help i have fallen into undertale hell
i know this is rly short but i didn't have the dedication to make it long and yeah
i havent actually played the game (not much of a gamer, but i've been watching my brother play and i fell in love with the characters) so it may not be accurate. neither me nor my brother have actually had the heart to finish a genocide run so it may not be completely accurate.
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Sans stared down at Frisk. If skeletons could cry, he would. The kid always made it this far. This far, and they would break. Always make it to taking mercy. Sans wished desperately that he could stop himself, but he knew he couldn't. He had tried, but he didn't have the determination to change things between loops. If Frisk only went through, not killing anyone, then it would be okay. He had memories, from loops many times ago, when everything was right. But, now, Frisk had chosen a different path.
Frisk looked up at Sans, and took mercy. They broke down, crying and whimpering, afraid of what they'd become. This was the eighth time that this had happened.. Every time the reset was complete, all the way back to the beginning. Every time they had killed those that were once friends. Around the fifth attempt, another one of the good runs was done. Sans assumed it was to help them calm after a particularly bad fight, but it had just made the memories more fresh in Sans and Frisk's minds.
Sans stopped for a second, and then he became aware of the force moving his limbs, readying him to attack. Words are coming out of his mouth, as they have for a while now. He cannot change what is about to happen, certainly not now.
He struck down Frisk with no mercy, and steadied himself for the reset. He felt the now-familiar sensation of a reset being performed.
He follows behind Frisk, and just as they reach the gate, he approaches them.
" n." Sans begins, ready to recite his next lines.
Before he can, Frisk turns, and they are still crying from the last run. Or perhaps these tears are the same ones.
Frisk wipe a hand across their tear-stained cheek. "Sans. I'm sorry. You know, I know you do. You have to."
Sans feels the force again, whispering in his hears and opening his mouth for him. "'fraid i don't know what you're talking about, kiddo. are you okay?"
Frisk stares deep into Sans' empty eyeholes. Sans knows what he needs to do, and he pushes the force as far back as possible. He reaches a hand and touches Frisk's back.
The smooth fabric of their shirt and warmth of their body fills Sans with determination.
The force is gone, and Sans gently shuts his eyes. He bends down and raises a hand to Frisk's cheek. They are silent.
"yeah, it's alright. i know. i forgive you." Sans gently pats the head of a sobbing Frisk.
The pair remain for much too long. They are friends, and they are enemies, but they are in it together.