefully. “Are you feeling better than before, little spider troll?” “Not if you call me that again.” “Why not? It sounds mignon.” “I’m not cute, I’m evil.” “Evil can be very cute.” “That is total nonsense.” A innocent grin came across the face of the older troll and she started to tickle the younger troll. “Oh, stop that. I‘m not tickl........ Hehehehehehehehe!” Vriska's laughter spluttered, uncontrolled, from her mouth. “Stop that!” “Nope, that is too much fun.” Vriska didn’t know what to do. She could easily free herself from this predicament. But on the other hand she liked it. Kanaya tickled her at least one time as far the cerulean-blooded troll could remember. It was more fun than Vriska would ever admit to herself or to Kanaya. After a while the Dolorosa stopped. “That was pretty sneaky, tickling somebody out of the blue.” “The Signless loved it. He sounded like a little wingbeast every time I tickled him.” //I bet nobody wrote THAT down.// “Did you also tickle the Disciple and the the Ψiioniic?” “Yes. It was more fun with the Disciple though. She was always the liveliest and happiest of us.” “I’m sorry that it ended for your little family the way it did.” “It was so many sweeps ago; I had enough time to process it. And in death we are all together.” “Good to hear........” Vriska felt sleepy. Very sleepy all of a sudden. She felt weary, her eyelids heavy. “I don’t feel so good........” “You are probably tired my dear.” “I’m dead”, said Vriska, eyes rolling. “I don’t need sleep anymore.” “The body and the mind both need sleep. You lost your body, but your mind still needs sleep.” Vriska knew that. She did sleep in the dream bubbles but she thought that this part belonged to her memories not an actual need for rest. “Sleep, little troll”, the Dolorosa said and stroked Vriska's back. “I’m sorry........ I am so sorry........ For everything........ I hate myself........” “Shoosh. I believe you. You can still redeem yourself. You can. You only have to want it.” “I will get redemption........ All the redemption........ All of it.” “You will, my dear, you will.” Vriska closed her eyes, snuggled herself closer to the body of the Dolorosa and drifted into a long sleep. The Dolorosa smiled upon the little troll. She looked into the sky. Night struck the heaven as Vriska started to sleep and she saw the starry sky. “You can imagine really beautiful nights.”

      Notes:

Well, that is my idea how Vriska could be in a certain situation. I wanted to make her wish for redemption a little bit clearer by giving her somebody she could rather trust. And every time the B2 Trolls meet a Ancestor, it was THEIR Ancestor. I wanted to change that a little. And I think those two fit together.

  Thanks to SilckenSoul and Shaula from the MSPA Forums for proof-reading.

Hope you all enjoyed it.

My try at this.Meme. Hope some people can laugh about this.

lol u used terezi's quirk on vriska's post

It was a post from Terezi.

Oh, Great Guber.... XD!

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A Fanfic about the Destruction of the Disney Multiverse. Culprit: Star Butterfly, the Undaunted. https://archiveofourown.org/works/34704217 https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13981411/1/Cleaver-of-Worlds

The Animation looks great.... After the success of the original, the new one got unsurprisingly a pretty high budget it seems. It is showing promise... I will anticipate “Sailor Moon Crystal”.