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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      Undertale_(Video_Game), Dusttale_-_Fandom
  Relationship:
      Frisk/Sans_(Undertale), Dusttale_sans/frisk
  Character:
      Sans_(Undertale), Sans_(Dusttale), Frisk_(Undertale), Chara_(Undertale),
      Papyrus_(Undertale)
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      Frisk_is_a_Sweetheart, Female_Frisk, Female_Chara, Frisk_dies_a_lot,
      Comfort/Angst, Angst, Blood_and_Torture, Soul_Bond, Self-Hatred, Slow
      Burn, POV_Sans, POV_Frisk, Other_Additional_Tags_to_Be_Added
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      Published: 2017-12-16 Updated: 2018-01-09 Chapters: 3/? Words: 20265
****** Erasing The Dust ******
by BadgerDame
Summary
     After Chara's hundreds of genocide runs, Sans finally took the action
     that was needed to stop her. He gained LOVE. Killing every single
     monster to do so even his own brother. Contaminating his soul and
     making him unhinged. Now, it seems he has finally won. Now, it seem's
     that Chara wont come back. What he didn't expect was another human to
     appear in the Underground. A girl who looked so much like Chara, but
     wasn't. A girl with the same determined soul and the power to reset.
***** Chapter 1 *****
Seconds turned to minutes and minutes turned to hours. The crimson that once
was drenching his dirty dark blue jacket had dried a while ago. The blood clung
to him like it belonged there all along, just like the dust had as well. Caking
off in flakes in places when he lazily picked at it with his phalanges as he
waited in the snow. His singular red and combined red with a circle of blue
mismatched eye lights glancing at the closed door to the Ruins every now and
again.
 
Waiting.
 
Waiting for her.
 
Always.
 
Waiting.
 
Sans dirty grey slippers kicked the snow around his foot out of boredom. His
eye sockets glancing to the now stiff body that laid barely five feet away from
him. Their once green and yellow sweater stained crimson and ripped from the
multiple wounds he had inflicted on them. The snow turned blood red underneath
them, reminding Sans of a painting. Their death was a slow agony, torturous for
the sins that had crawled on their back for so many timelines. The dust that
had covered their clothes for so many timelines had been a testament to that
fact and what they deserved. Sans snickered at the thought.
 
Not like he didn’t have his own sins to deal with now.
 
Not like he was much better.
 
The dust that not even he could shake off, no matter how hard he tried.
 
Quickly, Sans shook his head at the thought and turned his glance back at the
door. Expecting any moment for them to come walking out, even if he knew they
wouldn’t. Her body was still next to him after all. If she had reset then it
would have faded away into the void along with this timeline. Paranoia wouldn’t
leave his mind however, that if he turned his back on the door for a second
they’d come waltzing out and he’d miss them completely. There was no logic or
reason to that line of thinking and yet, Sans didn’t care.
 
It was so hard to care about anything anymore.
 
Well, that wasn’t a hundred percent true, now was it?
 
Sans still cared about one thing.
 
The one thing he had cared about this entire timeline.
 
For several timelines now.
 
Gaining more LOVE.
 
His smirk turned into a grimace when the only sounds that could be heard was
the slight breeze. Once there had been laughter behind the door he was staring
at when he would tell his awful knock-knock jokes. Once he could even hear the
howls of excitement of the Royal guard dogs even all the way out here. Once
every single day he would hear his brother shouts to wake him up and tell him
to take his job more seriously. Now. Well, there was only the wind and the
sound his jacket made when he would shift in his spot.
 
“heh, never realized how quiet things could be.” Sans mumbled to himself and
even after stating his observation, he knew that wasn’t entirely true.
 
Not ever since they appeared in the Underground.
 
That’s when he had learned a long time ago how silent the world really was when
there weren’t anyone left to make a sound. A twisted irony of how this time it
wasn’t their fault for the lack of noise, no, this time it was his.
 
“YOU DID WHAT WAS RIGHT” Papyrus voice echoed in his head and Sans could only
agree with that assessment of his actions. 
 
Sans had been so naive when they had first fallen into the Underground. Letting
himself be tamed by a useless promise that only got everyone he knew killed
again, again and again. He allowed himself to be apathetic towards others
plight, hoping that once she got bored of killing everyone over and over that
maybe they’d try something else. That day never came. Each reset only brought
on more and more death. More dust to cover their clothes and knife. Each time
she came back their smile even more malicious and gleeful each time. Sans
couldn’t understand back then that they would never stop until he actually did
something about it. The timelines he did fight them, he always lost, only to be
thrust back into the hell of their twisted game over again.
 
A never ending cycle of death.
 
On and on and on it went with no sign of changing.
 
She just had to much LOVE.
 
Always just to determined.
 
Sans glanced at their body still laying in the snow and smirked.
 
Well, they were, anyways.
 
Not now and never again.
 
Sans had seen to that personally.
 
It was such a simple solution to his overbearing problems that once he had
figured it out, he couldn’t help the laughter at his own stupidity for not
figuring it out earlier. Sans knew he couldn’t win against the human with how
pathetic his LV was. All he needed to do was gain more. If only he had thought
about that timelines ago, he could have avoided so much misery for everyone
involved. As easy as it was to follow through with his plan it still didn’t
keep the nightmares at bay after his first few kills. Sans remembered how he
would wake up screaming for the crimes he had done and how his brother would
come in to his room to check on him. Still, that eventually faded away with
time. After all, he had been doing this for everyone. If a few had to die for
he could stop the human once and for all then the cost was worth it.
 
“DIRTY BROTHER KILLER.” Papyrus voice whispered accusingly in his ear and Sans
couldn’t help the slight frown he gave at that.
 
“heh, yeah, i am. still it’s better this way. better than what they would have
done to ya,” Sans argued back and when the voice gave no response back, he
couldn’t help, but sigh. “c’mon, paps, don’t tell me you’re still bitter about
that, ya know i didn’t have a choice. right?” Slight maddening desperation
clung to his tone and he shuddered at the sound.
 
“I KNOW BROTHER, I TRUST YOU. ITS OVER NOW, ISN’T IT?
 
That was the question that had been plaguing him for hours. Why was their body
still lying next to him? Why hadn’t they reset yet? Did they really give up
finally? Did he finally stop her? He doubted it. No. It had to be a nasty trick
from the human. Making him see a slight glimmer of hope that all the madness
that his life had been dragged into for countless resets was finally over. 
That his victory would be snatched away from him, just for she could mock him
for ever thinking he could have a shred of optimism.
 
She wouldn’t fool him.
 
Sans would wait in this spot forever if he had to.
 
What else was he supposed to do anyways?
 
A few more hours went by into the night as he sat there. Occasionally, Sans
would get up to stretch his stiff bones from sitting to long. He even got bored
enough at one point during his wait to summon a Gaster Blaster to destroy a
couple of the forest trees. His brother’s voice chided him for that one until
he agreed to stop. Leaning his back against the tree, he sighed and waited. His
grin fading from his countenance the more time that passed by. The wind was
picking up more as it seemed a winter storm was rolling in. If it wasn’t for
the fact that he couldn’t really feel the cold that much he would have been a
bit bothered.
 
Heh, not like it will even last once she resets.
 
His thoughts were interrupted however by the sound of a door opening. Sans
smirk grew in sadistic anticipation at the thought of what new ways he’d kill
them again this time. She had purposefully SAVED right after he was forced to
kill everyone a few timelines ago, to mock him. Telling him how once she
stopped coming back like he wanted how he’d be all alone in the world. It was a
slow fear that had been building within his soul for the hours now. He needed
his victory as that’s all that mattered in the world, but Sans couldn’t shake
the worry that their words might ring true. Mad eye lights glanced to the side
and his smirk only turned into confusion when he saw that the body did not move
from its spot on the ground.
 
The world hadn’t been reset.
 
Then who was coming out of the Ruins?
 
“DID YOU MISS ONE YOU LAZYBONES?” Sans glanced at the floating head of his
brother, who looked even more disappointed in him with the thought.
 
“heh,don’t be silly, pap. you know i always take care of the ruins first.” Sans
gritted his teeth as he spoke.
 
It was a true statement even if he hadn’t been in the Ruins for a good number
of timelines now. Sans knew he couldn’t risk the human gaining even a little
bit of LOVE and when the world reset and that’s where they always returned
first. Luckily and unfortunately for the monsters in the Ruins it never took
him very long to kill them off. They were the weakest monsters in the
Underground after all. Besides, he couldn’t recall when it happened, but every
time the world reset his LOVE never vanished from him anymore. Even if he had
the strength he needed to kill the human it didn’t stop him from murdering
everyone off in the Underground over and over again. Giving the human any
leeway in a fight against him would just be a foolish mistake. However, he
thought with their last save that he didn’t have to worry about that anymore.
Now, he wasn’t as sure as he watched from the shadows of the forest, waiting to
see who would exactly come out of the door. Sans refused to believe he had
missed a monster timelines ago.
 
He was always so careful.
 
Well if he had then that could be easily fixed.
 
Better if whoever it was died by hismercy than the cruelty they would only
receive from the human.
 
It was a kindness that he would willingly give to his fellow monsters.
 
Blue and purple stripped sweater was the first thing he could see when she
appeared from out the door timidly. She was nowhere near the age of a child,
but not an adult either. Around the others human’s age if he had to take a
guess. Every single thought stopped in its tracks as his mad gaze was locked on
the girl. Purple flames sparked from his left eye socket as he took in exactly
what he was seeing. As the girl took more steps away from the door, glancing at
the vast forest around her, his bloodlust was coming more and more to the
forefront of his mind. Her medium brown hair looked exactly the same as
Chara’s, though her change of outfit had completely set him off his usual track
of mind.
 
Was this still Chara?
 
It had to be?
 
Right?
 
His eye-lights glanced back to the frozen corpse in the snow and for the first
time in so many timelines now, Sans had no inkling of an idea of what was even
going on anymore. The world didn’t reset? No. It had to have. This must be some
trick the human was playing on his already shattered mind. That was the only
logical conclusion he could come to.
 
However.
 
What if?
 
Sans teleported from tree to tree to watch her continue her cautious stroll.
Not once did he take his gaze away from her as he contemplated his next move.
In the end he knew it didn’t matter if it was Chara or not. He would still kill
her. Humans couldn’t be trusted. He knew that. Learned that the hard way. Yet,
he felt like prolonging this endeavor at the moment. When she finally made it
to the gate his brother had poorly constructed years ago, he teleported behind
her. His magic sparking purple and alerting the human that someone was near
her. Sans could have been more sneaky with his approach, but he didn’t feel the
need to. After all she wouldn’t be alive for much longer anyways.
 
“H u m a n.” His voice was deep and held the underlying threat of her death
that would soon follow.
 
Her body stiffened at the sound of his voice and he knew he had startled her.
Good. She should be afraid of him. Sans wasn’t known for his mercy when it came
to humans anymore. They didn’t deserve it. When she didn’t turn around
immediately his grin only widened at her hesitation.
 
“WHAT ARE YOU DOING? KILL THE HUMAN ALREADY!” His brother’s red eye lights
narrowed at him disapprovingly and Sans gave a simple shrug. He honestly wished
Papyrus would be quiet right now. He didn’t want the human to try and run off
right away. After all he wasn’t done with them yet.
 
“W e l l a r e n t y o u g o n n a g r e e t a n e w p a l?” His voice hid his
excitement, if it was Chara like he suspected, then their reaction would prove
that soon enough.
 
The girl shivered at the tone of his voice and ever so slowly she turned
around. When she turned to face him, he was even more surprised.
 
Brown.
 
Not crimson.
 
Brown.
 
It couldn’t be Chara.
 
Then why is she here?
 
