WELCOME:
This story is slightly inspired by another fan fiction on the site. It isn't the best story, but it is an awesome one if you can put the few quirks aside. This fan fiction involves the Underfell alternate reality and the genocide storyline... Also, prepare for the feels ;.;

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Chapter 1
"Beginning from the End"

He stood there, pondering the situation he'd found himself in. Standing in a seemingly glowing hall of gold, on such a beautiful day, with a cold blooded killer... the crimson scarf that once belonged to his brother hung loosely off his shoulders... it still smelled like them... Their face was doused in darkness from shadows that seemed to magically form from nothing. Despite having the weakest life force, he was the last one, the last one left. His adversary, so cold and cruel, had single handedly brought about the destruction of the underground. They, one person, one human. Had slain every single monster alive, even his own brother fell to their blade.

His friends, dead. Everyone except him and he king had been butchered. He didn't understand their reason behind this, he never could. He was ready to slay them, but he hesitated. If his brother really did see good in them, then perhaps they truly were misguided. Maybe they were afraid of the monsters and assumed they were all tricking them. It was stretching things, even for their taste. What good would it do to just fight? At the very least, he could figure out why they did... all this...

"Hey kiddo..." His tiny white pupils locked onto their form. Their eyes were covered by more shadows, just like his face. After they made no response, he continued with the one sided conversation. "It's a beautiful day outside, isn't it?" They took a step forward. "The birds are singing and the flowers are blooming." One more step followed by them readying their knife. So this is how it was going down... You can't blame them for not trying. "On days like these, kids like you..." The light that made his pupils so light hearted, vanished. Whether it intimidated them or not, was a mystery. "... should be burning in hell."

With a speed comparable to lighting, he attacked... He fought bravely, he hit them so many times that it was a wonder how they were still alive. Eventually he missed, no shocker though. They were bound to get lucky; however, this was just he beginning. Soon he missed more and more often. It seemed more like he wasting magic than actually fighting. It seemed as if he was becoming predictable, much to his horror...

"What? How..." They had just managed to evade a string of impossibly fast attacks. Now they were speeding towards him, knife ready to cut him down. He thrust his arm forward and a demonic skull began to form out of air. It wasn't forming quick enough as the human passed between the skull. He leaped back and through his arm forward, resulting in a short forest of bones lifting out of the ground. He repeated this as the human covered the distance. He was tired, very tired and because he was tired he blacked out for a split second. A swing of the arm had him dodging right, quickly avoiding a lethal strike. His eyes focused on the human just as their eyes focused on him. "Come on, did you really think..."

Amongst the gold and orange of the floor, shining with the regality of royalty, was a red blemish. It slowly grew as droplets of red joined it. A large red gash rand down and across their chest. The small white dots inside black voids expressed his surprise...

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He held his eyes tight, he didn't want them to see him cry. He didn't want to give them that satisfaction, not after all they've done; however, he couldn't all of his emotions back. He settled for a hurting look as he glance at them before settling his vision back on the ground. They were just standing there, waiting for him to dissolve so they could get even more EXP and LOVE. A sharp pain forced him to close his eyes before opening them. That same emotionless face... it was too much...

"So... I guess that's it huh?" He managed one more look before closing his eyes in an effort to ease the pain. He opened his eyes for one more sentence to them. "Just... don't say I didn't warn you..." There, there it was. A glimmer of curiosity in those eyes. With that, he stood up and cracked an eye lid as he smiled, it was always easier to smile. "Welp... I'm going to Grillby's..." He wasn't gonna die, not there, not in front of them. He stumbled and nearly tripped over his own feet until he was out of the judgement hall... That was what it had been called when the monsters were still around...

He collapsed onto his knees and let loose a heavy breath before looking up. In front of him was his brother, a skeleton with a white upper body armor with red gloves and boots. His legs and arms were black as all of his clothing had golden trim... He just stood there, motionless, albeit blurry. It brought a smile to his face. "H-Hey... Papyrus... do you want anything?" With that, everything became bright, too bright. He collapsed to he ground, never actually feeling the impact, completely unaware the human could still here him...

...

This, this wasn't what he expected. Eternal darkness that extended in every direction for what seemed like eternity. It wasn't dark, he could see himself completely as if he was in a well lit room. "Is... is this the afterlife?" He looked himself over, it was no dream he had. He really was cut down... "I guess this is a little soul crushing... Heh..." Even the pun didn't cheer him up. "This... this can't be it... Is this really the end..." The tiny white dots inside the shadows of his eye sockets shrunk to pin pricks as a frightening reality creeped into his mind. "Oh... oh god... Alphys... Undyne... Oh god no, Papyrus!" Small dots of white trickled out of the eye sockets and down his bone white cheek bones. "No... no, no, NO! This can't be how it ends! Not like this!" The trickles turned into small streams as he clutched his head.

"No! I can't accept it! I have to at least save him... I can't let Papyrus go through this too... I won't accept it..." For a moment, brief as it was, a flash of white appeared in the void, something that didn't go unnoticed by him. "Wait... what was that?" Then, as if you were struggling to get reception for a channel, gigantic white text flickered on rapidly. Below were the words CONTINUE and RESET... The images disappeared a bit longer... than a little more longer... They were disappearing. Sans didn't think twice as he lurched forward and slammed the palm of his hand on the RESET option. Then, like an old T.V. being shut off, a flash of white and nothing...

While in this state of perpetual nothingness, he couldn't feel anything, he was just aware of his memories. He couldn't see, he couldn't hear, couldn't feel, he wasn't even aware of the position of his body, if you could call it that. He knew of his memories, nothing else was there, until...

A sharp intake of air lead to the feeling returning to his body. His hearing returned almost instantly, unfortunately it wasn't of much use. The area seemed to be devoid of life, with the exception of him. He felt that he was lying down, arm around his head in a partially curled position. Something was off, it wasn't that his energy was strangely restored, it was the way he felt. He was heavier than he remembered and he could feel a whole lot more than he remembered. Slowly, he opened his eyes and the first thing he noticed was... that his shirt and shorts were completely soaked...

"Awww man... what the heck happened to me?" He crawled to up to his knees before looking at the soaked portion of his clothes. He patted them down and a somewhat stupid attempt to dry them only to realize something... He had arms, more importantly, he had arms with flesh and skin on them. Granted they were pale grey, the color still did nothing to help the panic attack he was about to have...

"AAAAGH!"

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"W-What happened to me!" He screamed, completely lost on how to deal with this revelation.

"What's your name?" They gave him the creeps, but he masked it with a somewhat similar smile to his signature grin. He stared them in the eyes as they had him and replied...

Rushing through the double doors, he sped down a snow ridden path only to reach a unstable looking bridge...

"This place... it's so familiar... No way... It can't be..."