Hey this is my first Undertale fic. It's supposed to be sort of loopy? That's what I aimed for at least. Anyway it's shot from Sans' perspective. There's not really any talking done just references to things. Enjoy, and I don't own anything.

It should have been sudden shouldn't it have? Not the slow, gradual feeling of reoccurring facts. At first it was just waking up where he was sure he hadn't fallen asleep. He would fall effortlessly into a routine, and he hated how long it took to figure out that everybody's'...

Dialog was repeating. Word for word unless he strayed off the routine. Why would he?

A kid started coming out of the ruins. They laughed at his jokes. They came out of the ruins. They laughed at his jokes. They came out of the ruins. They were friends with papyrus. They came out of the ruins. It was dusty.

It repeated. Paps snowman was always cool.

His jokes were repeated periodically. Were they still funny? Were they new?

He was out of his element.

The door lady cried. Was she there? It was dusty in the ruins.

They repeated. Papyrus always said the same things.

He was tired.

Who was he to judge? New things were nice. Who didn't like new things? He got a new scarf. It was nice. It reminded him of someone. Was that new?

Promises were tiring.

He had a job. It was boring. Maybe leaving the path would bear new fruit. The kid liked doing it. Papyrus trusted them so why couldn't he?

He wrote things down. Everybody thought he was insane and his room was full of drawings and writings that never went away nothing ever went away the papers were new when did he write that did he write that?

Papyrus was worried. He was a bad monster papyrus should never be worried.

The papers had to be moved, papyrus couldn't worry next time it wasn't right. But it was new.

Knives hurt, though bones probably did too. He had never tried.

The kid was his friend. They laughed and they were papyrus' friend. They came from the ruins and ruins are dusty aren't they?

His room was missing something but he couldn't possibly remember what. It was less messy. Weren't there papers there? No papyrus said there had never been and papyrus never lied.

The kid had stopped laughing. He was out of jokes. Nobody else thought so.

He looked at waterfall and his reflection was wrong there wasn't a scarf didn't he have a scarf? No he wasn't supposed to have one. There were papers under a bench. He wasn't ready for the responsibility.

He built snowmen with papyrus and papyrus was so cool. But he wasn't new.

That's what we call the sun but you've seen it before we all have and it's not new it's been there forever and so have we.

He asks alphys. She knows what's going on and she says she can try to fix it but hasn't she said that before?

He woke up.

The kid was his friend. Yet his killer. What did it matter? He was their killer and it was all the same.

Nobody he told remembered. Not growing up was hard. It was hard and nobody understood.

The flower remembered but it was a killer. The kid remembered and sometimes they were a killer. He remembered...

Didn't red look beautiful on white?