Sans could only stare at this new human and by the widening of her eyes it
proved to him even more so that this human wasn’t the same one who had plagued
his life for so very long now. They both looked to eerily alike for comfort,
regardless if he could pick up the difference. The girl was observing his
demeanor as much as he was with her and when she took a small step back, his
smirk widened. This could prove even more interesting than he originally
thought. Perhaps, he should prolong this encounter? Have some fun until Chara
came back?
 
Another thought hit him like a ton of bricks.
 
Perhaps it was possible.
 
Maybe?
 
A small surge of hope flickered in his soul. If this human had come did that
mean Chara wasn’t coming back? Did he finally win? If so would this human be
the same as they were? What did it mean that this one had appeared? She
wouldn’t have any LOVE so she was no threat to him. Was she a threat? Would
this human try and attack him? She didn’t seem like the type, not like he could
be so sure anyways.
 
Doesn’t matter.
 
She needs to die.
 
There is too much risk with keeping her alive if the world reset.
 
Chara wouldn’t have hesitated to kill her for more LOVE.
 
So why would Sans?
 
She was staring directly in his eye lights and after a few tense seconds she
gave a small smile even if it was strained. No doubt she was nervous. She
wouldn’t have met any other monsters besides him this timeline anyways. They’ve
all were killed so long ago now. Sans extended his left hand out for her to
shake as a dark chuckle escaped him. Unaware to the human in front of him,
sharp purple bones appeared behind her. Ready to impale her without a shred of
mercy.
 
“names sans. sans the skeleton.” His voice was deathly calm.
 
Not like it mattered to him if she learned his name. She’d be dead soon. Yet,
he was giddy at seeing her reaction. Sans wondered if killing her would
increase his LOVE any. He had learned that not every kill did so, but it
wouldn’t matter. The more LOVE he had the better it would be for when Chara
returned.
 
“Frisk.” She told him her name as she shakily took his hand and his grip went
tight. “You have pretty... eyes” she added as an afterthought.
 
Unbeknown to Frisk, Sans aimed the bones straight at her back. Ready to kill
her in one strike. However, his gaze shifted to the side as he heard his
brother’s whispers in his mind.
 
“MAKE IT HURT.”
 
His left eye flashed purple as the bones shot forward. Piercing straight
through the back of her knees. Breaking her knee caps for she wouldn’t be able
to run away from him even if she wanted to. Not like she ever could. Sans would
always find her if it came down to that. This was just the easier solution to a
pointless problem. Her brown eyes widened in shock as her body stumbled
forward. Loud screams tore from her throat and pierced the silent air around
them, Sans was thankful for the noise. It had been too quiet for far too long
now. A sound he wasn’t sure he would ever hear again. Her head hit his chest as
he pulled her even more towards him. Frisk’s body trembled in his grasp as he
gave soft rubs with his phalanges to her back in a mock sense of comfort. Tears
stained his white turtle neck shirt. Mixing in with the crimson and the dust
that coated his attire. His soul beat rapidly in his chest with his growing
excitement.
 
“shh,” Sans cooed mockingly at her torment. “the pain won’t last too long, kid.
heh, well maybe it will. we will just have to see won’t we?” With that said, he
pulled back from her and watched as she fell face first into the snow. Her body
trembling as gasps of pain escaped her clench teeth.
 
Sans watched her silently for a few moments, but when she tried to push herself
up on her shaky hands he scoffed; with a tinge of annoyance and with a small
flick of his phalanges, two purple bones shot from the ground and pierced right
through her hands. The humans scream was even louder this time and he chalked
that up to her shock during his first attack. Sans hummed in approval at the
sound.
 
“where do ya think you’re goin’? can’t have you running off just yet, now can
we? nope, that just wouldn’t do.” His red and blue eye light pulsed rapidly at
the sight before him.
 
Humans did always look better covered in red.
 
It made them look more vulnerable.
 
Less dangerous than he knew they could be.
 
 
“P-Please...” her voice startled him. “Stop...”
 
Chara had never begged him. Never asked for his mercy. She would scream. She
would cry. She would curse his name, fuck, she even mocked him that his efforts
to stop her were futile even as he tortured her for hours on end. Regardless,
not once did Chara ever ask him to stop. Never said the word please and now he
felt an old familiar sting in his chest that he hadn’t felt in so many
timelines. He couldn’t place the feeling perfectly. However, it held him back
just for a second. Hesitating, didn’t sit very well within his thought process
anymore. Sans felt a grip on both his shoulders and he glanced to the side at
his brothers floating skull. The look in those red eye lights made him want to
recoil away and hide, but he held his ground. Papyrus wouldn’t hurt him.
Papyrus couldn’t hurt him. No one could. Not anymore. Yet, seeing so much
disdain directed at him bothered him.
 
“DON’T LET THE HUMAN FOOL YOU SANS. REMEMBER WHAT CHARA DID? REMEMBER HOW YOU
FIRST FELT KILLING ALL OF US? DON’T FORGET WHY YOU HAVE TO DO THIS? I SWEAR
BROTHER YOU CANT BE LAZY ANYMORE! HOW MANY TIMES DO WE HAVE TO DIE BECAUSE OF
YOU?!”
 
The words cut through his soul like a blade had done so many times before. The
regret and shame radiated off of him in waves at his failures from before. It
didn’t matter if this human was begging him for mercy. If given the chance he
knew she wouldn’t offer any to him if their positions were reversed. A long
sharp bone materialized in his hand. His eye lights pulsed frantically as his
gaze trailed down to the whimpering human at his feet. Timelines ago he might
have felt true pity at her plight. Timelines ago he was a very much a different
monster. The sharp end of the blade traced her cheek, leaving thin cuts in her
flesh as she tried to pull away the best she could, but it only rewarded her
with cutting her skin even more. Sans let out a small amused chuckle as he used
the bone to tap under her chin for she would be forced to look up at him. What
he expected to see was hatred in her eyes like he had seen with Chara every
time. What he saw instead made his soul plummet in his chest.
 
Fear.
 
There was definitely fear.
 
Confusion.
 
But.
 
There was also.
 
No.
 
Sans wasn’t going to give what he saw a word for it. He just couldn’t. He knew
that look. He’d seen it so many times before. Papyrus had given him that look
when he-No! No! No.
 
His eye sockets narrowed down on her as his sins felt like it was tearing his
soul apart. Past pleas for mercy that he just couldn’t give. The monsters he
killed just didn’t understand. They never remembered the resets. Didn’t suffer
like he had. The only one who understood why he did what he had to do was
Papyrus and now this human was... Sans couldn’t deal with this. Refused to. Not
from a human. Even if it wasn’t Chara. Humans were all the same, they had to
be.
 
Right?
 
Sans didn’t hesitate. Killing her slowly didn’t seem like a good idea anymore.
Not when she looked at him like she did. Like she understood- like she- He
lifted up the bone up high and swung it down straight into her neck. Blood
splattered the snow around her and onto his shorts. He watched as her mouth
opened and she tried to speak a single word, only for her to cough out more
blood. Her body convulsed and the sounds of her choking should have calmed him
down. It didn’t. Not when he was able to decipher what she was going to say to
him. Not when he watched her body start to still on the cold snow. Not even
when her brown eyes that had that look that bothered him so much start to fade
away into nothing. Sans just stared down at the humans dying body. Watched as
she took her last breath and the glassy stare into nothingness he had seen so
many times before. A red glow illuminated the area around them not long after
her body stopped moving entirely. The implications far more nerve wracking as
the red orb shattered into pieces. He couldn’t move, couldn’t even bother to
breath as his soul became more contaminated with LOVE and all he could do was
ask himself the same question she was about to ask him.
 
Why?
 
- - -
 
The darkness was all around Frisk and everything felt so cold. So empty. Like
nothing existed and she felt the creeping dread wash over her. Suffocating her
in its embrace. Wanting her to let go of everything that held her together.
Brown eyes tried to make sense of her environment, but nothing was making any
sense to her. She couldn’t feel. Could barely move. It was all too much.
Foreboding on something she just couldn’t understand.
 
What happened?
 
Where was she?
 
How did she get her?
 
Frisk tried to piece her memories together. She could recall yellow flowers. A
maze of tunnels that was covered in dust. A house that had seemed abandoned,
yet was in still perfect condition. A door that led to a snowy forest that made
her wish she had the proper attire for the weather. Then there was a skeleton.
An actual living skeleton that looked terrifying, but seemed friendly enough.
Then. There was only.
 
Pain.
 
Agonizing pain.
 
Her hand shot to her legs as she remembered the bones that pierced through
them.
 
Nothing.
 
Absolutely nothing was there.
 
Frisk removed her hand and slowly traced her neck and again she was met with
the same result.  It was like nothing had happened. Had it been a dream? Was
she still dreaming? Then why did it feel so real? None of this made any sense
to her. This all had to be a dream. Right? She wanted that to be the case,
however deep down she knew it wasn’t. It was too easy for her to recall the
pain that skeleton inflicted on her.
 
 
The skeleton.
 
Why did he attack her?
 
What did she do?
 
Was she dead?
 
She had to be.
 
Right?
 
She couldn’t have possibly survived those wounds.
 
Right?
 
A shiver went up her spine as she remembered how calm the monster looked as her
screams tore from her throat. How his bones went through her flesh like cutting
through butter. He hadn’t so much as blinked as she withered on the snow at his
feet. It hurt. She had never felt pain like that before and all the while he
just stood there like her agony meant nothing to him.  Of course it didn’t
matter to him. The skeleton had been the one to inflict that pain upon her. Why
would he care when she reacted the way that he wanted? When he had introduced
himself, she had felt wary by the state of his clothing. Let alone the fact she
had never seen a living skeleton before. But, he had offered her his hand. Had
told her his name and Frisk had hoped that he had meant her no harm. She
allowed herself to trust him. Which made the situation worse as she was the one
to blame for him taking full advantage at her naivety. Her knees went to her
chest as she wrapped her arms around them. Slowly rocking back and forth as she
tried to keep her tears at bay. Part of her could still feel the phantom pain
of her injuries the longer she sat there in the silence. All she wanted to do
was disappear. To wash away those memories of her bleeding out on the cold
snow. Still she couldn’t shake the feeling if she was dead then why was she
here? Was this darkness the place people went when they died?
 
A new wave of fear hit her full force.
 
No.
 
She didn’t want to die!
 
Frisk wanted to live!
 
There was too much in her life she hadn’t done yet.
 
It wasn’t fair!
 
Frisk was only sixteen years old.
 
She had just escaped from a life that caused her so much pain and to just be
murdered before she even had a chance at something better.
 
Her body wanted to shut down. To disappear into nothingness with the darkness
that crept around her. Suffocating her and demanding she cease to exist!
 
But.
 
Frisk couldn’t let that happen.
 
No!
 
No!
 
No!
 
A bright red glow illuminated the darkness around her. Chasing away the dark
and she could feel the warmth from the glowing orb floating in front of her.
The surface didn’t look smooth as it seemed too glistened, pulsing as if a
heartbeat. Its sheer presence felt so comforting. A soft humming sound could be
heard coming from the orb. Frisk was mesmerized by the sight alone. A pleasant
smile played on her lips as all the dread washed away from her mind. For the
first time since she had fallen Underground, she had finally felt safe. This
beautiful red orb shone even brighter at her thoughts. Like it could solve all
her problems if she simply just grasped it into her hands. As she was about to
do just that a voice that sounded way to close stopped her in her tracks.
 
“Is going back really what you want?”
 
The voice held no emotion that Frisk could decipher and despite how much light
the crimson orb illuminated around her she couldn’t find the one who had spoken
to her.
 
It sounded like a girl.
 
However, she couldn’t be sure.
 
But, she didn’t have much time to process that train of thought as the words
that had been spoken finally processed in her mind.
 
Go back?
 
What did they mean by go back?
 
Was that even a possibility?
 
