A really short thing going on in Sans's head through the genocide route. This is, again, reaaallly short and done mostly because I'm sh*t at drawing and wanted to make an Undertale thing.
Angsty Sans. Genocide route. Hurt. Pain. Depressed sans (?). Eh.
So here you go. Feel the pain and angst. Undertale belongs to the genius that is Toby fox.
"Papyrus…?"
It hurt. More than the wound. It hurt.
He smiled, his arms outstretched, reaching for me. And I reached for him too, smiling, as warmth slowly started to replace the cold fear and anger I felt, ebbing from my fingertips.
"C'mon brother… just a little bit more…."
"B-but I failed…" I doubted he could hear me. My throat felt dry despite the blood rising through it. I could barely get a word out.
"I f-failed you…" Still, I struggled. I couldn't let this happen, but he was so close, just waiting for me. "I couldn't… they shouldn't….h-have…"
"It's alright, Sans. I just want you to know I'm proud of you."
I would've choked, if that wasn't already what I was doing. I could feel more of myself slipping away.
I tried to ignore the blurry grey at the edge of my vision and reached for him, knees dragging on the floor. "Papyrus… I'm s-sorry…"
"It'll be alright, Sans. Just let go. You did what you could, and I'm proud of you."
"I don't w-want you… to d-die again…." I was desperate. What for, exactly, I didn't know. Everything had been centered on tiring out that human for so long, but they never reset. They never gave up. They might reset after this, but who's to say they won't kill Papyrus again? Or go down this path again? Or ever stop resetting?!
"Pap…." I was done for. That was it. I had to accept this. I could only hope….
Heh. What good is hoping when there's nothing to hope for?
I could just… let go. And, in the meantime, cling to something else. Something I've lost time and time again. At least now, we're both lost.
I reached, but my hands touched nothing. And I was nothing.
Heh. In the end, this really all leads up to nothing, doesn't it?
Told ya it was short.
~Nixh