I do not own undertale
Warning: blood, spoilers, death, genocide, and feels. Lots and lots of feels.
I am trash. You are trash. We are all trash.
Except Sans. He's not trash.
Asri-ahem- Flowey is the biggest trash of all.
Like, he's the definition of trash.
That's the only way I can describe Omega Flowey, anyway. Either that or photoshop gone horribly wrong XD
"Your gonna have a bad time."
At the time, Sans never imagined he would follow through with that threat.
He was too lazy-no… It wasn't laziness, it was something else.
Some may say hopelessness, some may say depression.
Sans preferred to call it laziness.
He knew he would always end up back at the start, no matter what he did. His memory would be gone, his effort wasted. What was the point of trying when it would just be reset?
His views began to change when he found out about Papyrus's death.
By the time he got there his brother was just a pile of dust. The sole attachment he had to this world, his only feeling of purpose, gone.
He tried to forget about it. Push it aside. It wasn't his problem, he couldn't fix anything. But for once in his life, he couldn't stand lying there. Doing nothing.
That dirty brother killer.
Sans pondered what he would do for a long time. Is he tried to stop them, what would happen? They would just reset, wouldn't they? Go back and try again.
He heard of their deaths. One after another after another. Everything grew quiet and dim, void of life.
It was when he walked into Grillby's to find it deserted he realized he couldn't watch anymore.
He couldn't afford not to care anymore.
He had to do something, anything.
He had to stop that dirty brother killer.
With that in mind he made his way to the hall to intercept them, stop them.
He was pretty sure he would die. He would fail. And the world would be reset.
But just as getting to the surface didn't appeal anymore, living didn't really appeal anymore either.
Eventually he stood there in the golden hall, the last obstacle. The last impediment to that dirty brother killer's path.
Even though he had made his mind up, he still couldn't give it his all. Still couldn't find the strength in him to put in all he had.
He had given up a long time ago. Why would that change now?
The fight was long. Eventually, finally, he was on his knees. Blood poured from a large gash in his chest, and covered his hands. It come through his throat and nose.
Sans didn't know whether to feel sad or happy.
It was over. He was done.
As he limped away, his life ebbing away, he thought of his brother. Would he see him again soon?
He had a funny feeling that he would.
Just a random oneshot I made in twenty minutes. I felt the urge to write about Sans. I find I really like making sad, short one shots. Lol XD please review, it means a lot to me and makes me feel I'm not wasting my time. Also, I'm planning on making a full time undertale fanfic! It would be after the true pacifist ending, and I may make it SansxFrisk. Maybe, probably not. Just due to the fact that one: how old is Frisk? Two: Sans is a skeleton. A freaking Skeleton. Lol