“Who are you?” Frisk inwardly cringed at how hoarse her voice sounded.
 
Only silence greeted her question and the dread started to grasp around her
heart once again.
 
Perhaps she was going crazy?
 
Then they spoke to her again and only gave her more questions.
 
“If you go back... he’ll just kill you again. I doubt that comedian will be as
mercifulanother time around.”
 
Comedian?
 
The skeleton.
 
Sans.
 
His name was Sans.
 
Did this voice know him?
 
Did they know why he had killed her?
 
“How do you know him?” Frisk tried again to get more answers.
 
Yet again she was denied any answers as if this voice couldn’t care less for
what she had to say.
 
“It might be easier for you in the long run if you just stayed dead.” The voice
sounded contemplative on their words as if they weren’t sure if that was what
they wanted to happen.
 
While they seemed perplexed by the notion of their statement, Frisk felt
entirely differently. She didn’t want to die. Death was so very final. There
weren’t second chances if she accepted that fate. If she could go back then
maybe she could survive this time. Perhaps, the skeleton wouldn’t kill her
again like this voice said he would? Maybe, she could try and reason with him?
There was always a chance as long as she was still breathing. As long as she
stayed Determined!
 
Whoever was speaking to her seemed to be able to read her thoughts as she heard
an amused giggle coming from what seemed all around her in the darkness. It was
cold and mocking and made Frisk’s own determination start to dwindle.
Regardless, she had made her decision and she knew if it was at least true that
she could go back then she had to take the opportunity while she can.
 
“Go ahead. Try again. I’ll be waiting for you when you return.”
 
Frisk didn’t want to listen to the others words anymore. Knowing that if she
did then she might lose all the hope she was desperately clinging to.  She
wouldn’t die this time. She couldn’t! There had to be a way! Her hand reached
out and grasped the orb as tightly as she could. The orb sent a tingling
sensation through her fingers and up her arms, before consuming her body. Its
warmth instantly radiated her entire being. The humming was all she could hear,
like a melody that could lure her to sleep if she allowed it to. A surge of
power that she had never felt before as she brought it closer to her chest. Her
vision blurred as a gasp escaped her. She had never felt like this before. It
was almost overwhelming and still she held onto the orb, afraid of letting go
and plummeting into the darkness that wanted to capture her. Brown eyes closed
as she took in breaths of air and it felt like she was falling backwards by a
force she couldn’t describe. Even then she wasn’t afraid as her head felt dizzy
and bright light filled her vision.
 
Safe.
 
Strong.
 
Comfort.
 
Frisk held on to the feeling like a life line.
 
Her heart pounded in her chest.
 
All she could feel was determination.
 
The world of darkness dissolved around her.
 
R E S E T.
 
- - -
 
Sans felt the reset happen seconds before it came. His mind instantly becoming
alert to the world around him changing. He was never fond of the feeling. Never
certain of how far back he would be sent back in time again. The skeleton could
barely brace himself as  he felt the pull of force hit him. Throwing him back
to an earlier part of time. No matter how many times he went through this it
didn’t change how disoriented he felt. How vulnerable it made him feel despite
his high LOVE. He still couldn’t control the timeline. Not while someone else
had more determination in their soul than he did. It angered him. All he wanted
was for all of this to end. To be able to go back and not have that anomaly
ruin the lives of everyone he knew. The world swirled around him and all Sans
could do was close his eye sockets and let it happen.
 
What felt like hours to him only went by in seconds and next thing he knew he
was sitting next to the tree that he was at earlier. His body jolted with a
start and for a moment he couldn’t remember what had just happen. Perhaps he
should just rest? Take a short nap for he could calm down his mind? Yet, he
felt like there was something he should be doing right now? As if he forgot
something very important.
 
Shouldn’t he be on the lookout for something?
 
Was that it?
 
Wouldn’t Papyrus be checking on him soon?
 
Was that what he was forgetting?
 
No.
 
That couldn’t be it.
 
The confusion didn’t last long however, as flashes of memories slammed into his
head making him wince as the headache came like it always did and his magic
spark around him. His bones rattling from the pure energy of his magic wanting
to be unleashed. Sans clutched his hands to his skull as he tried to focus.
 
A blue and purple sweater.
 
Blood on white snow.
 
Brown eyes begging him for mercy.
 
No.
 
Crimson eyes and a smile that always sent a shiver down his spine, no matter
how many times he saw it.
 
Her knife ready to cut him down if he allowed her the chance.
 
His laughter echoing through the woods as he pinned her down to the snowy
ground underneath him.
 
Determined to break them.
 
Determined to make them stop coming back!
 
Her voice mocking him as he slowly cut into her chest with his sharp purple
bone he formed.
 
Carving a large ‘S’for she wouldn’t forget who would always be waiting for her
if she dared come back.
 
Screams of pain as his magical bones pierced the human’s body.
 
Making her fall to her knees in front of him.
 
Her gurgled cries as he stabbed open her throat to end her as quickly as
possible.
 
A look in her brown eyes that made his soul-
 
Sans shot up to his feet as his eye sockets flew open. His breathing was
haggard as he tried to piece together his memories. Two sets of young human
girls in his mind that looked so similar, yet acted so different from each
other. Both dying by his hand in different very effective ways. Glancing around
him Sans found the human’s body still laying there a couple of feet away.
 
Green and yellow clothing.
 
Not blue and purple.
 
Which meant?
 
No.
 
“SEEM’S WE HAVE A PROBLEM BROTHER.” Papyrus spoke as solemnly as Sans felt.
 
Sans took one look at the Ruins closed door and felt his usual grin twitch.
 
A reset had just occurred.
 
Not by Chara.
 
Not by his owndetermination he had to kill so many monster’s to achieve.
 
But, by this new girl.
 
Stars.
 
Sans couldn’t help it. He just laughed a humorous-less laugh. Purple magic
surging around his bones as he gripped his rib cage tightly. Falling to his
knees in the snow. He couldn’t stop laughing. It was hilarious in all the wrong
ways. The hood of his jacket covered his eye lights as he dropped his skull.
Staring at the white snow as chuckles continued to escape him.  That red glow
he had seen when she died. Her soul the same damn color of Chara’s.
 
Heh, another damn anomaly he had to deal with.
 
Sans didn’t even acknowledge the concerned look his brothers floating skull was
giving him as he stood up. Didn’t even stop to talk with him or glance at
Chara’s body on the ground as he walked in the direction to the Ruins. His
chuckles dying down slightly with each step he took. His grin widening even
further as he lifted his head.
 
Life was just too much hilarious irony.
 
Now.
 
Now.
 
He wasn’t even sure if there was a chance to go back to the beginning.
 
All that effort.
 
All his sins crawling on his back.
 
All that LOVE that contaminated and strengthened his soul.
 
Might have all been for nothing.
 
Heh, well, he’d see about that.
 
Sans nodded his head at the thought. Turning his sharp gaze at the Ruins doors
before him.
 
He’s already broken one anomalies determination.
 
He managed to stop Chara from coming back.
 
What was this new human’s name again?
 
Frisk.
 
That’s right.
 
Heh.
 
Well then.
 
Frisk was in for a mad time.
 
Might as well do it all over again.
 
No matter how many times it takes.
***** Chapter 2 *****
The doors to enter the Ruins were always eerily to look at, but now they had
felt ominous. They mocked the skeleton with his own damnation for the actions
he knew he was being forced into taking. His feet felt like weights as he
trudged through the snow and right up to the doors. Sans wished he could
prolong this. Maybe, wait for the next reset before he finally went through
with his plan? Time, however just wasn’t on his side. It never was. Although he
had the magic to freeze time for a short period until he tired himself out. It
just wouldn’t bend to his will. Not like it did for the human; the anomaly.
 
Not like timedid for Chara.
 
Stars, he never hated a human; or anyone, as much as he did that teenage girl.
The first human to fall into the Underground and with her arrival had brought
years of hope for all monster-kind. All of them were so foolish. What they had
all thought was an angle that would one day free them from their prison was
just a demon in disguised. An anomaly that controlled the timeline like their
personal plaything and only brought death and pain wherever they went. One time
though, one time it hadn’t felt like that. Chara was only a child when she had
fallen Underground. She had lived with the royal family until her teenage years
and seemed to have a fondness in her soul enough for monsters. Until, she died.
Until, Asriel took her soul and crossed the barrier which only caused his own
death by the humans on the surface. Then all hope left the Underground for
years that followed. Every monster knew the story from childhood and some had
been around to see it happen. That’s where the story should have ended, but
only Sans was aware fully of how that was not the case at all. What came next
was just so much worse. A living nightmare that he couldn’t escape from.
 
Chara came back from death.
 
She killed everyone without a shred of mercy.
 
Then.
 
The anomaly would reset back to the time of their resurrection and start all
over again.
 
It was maddening.
 
A cycle of repetition that just wouldn’t end.
 
Determination truly was a powerful and dangerous thing.
 
Sans sighed as he gazed upon the doors in front of him. His bones shook with
the dismay of what would soon follow. The skeleton held the title of Judge of
the Underground. A title he tried to uphold in the last few timelines in the
Judgement Hall. Only to fail. Only to be cut down with only one swing of their
blade. Now, he knew he had to put a stop to their never ending genocide. Once
he had tried to offer her friendship in hopes she would just stop. To show the
human that she didn’t need to keep killing. Stars, Chara made him regret that
decision quickly enough. He still had nightmares of how that was the only time
she saved killing him for last. One timeline he tried to warn everyone about
her arrival but that only ended in disaster. Every action he took just ended
with her killing everyone anyway. Sans tried to be apathetic for a long while,
but even that couldn’t last. There just wasn’t an option not to care anymore.
Sans laid his skull against the door, taking deep breaths to settle down his
soul. He didn’t want to do this. He really didn’t. Regardless of how he felt
there just wasn’t any choice in the matter. Papyrus would be so disappointed in
him if he knew what Sans was about to do. Could he really prolong this any
longer? To just act like he doesn’t care what the anomaly would no doubt do
again and again?
 
No.
 
Sans just couldn’t sit back and watch his brother die again and again.
 
Couldn’t sit back and watch all his friends die over and over.
 
He didn’t have time to waste.
 
Chara wouldn’t give him the time to do so.
 
She would take her time in the first corridors of the Ruins with the flower. He
had learned that awhile ago. That damn weed was the only monster she would save
last to kill. Why she did so, he didn’t fully understand; nor care. That Flower
had caused its fair share of harm to everyone involved on its own. All it gave
him was just a bit of extra time. Time that Sans was wasting away now. Who knew
how long she’d wait before her murder spree started again. Each second wasted
was another moment the human could gain more LOVE and become stronger. So with
his soul twisted in knots, tears that he had to hold back, he knocked on the
door and waited.
 
“knock-knock.” Sans could barely muster up the old familiar words. His voice
sounded broken despite his attempts to mask his turmoil.
 
He knew she would respond.
 
Even if he so wished right now that she wouldn’t.
 
She always did around this time.
 
Before she would leave and find the human in the corridors.
 
Before she would be brutally murdered without a shred of mercy.
 
If only Toriel could see how malicious her own adopted child had become.
 
Then maybe, the human would never have gotten out of the Ruins in the first
place.
 
Chara didn’t care that the old lady had raised her.
 
Never once did the human hesitate.
 
Sans had to try and keep that same resolve to go through with this that the
anomaly would have.
 
No matter how much it hurt him inside.
 
“Who’s there?” Her voice sounded chipper and Sans felt his soul plummet at her
tone.
 
His friend had no idea what was about to happen.
 
She trusted him even if now that trust would be her downfall.
 
After all the easier it is to kill someone when they trusted that you never
would harm them in the first place.
 
Toriel was one of the last monsters he wanted to hurt. She was a kind old lady
and the old queen of the Underground. She had enjoyed his awful jokes and told
several of her own. Sans was fond of their friendship. One of the few things
that gave his life any meaning in this fucked up world. 
 
