How long had it been, how many times had they done this since he had delivered the ultimatum? As far as he was aware it could have been a few minutes or years the only one who knew now was Frisk…no…that thing wasn't Frisk. Maybe he would have laughed at the absurdity of that thought if it wasn't for the choking weight of the dusty orange scarf around his neck. How could he know that? This was the only striped shirt clad little girl he knew. Sure he was aware of her ability to save and reset, at least he hadn't been reset far enough yet to lose that knowledge but for all his power he couldn't change her. His ever smiling skeletal face glared down at the mangled corpse singed and pierced with shards of bone that lay at his feet. It would only be a few moments now. This wasn't the last that he would see of her, she was determined he had to give her that. A blue glare flared up in his left eye, it didn't matter how determined she was in this hall where he had chosen to deliver his judgement, he was determination.

The pressure of the warm pillar against his jacketed back, the sound of footsteps coming down the hall. There was only one person that could be. With a single swipe of his fingers the tears were gone, he wouldn't give this demon any mercy, it was time to show her a bad time. "Heya" He heard himself say in a faux cheery voice as he stepped out from behind the pillar, winking an eye at the knife wielding child. Everything felt surreal; like he was watching his body perform actions on its own from above. A far detached feeling of loathing burned in him, at the girl who stood before him but also himself for his failure. There would be no mercy, not anymore. If she beat him that would be it, his friends…his brother, would be gone forever. He would not let that happen.

His eyes flicked around observing her face, though he quickly gave up. For the first time he couldn't tell how many times from that they had done this. All he saw was… a cold shiver ran down his spine. All he saw was desperation, and fear, whatever he had been expecting this wasn't it. "Wow, you look frustrated, I guess you've died a lot huh?" he taunted her while he internally tried to regain his composure."

"S-Sans…" her voice came out little more than a choked sob, as if the mere sight of him had stolen her ability to speak.

Despite himself a pang of sympathy struck him at her sad visage. He wasn't about to let himself be fooled though. A cruel thought came to him. "Hey what is it kiddo?" no doubt the sudden friendly change in his voice would surprise her. And of course it helped that he was always smiling.

Her eyes slowly lifted from where they had rested upon the ground. It was easy to see that they were wet with tears along with the rest of her face that had been obscured by her hair. She looked at him for a moment, a glimmer of hope flashing in her eyes past the hopelessness that filled them.

"Are you alright Frisk?" he asked gently walking slowly towards her.

Her trembling hand let go of her hold on the worn handle of the knife. "I'm so sorry Sans, I'm so sorry…" She repeated like a mantra over and over as the knife clanked against the tiled floor only pausing when she was finally overcome with her sobbing.

"Hey come here kid." He said like he was comforting an old friend. This only sent the girl into another harder round of sobbing. 'Guess this proves my theory huh.' His mind wanders, from her reaction they must have met before; they must have really been friends.

She throws her arms around him, her body shaking. "I d-didn't mean….I never wanted…I don't I don't…g-god…" after nearly a minute she finally manages to calm herself enough to look into his face, those familiar comforting features. "S-Sans…can you, would you ever be able to forgive me? After what I've done…?" she asks softly her weak voice only just managing the words.

His grin almost seemed to widen more than normal as he pat her back gently. "Of course I will Frisk." He looks her right in the eyes, his embrace tightening around her as the pupils in his own disappear leaving only menacing black eye sockets. "As soon as you're burning in hell, dirty brother killer…" a look of surprise flashes across her face as she has no time to react, the pair of solid bone spears piercing her torso. Flecks of blood coat his face as he feels her cough out her last breaths against him. "If you really are my friend, you won't come back." He says as he lets the body fall from his grip and crumple dully against the floor.