A way Sans stopped the re-runs of the genocides, in what I hope is a unique manner. Anyone can use anything in this fic to embellish their story as long as it isn't just a copy and paste. Also, the HP idea is not my own, but I don't feel like such a brilliant theory was noticed enough
Oh, and I don't own the characters/content of this, *rolls eyes dramatically* go figure
Sans leaned against the pillar, silent in contemplation. Dozens of deaths, of genocides, over and over again. He sighed, and stood up, turning to face the kid. Frisk's eyes glowed an eerie red color, as well as being completely void of expression.
With a forced grin, he said the words he had said an uncountable number of times. "hey kid, ah, you've been busy haven't…." He paused and tilted his head to the side, thinking. "no. You know what, no."
Sans looked up at the butcher of the underground with anger, "this has gone on for far too long, way to long. and now? heh, welp, there's an easy way to do this, and a hard way."
Sans' smile became even more forced, "we do what we do the normal way, killing each other again and again, until one of us just stops caring entirely, the easy way." His left eye socket flickered into blue and yellow flashes of light.
"exp, execution points, lv, level of violence, hp…" Sans smirked in a self-loathing manner, "hope points. how much one believes in their place in the future, and how much they think they can change it,"
"i could never change anything, i always thought about how pointless all of this was, but now, well, I never knew about alphys' experiments, on determination," With a growing grin, he shifted to appear behind the possessed human, before taking them down to the lab via the same manner.
A flickering fight screen shot up, in which the human immediately checked Sans before paling. Sans: the reinvigorated enemy. HP-? At-5 DF - ? Sans immediately began the fight by picking the human's soul up with magic and throwing them into a machine resembling his own favorite weapon.
It shut before they could even make the slightest move away from the center. Desperate movements slammed against the walls of it fervently before the human sneered at him. "You are an idiot if you think you can stop me like this." Sans smiled maliciously.
With a tap of a button, small syringes slammed into the soul of the human. "what is a human like you, without determination?" He watched as he repeatedly kept using the check function, seeing all the stats drop to the lowest of the low, leaving them with a measly one in everything.
The machine opened up, showing a shriveled black soul covered in tumor like orbs, each seemingly a shattered part of another human's soul. With narrowed eyes, he watched as they faded and sprang off before looking for determination like a leech does for blood.
Raising his hand, he forced the four pieces into a whole, before shoving it back into the machine and wringing out whatever was left in it. Only red dust remained.
Slowly the child stood up, and tiredly blinked. "I-I'm me?" she whispered quietly, sans grabbed her wrist roughly, and looked her in the eyes. Her brown eyes. "what is your name."
"Frisk," Sans nodded, before turning back to the machine and yanking out another syringe from it, filled with a white viscous liquid. He shoved it into her hands, "use this and reset. and i swear on anything you hold dear i will never forgive you mess up like this again."
She nodded almost hesitantly, before reaffirming herself and doing it again with much more confidence. Using the item with a wince, she looked at Sans before breathing deeply and hitting the reset button.
She awoke on a bed of flowers, glancing around before standing...
The End
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