Stars.
 
He really didn’t want to do this.
 
“dishes..” he replied; the same old familiar start to a joke that started their
friendship in the first place. His left eye light flashed blue, unbeknownst to
his future victim. He could feel the tingle of his magic behind the door as he
called forth several bones to form behind her.
 
A dirty trick.
 
It would be quick.
 
This is more of a mercy than Chara would give.
 
Sans wouldn’t prolong her death.
 
Maybe, she would even find his joke hilarious if only she could see the irony
in it.
 
Stars.
 
Please.
 
Forgive him.
 
Sans knew he could have just done what he needed to do with any other monster.
That the guilt of killing someone he rarely knew would be easier than this.
However, he needed LOVE. He couldn’t even be sure if weaker monsters would even
give him the strength he would need to fight the human. Regardless, he knew
that killing Toriel would strengthen him a great deal. She was a boss monster
after all. Sans always viewed himself as a logical skeleton. Practicality was a
necessary at times. Especially now. It didn’t make him hate himself any less.
But, maybe. If he could just get enough LOVE from this one kill then he could
convince the human to quit their sick games. Maybe, this would be all he
needed?
 
Fuck.
 
He hoped so.
 
If not.
 
Then he didn’t know what would become of him.
 
Best not to think about it.
 
Don’t fucking think about it!
 
“Dishes who?” Toriel responded and Sans was glad she didn’t pay attention to
her surroundings right now. He didn’t want to make this worse than it had to
be.
 
Sans just hoped he wouldn’t miss.
 
The skeleton knew how he was going about this was cowardly. He was about to
literally stab her in the back. That if she was going to die, she should be
able to defend herself. Yet, he couldn’t risk it with his pathetic HP only
being that of meager one. All she would need is one hit that if he didn’t avoid
he’d be dust. Then no one would be around to stop the human until the next
reset. They would all be murdered again! They would all suffer again! Sans just
couldn’t let that happen. He needed to stop her! Even if he was still being a
coward now. All he needed to do was make Chara quit! Then everything would be
okay.
 
This was the only way.
 
“dishes the end...” Sans gave the punchline to his morbid joke. Letting out a
dry chuckle that she didn’t follow suit with. Her confusion was palpable even
without seeing her face.
 
Sans couldn’t focus on that though.
 
Couldn’t focus on how Toriel was about to be impaled in a dirty sneak attack.
 
No.
 
He had to only focus on his hatred for the human.
 
That was what mattered.
 
He’d be strong enough.
 
He’d finally kill Chara.
 
Make her see that there was no point in coming back.
 
Make her sufferfor all the sins of countless timelines.
 
Intent was the most important factor in doing what he was about to do. Without
it, his attack would fail. Without it, Chara would end up killing Toriel in a
crueler way than Sans was about to do. Toriel would just be so distraught at
the betrayal of her once adopted child. A fate that his friend had suffered way
to many times to count. So he allowed his mind to only think on the anomaly.
Ignoring the pain in his soul. Letting every vile thought and agonizing memory
of so many timelines consume his inner being.
 
With a flick of his wrist against the door the bones shot forward.
 
With just a simple action he heard the gasps of pain behind the door.
 
As tears that he held back finally fell down from his eye sockets a surge of
power he had never felt before went straight into his soul.
 
Consuming him in its toxic embrace.
 
With just one action.
 
Sans LOVE increased.
 
Yet, he knew then.
 
He would need more.
 
- - -
 
Sans shook away the memories that chose this non-opportune time to hit him at
full force. It really had been to long since he had taken a short cut to enter
the Ruins. His friends dust was still scattered on the floor. His first kill.
The first time he had ever experienced how gaining LOVE could make him feel so
much stronger. How his own HoPe increased at an act that should sicken every
part of him. It didn’t. Not anymore. Not when he still had an anomaly to deal
with. Nothing else mattered except stopping the human. He repeated the same sin
countless times now. The pain of it had subsided into nothing. Though, it had
been a long while since he thought about that first timeline where everything
changed. Where he was no longer powerless to control his own fate. When he
finally started to gain determination.
 
Glancing around, he just stood there for a few minutes. Waiting. Seeing if this
new human would be coming down the stairs anytime soon. Wouldn’t she be
surprised to see him here and not in the forest waiting for her?
 
Maybe, Frisk would try and hide here?
 
Chara timelines ago once thought that he wouldn’t waste his time to come
looking for her. She had stayed in the Ruins and tried to avoid entering the
forest where he usually killed her. Sans only gave her peace of mind for
several hours that time. Let her think that she might be safe if she didn’t
continue forward. Stars, she even slept in Toriel’s bed as if nothing would
come for her in the night. Chara hadn’t been all that pleased to find out that
wasn’t the case. That she could never escape from him, no matter where she hid.
No matter where she went, Sans always found her. Never strayed to far from
where he could keep an eye socket on her. Each time had been so satisfying when
he saw the rage and lessening of her own hope that she could get out of her own
personal hell that she brought upon herself. Sometimes, he’d allow her to even
get as far as the capital. As far as the barrier, before he would decide to
show himself. It wouldn’t be all to surprising to him if this human thought
that hiding here might work for them as well.
 
It wouldn’t.
 
Frisk had decided her own fate by coming back.
 
She wouldn’t get his mercy.
 
Not this time.
 
An anomaly was better off dead as far as Sans was concerned.
 
This human would learn the same lesson he had to teach Chara.
 
“OH, WHAT FUN SANS! A GAME OF HIDE AND SEEK WITH THE NEW HUMAN! I HOPE THEY
FIND A BETTER HIDING SPOT THAN THE OTHER ONE DID.” His brother’s skull floated
in front of the stairs leading up to the house that Sans old friend used to
live. He could sense his brother’s excitement which only fueled his own as
well. “I’VE REALLY MISSED THIS GAME! COME ON. DON’T BE A LAZYBONES! WE HAVE A
HUMAN TO FIND... AND TO KILL!”
 
Sans chuckled at his brother’s enthusiasm.
 
Papyrus always was so cool!
 
“right you are paps. with ya helpin’ me. the human doesn’t stand a chance.”
Sans grinned as he hummed an old tune from his baby bones days. Making his way
to the stairs, his brother’s skull floating ahead of him happily. A warm
feeling filled his soul at the realization that he could still make Papyrus
happy after everything that has happened. It really had been awhile since they
played this type of game with a human.
 
 
Ready or not, Frisk.
 
Here I come.
 
 
- - -
 
 
Frisk decided to spend her time in the abandoned house as she tried to figure
out what her next move would be. She still couldn’t believe it when she had
awoken on the bed of yellow flowers again; like nothing ever happened. It
seemed she had truly gone back in time. How that was even possible still
escaped her, but she wasn’t going to complain. Whatever that red orb was she
had seen in the darkness after her death; she appreciated its power. What it
had given her.
 
A second chance.
 
One that she was determined not to let go to waste.
 
However, no matter how determined she tried to feel she couldn’t shake the
nervousness that was creeping slowly in. That voice had warned her if Frisk
came back then the skeleton would just kill her again. A shiver went down her
spine that not even the warmth of this pleasant house could shake away.
 
What would happen if she died again?
 
Would she just be able to come back like last time?
 
Or.
 
Would she stay dead?
 
Frisk sighed as she took a seat on the chair by the desk. Unanswered questions
were plaguing her mind. She just didn’t know what to do about her situation. It
was so hard to focus when confusion weighed on her resolve. All she knew was
that she had to find a way to escape. Find a way back to the surface before the
Skeleton found her again. Would Sans even remember that he killed her once
already? Could she try and talk him out of it if he didn’t? Would that even
work? That voice seemed to be certain that Frisk wouldn’t survive another
encounter with him. Would she even see him again? She had met him in the
forest. Did Sans live near where he had murdered her? If so, she might have a
chance to wait it out for a while in this house until he went home and she
could sneak by him unscathed. The skeleton had seemed taken back when he first
spoken to her. If he thought she was still dead or if time really had gone back
and he didn’t remember even meeting her in the first place, then that could
work in her favor. Sans would have no reason to delay his time in the forest if
that was the case. Perhaps, she only ran into him by chance as he was passing
by. It was a possibility and one that she had to grasp to keep her sanity in
check.
 
Brown eyes glanced down at the open book that was left open on the desk of what
she assumed was the master bedroom. Another question crossed her mind. Who had
lived here previously? Was this house truly abandoned? The first time she had
wandered through this home she was to nervous to stick around longer than was
necessary. Worried that if someone lived here that they wouldn’t be too fond of
some stranger entering their home without permission. Yet, it seemed like
nothing had been touched in this house for a while now. Frisk took her time to
read what was written on the pages. Curiosity over taking her sense to respect
who ever lived here’s privacy. The handwriting was a neat cursive and her eyes
widened at the context of what was written down. Her breath hitching in her
throat.
 
It seemed like knock-knock jokes.
 
But. That’s not what had started her.
 
No.
 
The jokes contained a particular theme to them.
 
A skeleton theme.
 
The implication sent her mind on over drive. Alerting her even more to the
silence that filled this house. An inkling of dread creeping on her heart. She
had only met one skeleton since she fell down here. One skeleton that killed
her without a second thought. It could just be a coincidence that this book
would have hand written skeleton jokes. That maybe this place was filled with
them for all she knew. However, a part of her just couldn’t shake the feeling
that wasn’t the case. Whoever lived here might have known Sans. Might have had
been his friend given the innocent nature of the book. Or worse. This could be
his house that she was in. Frisk really hoped that wasn’t the case.
 
This house had seemed like a safe haven to her. But, now. All she wanted to do
was get out of here as fast as she could. When she stood up however a noise
from outside the room made her freeze. Almost stopping her heart in fear as a
cold sweat came upon her. It sounded like footsteps. Someone was in the house
besides her. Frisk stayed as still as she could, glancing at the open door to
the room. Wishing now more than anything that she had closed when she had a
chance. What took her out of her frozen state was the sound of someone
speaking. A deep voice she had heard once before that made her almost delirious
as the memories of her death hit her like a train wreck.
 
Sans.
 
It was Sans.
 
Fuck.
 
He was in the house.
 
Hide. She needed to hide.
 
As quietly as she could muster, she moved closer to the bed. His voice sounded
a bit of a distance away and she was assuming that he was by the stairs that
led to the massive basement. Carefully, she lowered herself on the ground and
slid under the bed to hide herself. Hoping to anyone who might be listening
that the skeleton wouldn’t find her. When she didn’t hear anymore footsteps she
tried to only focus on what Sans was saying. It sounded like he was having a
conversation with someone, but if someone was with him; she couldn’t hear their
response.
 
“no bro, you can’t go on ahead. i don’t want you alone with the human, ya know
that.”
 
Did he just say bro?
 
Sans had a brother?
 
Did that mean she now had two skeletons to deal with?
 
It was only a fleeting thought as the next part of his words reached her.
 
Damn it.
 
He was looking for her.
 
How’d he even know that she was here in the first place?
 
Fuck.
 
Sans remembered her.
 
Remembered killing her.
 
Somehow the skeleton knew that she would come back to life.
 
That time would reset.
 
How?
 
How was that even possible!
 
Did he know about the glowing red orb that brought her back?
 
What answers did Sans have that she was barely making sense of herself?
 
Frisk still couldn’t hear anyone reply to him and she was getting even more
confused when she could only place the sound of just one set of footsteps in
the hallway. It was obvious he was agitated by whoever spoke to him had
replied. She could hear him rummaging rather violently around she assumed was
near the living room for several moments. Having a hushed argument with someone
where only his voice could be heard. She didn’t know what to do. She couldn’t
possibly handle two monsters that wanted to harm her. One was bad enough, but
two! There was no way she’d even stand a chance.
 
Then there was a sound that knocked the breath out of her lungs. A sound of
something scratching on the floor as if being dragged. Its sound foreboding
with the warning of her demise should he find her. It was coming closer.
Becoming even louder. Frisk wanted to bolt but knew that’d be unwise. If she
just stayed still then he might leave. The first chance the cost was clear she
would make a run for it. Go down the stairs and out into the forest that hid
behind the doors. Then she could hide properly. It would be freezing but at
least she would have a higher chance to flee. Find shelter as far away from the
murderous skeleton as possible. She saw his shadow in the doorway and was
cruelly reminded that she had left the damn door wide open. Like an invitation
for him to know exactly where she was.
 
“good job, papyrus. you always were better at this game than i ever was. i knew
you’d win. you always do. heh.”
 
Frisk felt like her trepidation was palpable to the skeleton that entered the
bedroom; alone. No one was with him. Had he been talking to himself? He must
have been. Fuck, the skeleton must be crazier than she thought. Even if
murdering her last time had already cemmented that fact in her mind; this only
made things worse. Her heart was racing a mile a second as she covered her
mouth to silence her heavy breaths. Her gaze landed on his dirty grey slippers
as he stopped in the middle of the room. That damn purple bone that she learned
real quickly to fear last time she had encountered him was tapping on the
ground near his foot. She couldn’t see where his gaze was settling from her
hiding spot under the bed and honestly she didn’t want to.
 
Did Sans know where she was?
 
Why’d she have to choose the most obvious hiding spot in the damn house?!?
 
Of course he would find her!
 
How could he not?
 
Still he just stood there as if taunting her that he knew she was there
watching him. Hoping that he would just leave. Waiting for the moment she made
one tiny sound from the fear that was taking over her mind. Frisk didn’t even
know why he wanted to kill her in the first place! Why he would hunt her down
like this? It was bad enough that he already remembered killing her once. What
was his goal with murdering her in cold blood again if he found her? Sans
stayed silent for a few more moments and then she heard his sigh, which was way
too loud for her panicked alert mind.
 
“heh, ya know kid. there’s only three options you got here.” Sans spoke calmly.
Tapping his weapon into the floor again and again. Making Frisk even more on
edge than before.
 
He knew she was in this room.
 
He knew.
 
What should she do?
 
Run?
 
Could she even get past him if she tried to escape?
 
She doubted it.
 
Not with him standing right there.
 
Staying hidden seemed like the best course of action she could take. Maybe, he
just assumed she was there? Maybe if she stayed quiet then he would leave and
that would give her the opportunity to run.
 
Sans just continued speaking as Frisk was trying to mull over her options. What
he said next sent a shiver down her spine and she had to suppress a terrified
whimper.
 
“option one, you could come out now and well i’ll make thingsquick for ya. i
won’t hurt you nearly as bad if you behave. you’ll still die, but hey you’ve
already pasta-way once already, so it’s not like it’ll be anything different
for ya. heh.”
 
Did he seriously just make a pun?
 
At a time like this?
 
Was her misery really that entertaining to him?
 
Of course it was.
 
He wouldn’t be doing this if he didn’t get some sick satisfaction out of it. 
 
“paps, don’t give me that look. it was a good one and ya know it.” Sans
muttered more to himself and Frisk was reminded again of how insane this
skeleton must be to be talking to someone who wasn’t even there.
 
“anyways as i was sayin’. option two is well you could stay hidden and make me
find ya. which I will find ya. but, you won’t like what happens if you make me
go through all that effort. i won’t be asmerciful with you as i was when we
met.”
 
Mercifulis that what he thought stabbing her with those bones of his was?
Watching her die in the freezing cold.
 
Then again she remembered how that voice told her something similar.
 
Which meant.
 
How much pain would he inflict on her if she didn’t come out like he wanted her
to?
 
How much torture was he willing to put her through that he and that voice would
find the last time he killed her as a mercy?
 
Was Sans really as cruel as she was being lead to believe?
 
It was a horrifying revelation for her that was most likely the case.
 
Sans waited several moments to see if Frisk would come out of her hiding spot.
When she didn’t he gave an amused chuckle which sounded more unhinged than she
had heard previously from him.
 
“then there’s always the last option. you could try to run or even fight.
maybe, you’ll getpast me or get thejump on me and win. who knows? that one
probably soundstempting for ya, huh?”
 
Silence was his only response and after a beat he more of spoke to himself than
to Frisk by how soft his tone went that it was a strain for her to hear him.
Still she didn’t miss the sound of absolute bitterness in his voice. So much
hatred. She would even go as far to say he was trying to hold back unbridled
rage by speaking so quietly.
 
“yeah i would imagine it would be. that’s what she alwaystried to do.”
 
Frisk had no idea of who he was referring to and a part of her hoped to never
find out if this person caused him so much ire that she was terrified that she
going to be the source that he took his aggression out on. Was that why he was
so intent on hunting her down? Did this person that made him sound so enraged
the reason why he had killed her when he met her? Did Sans murder them like he
was planning to do to her again? Even if she had more questions a slight moment
of clarity hit her. Frisk remembered that voice in the darkness. The one that
had warned her to not come back. Was that voice the girl that Sans was
referring to now? When she first heard that voice she thought it sounded like a
girl and now it seemed like her assumption had been correct. What history did
these two have? Whatever it was. It wasn’t a good one by the tone of the
skeletons voice.
 
Sans waited for a full minute before he decided to speak again. His ire that
was there seconds before turned into cold amusement as he continued.
 
“i’ll give ya a bit of advice.that option won’t really work out for you very
well. heh. but if you’re still tempted to go for it, by all means; try it.
might make things more interesting.” Frisk couldn’t see the movement as Sans
gave a simple shrug at his words. “either way it’s noskin off my bones,” Sans
gave a small chuckle at his own joke. “it’s best to decide soon, you can’t be
indecisive this time around. i’m sure you’re just dying in anticipation. so uh.
make your choice or i’ll make it for ya.”
 
The threat was there. Frisk knew what Sans wanted her to do. Knew that it would
probably be easier on her if she just came out now. Even if she stayed hidden
it would only be a matter of time before he found her. Before he forced her to
come out from under the bed. Her eyes glanced at the bone that he continued to
tap on the ground. The longer she took the more agitation seemed to roll off of
him as the bone cracked the wooden floor underneath by the force he was using.
She knew she had failed to avoid him this timeline and it worried her that she
might not get another chance again if he killed her. Frisk didn’t want to die.
Last time had been so painful and she didn’t want to know how much worse he
could make her suffering if she pushed his patience to far. Despite all of
this, she couldn’t bring herself to come out like he wanted. Couldn’t bring
herself to bend to his threats and intimidation. Survival instincts kept her
frozen in her spot as her determination wanted to keep her breathing. The
skeleton was unhinged. There just wasn’t any guarantee that if she did like he
demanded of her that he wouldn’t hurt her more just for the sake of it. At
least hiding gave her some time. A small chance and a flicker of hope that was
a dying ember; just like Sans patience.
 
“i should have guessed you’d want to do things the hard way; being the
determined soul that you are.” Sans said way to calmly. Making Frisk instantly
regret her decision to stay idle.
 
“doesn’t matter really. the result will be the same. but-“
 
A beat.
 
“F i n e h a v e i t y o u r w a y.” The deep timber in his tone made her
shiver uncontrollably.
 
The small room started to illuminate a purple glow. Frisk didn’t know what was
happening. All she knew was it couldn’t be good. Against her better judgement
she moved slightly; as silently as she could to try and get a better look at
whatever the skeleton was doing. When she was able to peek out a little more
and her gaze went upwards her heart plummeted in her chest. She had to fight
back every ounce of instinct that wanted her to push herself back as far as she
could away from what she saw. Too afraid that if she did then he’d hear her.
Sans was looking straight ahead. A wide grin on his countenance that looked
maniacal. That wasn’t what scared her. That wasn’t what made her blood freeze
in her veins. No. It was what was floating next to him in all its intimidating
presence. Frisk had never seen anything like it and she wished she never had.
The floating skull of what looked like a beast was hovering next to the
skeleton. A humming sound could be heard coming from it. Sparks of purple
coming off the giant skull. Its eyes matched Sans own. Frisk was absolutely
petrified, glued to her spot on the floor as trepidation made all her
determination she felt dissipate in thin air. There was a shift of movement
next to the skull and it took all her will power to avert her gaze back to the
deranged skeleton that called forth such a beast. His left hand holding the
purple bone was held in the air pointing with his weapon at the big dresser in
the room. Like a owner of a dog a silent command was issued to the giant skull
and its large maw opened up. The humming sound gaining in velocity as purple
light swirled in its mouth. Getting bigger by the second. Next thing Frisk knew
there was a blinding light and the smell of sulfur filled the room as a purple
beam shot forth from the beasts open jaws. She let out a squeak in terror that
was muffled by the sound of the blast.
 
Brown eyes shut closed at the lights intensity as the room shook from the sheer
power that skull demonstrated. A burning smell hit her senses first as she
slowly opened her eyes. White spots blinding her vision momentarily. When she
finally could see again, the beast’s mouth was closed again. Her gaze traveled
to where the dresser was and- there was nothing there. Only a black scorch mark
was left. In one blast of that purple light it completely disintegrated the
dresser like it was nothing. Laughter filled the room as Sans let his arm fall
to his side. The bone tapped once against the floor lightly as he did so. Frisk
could barely pay attention to him as her heart pounded in her chest. She could
barely even hear the sound of his laughter over the sound of her own heartbeat.
 
How could she even stand a chance against something like that?
 
Even if she ran away now, one blast from that thing would burn the flesh away
from her body instantly.
 
How could she even hope to survive when Sans had that beast of a skull at his
disposal?
 
It took her far too long to realize that the laughter had faded.
 
It took her far too long to realize that Sans was speaking to her again. She
didn’t catch the first part of what he had said, but it didn’t matter. She got
the gist of it when he finished.
 
“i know you’re stillalive, kid. ready to come out now?”
 
Frisk resolve to hide was hanging on by a thread. One that Sans snapped in an
instant when the he tilted his head towards where her hiding spot was. The
surge of purple power forming in the mouth of the skull; this time directed
towards the bed.
 
“Wait!” Frisk called out desperately; in a hope it would stop his attack. It
did much to her relief, but it didn’t stop the dread that his victorious smirk
gave her. Sans had won and they both knew it. “I’ll come out...” she resigned
herself to her fate. Maybe, placating him in the process.
 
Sans stayed silent as he watched Frisk slide out from under the bed. Watched as
she stood up on shaky legs that didn’t want to support her weight right now.
Observed as her gaze stayed on the floor and away from the floating skull in
the room. Her body fidgeting with the urge to run from him. To escape; even if
they both knew she couldn’t. When she finally did meet his gaze after the
silence that followed; his grin widened. With a tap of his purple bone on the
ground, the skull vanished into thin air. Frisk would say she was thankful that
she wasn’t about to blasted into nothing but a scorch mark left; like the
dresser was, however now she didn’t have the feign feeling of safety her poor
hiding spot gave her. Now, she was out in the open; trapped in a room with the
skeleton who wanted to harm her. To rend her flesh; to see her writhe in agony;
until she died. Unsure if she would even get another chance again.
 
“there you are. heh. now we can get to the real fun.” Sans took a leisurely
step forward; causing Frisk to panic as she tried to take a step back, only for
her legs to hit the edge of the bed. Brown eyes were wide as she held up her
hands to try and uselessly stop him from moving forward. Another surprise hit
her when he did just that. His skull tilted to the side; his hood masking most
of his face in shadows.
 
“Stop. Wait. Please. Can’t we just talk about this?” She spoke nervously; eyes
darting to the door and back to the skeleton.
 
Should she run?
 
Could she even distract him long enough to escape?
 
Frisk knew she had to at least try.
 
Her life was depending on it.
 
Sans seemed to regard her question until his eye lights glanced to the side
next to him; as if someone was speaking to him that only he could hear. Which
was only confirmed when he ignored her to reply to whatever voice he heard.
 
“yeah i know, bro. ya don’t have to remind me.”
 
There the skeleton was again; acting like he was talking to his brother.
 
What name did she heard him say before?
 
Frisk got an idea.
 
An idea that filled her with determination.
 
“Look, I think we got off on the wrong foot. We could just chat. Maybe, even
Papyrus could join us?” Frisk was hopeful that mentioning the brother he
claimed to be speaking to might help her.
 
Sans head snapped so quickly to her that the hope she had washed away
instantly. If looks could kill; she’d be dead where she stood. Might even well
be in the next few seconds. His eye sockets were narrowed at her; left eye
light flaming purple. In a blink he was right in front of her. Frisk let out a
surprised squeak as she jumped back only to be stopped by his grip around her
throat. With no effort at all he lifted her off the ground. She grasped at his
bony wrist as she tried desperately to release the pressure off her throat. Her
struggles were useless against his strength. He could snap her neck with just a
flick of his wrist if he wanted to. How the fuck was a skeleton so strong
anyways?!?
 
“kid.” Sans was seething. His bones rattling with a rage she didn’t understand.
 
Frisk knew the skeleton was violent. Her first encounter with him had taught
her that. Regardless, this seemed like something more. His hatred for her was
nothing she’d ever seen before. Yet, it also felt he was barely holding himself
back. As if he wasn’t ready to kill her in a rage induced blindness. She gasped
for breaths that just wouldn’t come. Her vision starting to fade with a lack of
oxygen. The sudden jolt forward was enough to regain her attention as she felt
the forehead of his skull touch her own. His eye lights were pulsing
frantically.
 
“i’ll only say this once. so listen good.” His grip tightened even more so and
she felt the sharp tips of his phalanges dig into her flesh. Leaving small
incisions.
 
“S t a y a w a y f r o m P a p y r u s.” His eye lights went completely black
and that was even more terrifying.
 
Frisk did her best to nod and she was quickly thrown to the floor like a rag
doll. Knocking the air even more out of her lungs. Before she could even
process what happened the bottom of Sans foot crashed down on her stomach.
Making her cough out the little bit of air she had just gotten back. Sans
leaned forward; pressing more weight against her chest. The purple bone was
being used to trace her shoulder lightly. His smirk was back on full force and
the eye lights slowly returned as he watched her struggle to regain her broken
composer.
 
“sure, kid. ya want to chat. let’s shoot the breeze. i’ll go first. why did you
even come down here in the first place?”
 
That was a loaded a question. It’s not like she meant to fall into this hell
that was the Underground. It’s not like she planned to run into a skeleton that
had only caused her pain. All she wanted was to escape from her old life. To
escape from the orphanage that failed to keep her safe all these years. Away
from the heartache and the countless abuse she suffered since childhood. What
she never expected was for her to end up in this place when she climbed the
mountain. All she wanted was to start a new life and now it was going to be
ripped away from her. Again. All because of Sans. Frisk didn’t answer and the
skeleton seemed to shrug away his question.
 
“not like it really matters why you came here anyways. you won’t be leaving.
not alive anyhow.”
 
“Why do you want me dead?” Frisk couldn’t help but ask. She still didn’t
understand what his motives behind his actions were.
 
“you’re a human. you’re just like her or will be. given the chance. i can’t uh.
let that happen. not again.” Sans gave a solemn nod at that, but his tone held
a bitterness that only made Frisk feel a small sense of sympathy for him.
Despite his actions; he seemed broken. If he met a human before then they must
have done something awful to turn him into this. To make him so hateful that he
would attack a human on sight.
 
Maybe.
 
She could make him see that she wasn’t like whoever it was that he saw when he
looked at her.
 
“Sans.” Her voice was soft and she hoped it got through to him with the message
she was trying to convey.
 
Sans glanced down at her. The purple bone freezing in its movements. It seemed
like he didn’t expect her to use his name. Like he had forgotten that he even
told her it in the first place.
 
“You have to believe me. Whoever you’re talking about, it’s not like that. I’m
not-“
 
He scoffed, cutting off her words before she could even speak them. It seemed
he already knew what she was going to say and didn’t care enough to hear it.
 
“don’t. it’s not gonna work. you might not be her. not truly.” He tapped the
bone against her chest, directly over Frisk’s heart. As if any second he’d
plunge it straight through. “but you’re still the same. i can see that. it was
obvious after last time.”
 
Frisk had no idea what he was referring to. It seemed like he was hinting at
something she just couldn’t grasp. A hidden meaning behind his words and she
needed answers.
 
“What do you mean by that? I don’t even know what you’re talking about.”
 
Sans only chuckled at her and she felt the bone start to dig into her skin.
Going in deeper as he leaned forward. She let out a whimper and tried to push
herself back into the floor, but that didn’t stop him. All he did was grin
wide. His eye lights showing his sadistic amusement.
 
“tell ya what, kid. if you’re madenough to come back again. i’ll show ya
exactly what i mean. how you’re no different from chara.”
 
With that said; a burst of agonizing pain shot through Frisk’s body and by the
look that Sans was giving her; he was only just getting started. All she could
hope for was that she’d be in that darkness soon enough.
***** Chapter 3 *****
Numbness was all she could feel as she laid on her side in the surrounding
darkness. Her body felt colder this time than when she was in this place
before. Her mind was in a heavy fog; replaying her death over and over again.
Frisk has learned the hard way that the voice was right. That Sans was capable
of inflicting so much pain than he caused her the first time. For what felt
like hours to her she had laid on that hard floor as the skeleton cut into her
skin with that dreaded bone of his. The whole time he didn’t utter a word as
her pleas fell on deaf ears. His mismatched eye lights always looking straight
at his work at carving open her body. Each cut was precise with its purpose to
cause as much pain as possible. Until finally he gave her a shred of mercy and
plunged the bone into her heart. As much of a mercy as it was for the torment
to end; it didn’t stop the burning feeling that erupted through her entire body
when he did so. As if the bone that pierced her heart sent a shock to her very
core. The worse part was that’s when he decided to show any interest for her
well-being. How he stroked her blood stained hair in a mock of comfort as she
took her final breaths. If he had spoken to her during that time then Frisk had
missed what he said. To numb to the world at the point to focus on anything but
the pain.
Now here she laid with the red glow of that familiar orb floating above her.
Promising another chance at life that she wasn’t even entirely sure she should
take. Sans remembered her. He had hunted her down and killed her slowly. Warned
her of a fate worse than before if she came back again. What was the point of
even going back if he’d just find her again? What was the point of living if
all he would do was hurt her? Why should Frisk even put herself through this
again and again if nothing would change? The red glow around her seemed to dim
the more negative her thoughts were. The darkness seeming to want to snuff out
the light entirely and with that her life. Yet, a part of her still didn’t want
to die. A part of her still wanted to try again.  She had gotten more
information this time and maybe it would benefit her. After all she had gotten
a name. A single name that seemed to be the cause of why Sans felt the need to
kill her. If she could just prove to him that she wasn’t like this person then
he might let her go. After all the skeleton seemed to only be doing this to
Frisk out of some fear of who this person was. Regardless, she still didn’t
have all the knowledge she needed. Just a name. Just speculation of what had
made the skeleton so intent on killing humans in the first place. A name wasn’t
much to go by. However, it was something.
A flicker of hope to grasp onto that filled her with determination.
Frisk knew then she had to go back and try again. She had a bigger chance of
changing her fate if she did. She could get through to Sans if only she gained
more answers.
Chara.
That name was the key to figuring out all of this.
It just had to be.
Whatever the history was between the skeleton and Chara; she was determined to
find out.
“Now isn’t this interesting? I wasn’t expecting something like this. How
peculiar.”
The familiar voice spoke in the darkness startling Frisk from her musing. The
girl’s comments sparking a curiosity in her as she sat up from her spot to look
around for who was talking. Just like last time she was only met with darkness
and the red orb that illuminated the abyss. She didn’t understand what the
voice was talking about. There wasn’t anything different so what had caught
this other girl’s interest so much? However, when her brown eyes looked upwards
at the red orb; something was different. Hardly noticeable unless someone was
looking for it. The red orb pulsed as it did last time; it’s glistening surface
still the same; but inside of it mixed with the red liquid that swirled around
with each hum it gave off was a slight swirl of purple. Barely visible as the
red over powered it, but there none the less. Frisk didn’t understand what that
meant; the color reminding her of the flame that would appear in Sans left eye
socket whenever he seemed to conjure up his bone. The same color as the blast
of light from that beast of a skull of his; nestled in the red orb as if it
didn’t belong there. As if it was fighting the crimson that wanted to engulf it
fully but was holding on by some unknown force.
“Why does is it look like that?” Frisk let out the words in a whisper as she
watched the purple swirl around in the red orb.
“Are you going to go back again?” The voice ignored her question like Frisk was
begrudgingly learning was the usual and asked their own instead. “I’m curious
how he’ll react this time if you decide to. I have a feeling it will be quite
interesting indeed.”
The answer was simple enough yet she hesitated in answering. Going back meant
that she would have to face Sans again and she knew he would be looking for
her. That he wouldn’t stop hunting her down each time she came back. It seemed
to be a constant mind set with the skeleton if the last time was any
indication. His words of how he’d prove to her that she was no different than
the person he seemed to hate so much resonated in her mind. Another part of her
wondered what this voice meant by how Sans would react. What would be so
different from last time? Frisk glanced around at the nothingness surrounding
her and took a steady breath to calm herself before she answered.
“Yes I am,” Her tone held her resolve even if a small part of her was wavering
to give up. Instead she felt another wave of determination as her eyes narrowed
in the darkness; searing for the girl that hadn’t made her presence seen yet.
Was it really Chara like she thought or was this voice someone different?  “But
first I want some answers. Last time you said you would wait for me to return.
You knew Sans would kill me again. You were right. So tell me. What is this
place? Who are you?”
Frisk waited for a reply that she wasn’t even positive that she would receive.
The silence that filled the abyss was even more eerie than the first time she
was here. Like she was truly alone even if she knew she wasn’t. With each
passing second the voice ignored her; Frisk was becoming more desperate. Not
even the warm glow of the orb could shake the feeling of uncertainty that was
sinking in on her deeper and deeper.
“Please. Help me. I don’t want to die again.” Frisk muttered under her breath
as she realized that any question she asked would go unanswered. As she was
about to reach for the orb again the voice finally responded. However it
continued to ignore her questions.
“You won’t be able to hide from him. He won’t stop no matter what you do. I
told you before it would be better for you not to go back.”
Frisk shook her head; refusing to believe what the voice was telling her. As
long as she kept trying she could find a way. As long as she stayed determined
then she could make Sans realize he didn’t need to keep doing this. He had no
reason to keep killing her once he finally saw that she wasn’t like who he
thought she was.
“I can’t just give up.” Frisk responded solemnly.
“No you can’t; can you? You’re much to determined for that. At least right now
you are. However, it won’t stop him from trying to break you, if you give him
the chance. You’ll die again and again in a cycle that won’t ever end. You’re
not helping yourself if you keep trying. Just let go.”
This voice wouldn’t help her. She could see that now. As she grasped the orb
for a second time that same warmth and strength shot through her; however this
time something was different. This time the sensation felt stronger than
before. It was overwhelming as Frisk’s body went rigid. Her heart pounding in
her chest as she shut her eyes tight. Images flashing in her mind at too fast a
rate to process what she was even seeing. Only managing to make out bits and
pieces. Red on white snow. Purple bones protruding from the ground. A green and
yellow sweater stained with blood. Crimson eyes and a smile that sucked all the
warmth away from her body. As quickly as the visions came they vanished from
her. The same feeling of falling overtaking her. Before she left the darkness
that voice’s last words echoed in her mind. A mantra of maliciousness that
terrified her to her very core.
“If you really don’t want to die then there is only one thing you can do... You
have to kill him.”
R E S E T.
- - -
Sans stood over the dead body of the human who plagued his life for so long
now. Her cloudy crimson gaze looking up at him as if staring right into his
soul even if she’s been long gone for hours now. Another reset had occurred and
again he was dragged back to this spot by the tree. His warning to the new
anomaly being ignored. It seemed like no matter what he did he just couldn’t
win. Even with Chara seemingly gone for good it didn’t stop another reset from
happening not with the new human around. This time something felt off to him;
something that he just couldn’t place. Purple magic sparked around his bones as
he stood there in silence; not even bothering to glance at the floating skull
next to him. He didn’t really care about going to the Ruins this timeline to
find Frisk. She’d have to come out eventually anyways and then he could deal
with her. Make her realize that she should just give up; like Chara apparently
had. Then he could finally go back. Then he would have control of the timeline.
Finally he could make things right again. As long as there was no risks of an
anomaly then he wouldn’t need to keep repeating this cycle anymore. He had to
keep that belief no matter what. It was all that he had left to live for
anymore.
“YOU KNOW YOU’LL NEVER BELIEVE THAT THE HUMAN WILL GIVE UP NO MATTER HOW HARD
YOU TRY TO CONVINCE THEM OTHERWISE. EVEN IF YOU WIN AND CAN ACTUALLY RESET, HOW
LONG UNTIL CHARA COMES BACK AND START THIS ALL OVER AGAIN?”
“if chara could come back she would have by now,” Sans nudged the body with his
foot to empathize his point. “i already shattered her determination. there’s
nothing she can do without it and once i do the same to frisk then all of this
can finally end.” Sans said more to convince himself. His own doubts as
palpable as the disbelief on his brother’s countenance.
“THEN WHY ARE YOU JUST STANDING AROUND AND BEING LAZY?”
Opting to not give a response to his brother’s impatience; his mismatched
colored eye lights directed towards the body at his feet one more. He knew how
the timelines worked. He knew what had given both Chara and Frisk their power
to reset. The same power that was within his grasps once Frisk decided to stay
dead; just like Chara had. All his sacrifices had been building up to all of
this and he was determined not to fail. Yet the longer he gazed down at the
body the more he felt his own irritation bubbling to the surface. He was so
close to fixing everything and this new anomaly was trying to take that away
from him. She may not have gained LOVE; may not even be as much of a killer as
the other human was, but her own determination was proving to be even more
bothersome. A determinant to all his goals. It seemed like no matter what he
tried to do another anomaly was destined to make his life hell.
“When will you give up comedian? You can’t kill me for good. You can’t win
against me in the end. So why even try? Aren’t you tired of doing the same
thing over and over?”
“heh, we’ll see about that. you’ll stop coming back at some point. you’ll learn
to just quit. even if you don’t, i’ll always be waiting for ya.”
“Do you want to know a secret Sansy? Do you want to know why no matter how hard
you try to stop me it will never work? It’s because you made things so much
more interesting. So much more fun. For so long now I didn’t think anything
would change. I never expected it to. I could kill everyone in any way I choose
and nothing would change. Not really. Not by much. Everything was starting to
become dull. Until you changed the game. You proved me wrong and well even if
you keep killing me; repeating this same cycle of madness, I’ll always come
back. Besides let’s be honest with each other; you’ll always want me to.”
Sans gritted his teeth as he thought back on Chara’s words. A constant reminder
that he could never drop his guard for long. Focusing his magic he conjured up
one of his blasters. Sans just couldn’t stand to look at the one who had caused
him so much pain anymore. Couldn’t stand to have her presence around anymore;
even in her death; he was starting to feel less stratification than he did
during previous timelines. Something really did feel off with him this reset.
With a tilt of his skull the blaster obeyed his command. A surge of purple
magic filled the small area around him. Its power connected to his own very
soul. There the feeling was again more tangible as if his own magic wasn’t at
its peak like it should be. It bothered him even if he didn’t try to
concentrate on it. All he wanted right now was to be rid of Chara for good. To
focus on the here and now. To put all of his newfound efforts purely on this
new anomaly. With just a flash of light it was done. Removing all trace of that
dirty brother killer from this timeline at least. His brother didn’t comment as
the blaster dissipated with displaced magic. Sans glanced at the discarded
knife on the snow near where Chara’s body used to be; the sound of the Ruins
doors opening in the distance and with a spark he disappeared from where he
once stood.
- - -
The bitter cold of the forest cut through her sweater; leaving goosebumps on
her flesh underneath. Frisk didn’t bother this time with staying in the warm
abandoned house. Not after last time. She couldn’t even bare the sight of the
place that for a short while had brought her just an ounce of comfort. Even if
she went back to before her death; it didn’t get rid of the sensations of the
agony of her skin being cut open. It didn’t change the fact that she could
still see the skeletons maniacal grin as he watched her suffer. No. Frisk just
couldn’t handle staying there no matter how much warmer it was then the snow
filled environment where she was now. Where she had died the first time. Where
she had met the monster who had been tormenting her. Not bothering staying on
the clear road once she passed the door she moved as quickly to the trees as
possible. Hoping it would provide her some cover and safety. Staying out and in
the open would just be an invitation for her demise and she knew that. She
couldn’t shake the paranoia that he would find her at any moment. That even
trying to hide herself as best she could would be pointless in the end. Hiding
last time didn’t work so how would this time be any different? In the end she
knew she didn’t have much of a choice but to at least try. She couldn’t stay
out in the snow anyways; if Sans didn’t kill her then the freezing weather
definitely would.
Frisk sighed as she trudged through the snow; her own determination to find
someplace warm keeping her going. Each minute that passed in her walk the
silence started to creep on her resolve more and more. She couldn’t shake the
suspicion that she was being watched but each time she would glance over her
shoulder expecting the skeleton that was haunting every fiber of her mind;
there was nothing there.
The farther she went with nothing happening the more uneasy she felt.
It was quiet.
Way to quiet.
Like not a single person existed in this place.
Except for her and the skeleton.
But.
That couldn’t be true.
Could it?
It occurred to Frisk just then of how silent the surrounding world really was.
How empty it felt even in the tunnels that lead out to the snowy forest. This
place was too big for there to be not a single being around and yet she had
only ever encountered the skeleton. How was that even possible? Obviously
someone had lived in that house she’d been in and she didn’t take it as the
place where Sans would live. There had to be sign of life around somewhere. It
couldn’t just be as desolate as she thought it was. The structures and that
house proved testament of a time where someone had to be around. Could those
tunnels have been abandoned a long time ago? Did some event caused the place to
be evacuated in a rush? It certainly looked that way by the state of the place.
All that dust that scattered the floors in every turn she took. Come to think
of it, dust seemed to be everywhere around here. Even in the slight breeze of
the forest around her. It had made her cough again and again whenever she
accidentally breathed some in.
A glint of light on the white ground in front of her distracted her from her
thoughts. Brown eyes traveling to few feet ahead of her as her pace quickened
somewhat. The closer she got the worse dread she felt. This spot looked worse
for wear than the other parts of the forest. Tree’s that once stood tall seemed
to have been destroyed. Burnt stumps left in their place. Her mind flashed back
to the dresser that had been disintegrated with just one blast of that beast of
a skull. It seemed like the same thing had occurred here as well. Frisk had no
doubt in her mind this destruction was caused by Sans. A tale sign of just how
powerful that skeleton truly was; even if she didn’t need the reminder. What
caught her gaze however was the single spot where snow should have been.
Scorched grass stood out as if one of the blasts was aimed directly straight at
the ground. Even that didn’t bother her so much as the dark crimson that
stained the white in many spots near the melted snow. Their implication far
more terrifying than destroyed trees.
Someone had died here.
Oh stars someone was murdered!
Sans had killed someone else.
Why?
Who did he kill?
What happened to cause this?
Frisk felt her body start to shake as she wrapped her arms around herself; no
longer just fighting off the feeling of being cold. Her breathing coming out
haggard as she tried to calm herself down. This shouldn’t bother her. She
couldn’t let it bother her. She already knew the skeleton was a killer. Already
felt his wrath before. Of course she wasn’t the first one he had murdered. He
mentioned another human already. Still it gave her no relief. How could it when
she knew someone else met the same fate as she did? The silence and emptiness
of the world becoming more reasonable of why it was like that. How many people
has Sans killed? What drove him to do so in the first place? Was he always like
this? Then why was there those jokes in a book like he once had a friend? Did
he kill them as well? He must have. There just didn’t seem to be a single
person left.
She shook her head quickly to get rid of those thoughts. The small gleaming
light on the ground catching her attention again. When brown eyes took in what
she saw it sent a chill straight through her. Laying there on the ground was a
knife. Her mind instantly going back to the last words that the voice had told
her. As if that voice had gifted her the means to do just that. Her cold
fingers twitched with the need to pick up the weapon. To take sanctuary at the
chance it provided her. A way to survive if Sans found her again. All she
needed to do was pick up the knife and she would have a way to defend herself.
Last time she had been defenseless. Last time he took full advantage of that
fact. This knife could save her life if only she fought back. She started to
reach forward for the knife as it could be her only life line. A ghost of a
breath itched at the back of her neck making Frisk freeze in her movements. She
could feel a presence looming behind her; just like the first time she met
Sans. Her heart almost stopping in her chest as she slowly turned her head to
look behind her she was startled to realize nothing was there. Not even the
sound of footsteps in the snow. Despite it, she couldn’t shake the feeling of
being watched. The wind picked up ever so slightly as she turned her glance
back to the weapon calling out to her sanity on the ground.
Sans wouldn’t expect her to have a weapon.
If she got lucky she could actually wound him just enough to get away if
necessary.
Maybe.
Even.
Kill him.
It was tempting.
The one shred of hope of changing her fate.
Her answer to her plights was just sitting right there.
If he was dead then she would have nothing to fear.
No.
He was to strong.
A measly knife wouldn’t pose him a threat.
Besides.
The thought sickened her.
Frisk wasn’t a killer.
She could never bring herself to hurt someone.
Not even her abusers on the surface.
No one deserved to die.
Not even Sans.
She would find another way out of this.
Frisk was filled with determination to do so.
With a heavy heart as she held back any fleeting feelings of regret that might
creep up on her, she continued forward. Not once looking back. Not once letting
the temptation of the knife to change her mind. Despite its promises of
protection the cost was much too high for her to ever take. What kind of person
would she become if she allowed herself to hurt someone else? If she could
survive then she was going to her own way.
- - -
The hooded figure stood there as he watched the human walk away. His mismatched
eye lights dimming to almost nothing as she did so. He had been so close to her
a moment ago that he could still smell her scent around him. Something was
different about her. Something he couldn’t place. A disturbance in his mind
that Sans couldn’t shake off. Ebbing its way into his very soul. There was a
difference this timeline. He felt it earlier with the reset; with his magic and
the sensation hit him again when he was behind her. Whatever it was; he wasn’t
thrilled about it. It left to many unanswered questions that at some point he
would need to figure out. Regardless it didn’t bother him nearly as much as her
refusal to pick up the knife that Chara had used countless times before. It had
tempted her; he saw that much and he had been ready to prove that even if she
tried to fight back; it would be pointless. That nothing she tried to do would
change things. He would kill her and see that determination waver. Now. He just
couldn’t grasp why she would continue forward without a means to even fight
back. It made absolutely no sense to him. Humans were killers. Determined
humans even more so.
Why did she leave the knife behind?
Why?
Did she honestly think that she didn’t need it?
That he wouldn’t find her as she attempted to hide herself by not going down
the main road?
Whatever her reason was it bothered him greatly.
The wind started to pick up; almost knocking his hood off his skull. The cold
couldn’t do much towards him, but he was sure by this point the human was
freezing. Maybe he should just let the elements take her out instead? With the
blizzard coming in the anomaly would never reach the town in time before she
succumbed to hypothermia. He never really did see a human freeze to death
before. His own bloodlust against Chara never allowed him to be that patient
even in the timelines he left her alone for hours; she had always been more
prepared for the weather. It left a certain appeal in his mind. Sans continued
to follow her from a distance as she was nearing his old sentry station. Near
the last place he really never wanted to be. In a past he could barely remember
he used to enjoy his boring job. Watching out for humans that never came. It
allowed him to be alone where he could nap as much as he wanted to. Where he
didn’t have a care in the world. Papyrus would always nag him for slacking off
and he would just shrug; telling his jokes that would irritate his younger
sibling to no end. Now his sentry station made his soul quiver. Made the guilt
of his sins always come back. A place where he couldn’t bury the anguish away
any longer. For timelines now he avoided going near it as much as he possibly
could.
Stars.
He hated this spot.
Even more than he hated Chara.
Hated the memories it always brought back.
Each and every time.
“SANS SHOULDN’T YOU BE STAYING VIGILANT FOR HUMANS AND NOT NAPPING ON THE JOB?
HAVE YOU EVEN BOTHERED TO DO YOUR ROUNDS?” Papyrus’s booming voice awoke Sans
from his short reprieve of rest that he could take. His eye sockets opened
tiredly as he glanced up at his brother.
“sorry paps. just had a long day is all. i’m just bone tired.” His words were
cryptic. His hood hiding the change of his eye lights from his brother. Sans
let out a tired yawn.
“YES WELL YOU NEED TO TAKE YOUR JOB MORE SERIOUSLY.” Papyrus attempted to chide
him, but even Sans could tell there was something off with him. His brother
didn’t even comment on his pun like he normally did and that made everything so
much worse.
Maybe he didn’t need to do this?
Maybe he could continue to put this one task off for several more hours?
The human hasn’t even bothered to come out of the Ruins yet.
Perhaps the dust he left behind for her to find would be enough?
Would she get the message that someone was waiting for her if she dared step
past those doors?
Regardless.
He’d have to kill her eventually.
After all he was looking forward to giving the anomaly exactly what she
deserved.
But.
What if he still wasn’t strong enough?
What if she got past him and hurt Papyrus again?
He still didn’t have enough LOVE.
There was only one monster left.
One that deserved mercy the most over what she would do.
It would be-
“heh, you’re right about that, bro.” Sans agreed as he stood up from his seat.
Making his way to stand in front of him. Keeping his head lowered for his
brother still couldn’t see the grimace on his skull. The dust on his clothes
would be a clue enough to his actions, but his brother was so naive. So
innocent. Always believing in the best of everyone. He really did love that
about him.
It sadly made his brother an easy target for the human.
It would be better-
“I’M GLAD TO HEAR THAT YOU WANT TO IMPROVE YOURSELF BROTHER. I KNOW YOU CAN
ACCOMPLISH SO MANY DIFFERENT THINGS IF YOU JUST TRY.” Papyrus placed his red
gloved hand on Sans shoulder.
Fuck.
His soul hurt with each word his brother said.
He couldn’t do this.
Not to him.
Anyone but him.
It would be better if-
“you’re the coolest paps. you always have been. i wish i could be more like
you... heh.”
Sans really meant every word. If only he could be a better monster. If only he
could hold on to hope like his brother did. Not once did Papyrus falter in his
mindset of mercy; of the kindness he showed those who never did deserve it.
Sans just could never live up to what his brother saw in him. Could never even
attempt to be as forgiving towards the human as Papyrus showed again and again.
Over and over.
Over and over he was kind.
Over and over he never fought back.
Over and over his little brother died.
Over and over again.
It was time for that to end.
It was time for the human to stop using his brother’s merciful nature against
him.
“OF COURSE I AM. BUT SANS IS SOMETHING WRONG? IS SOMETHING BOTHERING YOU? YOU
HAVEN’T SEEMED LIKE YOURSELF FOR A COUPLE DAYS NOW. I’M WORRIED ABOUT YOU.”
Sans still didn’t look into his brother’s eye lights as he kneeled down in the
snow to be more at eye level with him. Both hands now holding his shoulders as
he pulled him into a tight embrace. One that he didn’t bother with returning.
His arms staying limp at his side; his body tense. The guilt eating away at
every part of him. Drowning him in his own self-loathing.
“what makes you say that?” His voice was barely even a whisper. He couldn’t
stop himself from shaking. His bones rattling so loud he was positive it
wouldn’t go unnoticed. Couldn’t stop himself as his magic started to spark in
his left eye socket. Tears that wanted to shed that he wasn’t even sure he was
capable of even more.
Purple magic.
No longer cyan and yellow.
When did that even change anyway?
It was hard to remember which kill it was that caused it.
Doesn’t really matter now; does it?
It was just another sign that he was stronger than before.
That his plan was working.
That gaining LOVEwas the only way to end things.
“WELL, YOUR CLOTHES SEEM DIRTIER THAN USUAl. YOU’VE AlSO BEEN WAKING UP
SCREAMING EVERY NIGHT AND REFUSE TO TALK ABOUT YOUR NIGHTMARES. YOU HAVEN’T
BEEN HOME MUCH EITHER. THOUGH IT SEEMS LIKE NO ONE IS HOME THESE DAYS COME TO
THINK OF IT. IN FACT I HAVEN’T SEEN ANYONE FOR AWHILE NOW. UNDYNE HASN’T EVEN
BEEN AROUND TO HANG OUT WITH ME. I WONDER IF EVERYONE IS SICK. I REALLY HOPE
NOT. STILL I’M MORE CONCERNED ABOUT YOU. WHAT’S GOING ON SANS? YOU CAN TALK TO
ME. PLEASE TELL ME. I WANT TO HELP YOU.”
It would be better if he-
“do you really think you could help me, paps?” His tone turned bitter as he
pulled away from his brother’s embrace. Ignoring the hurt look on the others
countenance. Sans could barely look at him. Opting to look at the ground
instead. He never really did deserve someone like Papyrus in his life. His
brother always did deserve the best.
“OF COURSE I CAN. I’M THE GREAT PAPYRUS AFTER ALL. NYEH HEH HEH. WHAT KIND OF
BROTHER WOULD I BE IF I DIDN’T HELP YOU IN YOUR TIME OF NEED?”
“i think you can help me actually.” Sans replied.
“REALLY?!? ANYTHING YOU NEED I’LL DO. THINGS WILL GET BETTER. I PROMISE.”
Papyrus couldn’t hide the joy in his voice.
Sans couldn’t help but ponder if there was ever a time he actually asked his
little brother for help with anything.
He never did want to burden him after all.
By how thrilled Papyrus sounded at the prospect of being able to help him it
only made the regret so much worse.
All Sans had ever wanted to do was protect him from the world.
To protect him from the humans murderous intent.
At least now he could do something about that.
Even if he didn’t know if his own soul could handle doing such a thing.
“thank you, papyrus. you really are the best bro in the whole wide world.” Sans
lifted his head to meet his brother’s smile and kind eye lights. His soul
aching in his chest. He wondered if his brother could make out the heartache in
his expression.
It would be better if he died by me instead of the human.
Sans eye lights went out as he watched her place her hands on the wooden
surface of his old sentry station. Watched as she reached over and pulled out
the most treasured possession he owned now. The memories still grasping around
his soul in a tight embrace. Demanding he turn to dust for the sins of his
past. For one sin that no matter how many timelines would come and go he could
never take back. Even if he so desperately wanted to. There was no changing
what he had done. Even if everyone else wouldn’t remember; he always would. His
mind wasn’t able to bare it when he was around this place. His eye sockets
closed as he felt the phantom touch of red gloves on his shoulders. Steadying
him from falling into despair with its comfort. With a flash of magic he
teleported.
- - -
Frisk looked over the wooden structure with intrigue. Wondering why it was even
built out here in the first place. On the ground there were empty ketchup
bottles strewn about. Seemingly discarded a long time ago as no one bothered to
clean them up. The red scarf she had found lying inside she held in her hand.
It was torn and was covered in the same dust that seemed to be everywhere
around this place. The scrap of fabric had definitely seen better days. She
couldn’t help but be curious of who originally owned it. Still it was something
that could help her keep just a little bit warmer. The wet snow had already
seeped through her brown boots and her black shorts didn’t offer her any extra
warmth. Her skin was covered in goosebumps and feeling even number the longer
she stayed out here. The scarf wouldn’t help much if she didn’t find shelter
soon, but in the end she would take what she could get. She had only debated
with herself about dunking down in the small structure, but decided against it.
It wouldn’t have provided her much cover from the storm that seemed to be
picking up. She had to keep moving forward. There just wasn’t any choice in the
matter. As she was about to wrap the scarf around her neck, however the world
seemed to shutter. Blinking the slight dizzy feeling away she was shocked to
see that the scarf had vanished without a trace. Brown eyes widened at the
realization and when she tried to jump back in a panic, she felt a tight grip
on her arm.
“don’t touch things that don’t belong to you, kid.” The words were growled out
viciously behind her and before she could react her vision went blurry again.
“Sans-“ Frisk had barely managed to get the words out before she was yanked
back roughly.
The tight grip on her arm kept her upright as her balance was thrown off.
Everything started to spin around the corners of her vision and with a yelp;
she shut her eyes tight. A feeling of falling and a sudden weight pressing
against her chest made it hard for her to breath. A wave of nausea hit her like
a train wreck as she gasped for air that just wouldn’t come. She wondered if
she was about to die all over again. It certainly felt like it. A sudden pain
shot through her side like pin-needles as next thing she knew she was laying in
the snow. Frisk took in much needed gasps of air as the pressure lifted from
her chest. The phantom touch still on her arm from the previous tight grip. No
doubt it would leave bruises on her arm. Frisk groaned as she pushed herself
upright only for her body to protest with the sudden movement. Her stomach
demanding to empty contents that simply were not there to do so. Shivers raked
through her body. Every muscle feeling sore and burning due to the cold.
Despite her best efforts she couldn’t shake off the effects of being ill. For
several minutes she leaned forward dry heaving as her body coated in sweat.
Chilling her skin more to the freezing temperature of the weather. Blinking
back tears from her burning eyes. When her stomach finally settled down enough
that she felt safe to move and she wiped the sweat from her brow with the back
of her hand; she dared to take a quick glance around her surroundings.
Wait.
What?
How?
No longer did she stand in front of the wooden structure out in the middle of
the woods. In fact she didn’t seem to be in the forest at all anymore. At least
not the area she was previously in. Around her were buildings that she had
never seen before. Soft lights glowed out of windows that indicated people must
have lived here. Out in the distance she could even make out what appeared to
be some sort of Christmas tree. Frisk wanted to grasp on to the hope that she
might find someone to help her; but there wasn’t even a sound to be heard. When
she opened her mouth to call out to anyone who might hear her; she only ended
up coughing. The dust in the air was worse here than where she was previous and
she had to cover her mouth with her hand to attempt to avoid breathing more of
it in. It seemed in a blink of an eye she was transported to a new location all
together. Frisk stood on shaky legs; her clothing soaking wet from her fall in
the snow. Her brown eyes darted back and forth as she looked for any signs of
life. No one seemed to be around. Her mind grasping at questions of how she
even got here in the first place.
How was that even possible?
Why was she even here?
Sans.
That was definitely his voice she heard before her surroundings changed.
But why?
Why did Sans bring her here?
Frisk turned her head and saw a banner to her left.
“Welcome to Snowdin.”
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