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Well, I'm back. It's also been a long time. So please settle down and enjoy th-
PRAISE THE SUN [/T]/ \[T]/ \[T\]
'Thoughts'
"Speech"
Ch. 1 -_-'
In the year 201X monsters escaped the underground with the help of Frisk. Things didn't go very well as another war started up only days after the escape. In a desperate attempt to stop the war Frisk reset, and started a genocide timeline.
Sans looked down the hall at the human teenager, the murderer. Maybe it would have been better if the teenager hadn't reset. Maybe everyone would still be alive… It was the same movements as the last time they'd fought, bones, blasters, bones, and some more blasters. He knew it was useless as each time he beat Frisk down she just loaded a save, and every time she loaded a save she dodged his attacks better. Soon, after 9001 tries Frisk got through the special attack.
Frisk watched as Chara dodged attacks and tried to hit Sans with her knife. As this happened Frisk thought about everything that had led up to this, the war, selling her soul to Chara, resetting, and starting this horrid route. Everyone she had killed, Toriel, Papyrus, Undyne, Mettaton, even that one froggit she killed in the ruins. Their last words still lingered in her mind. Turning her focus back on to the battle she saw Chara finish dodging the special move. At this point she knew the battle was over. Sans was tired and was about to fall asleep. At least after that there would be a swift end to the last survivors.
Sans was tired. So, he did what any sensible person would do, fall asleep on the spot. All of a sudden he heard a whoosh of something cutting through the air. He dodged, "did you think you could actually-". The knife came too fast and to strong. Sans knew that there was no way to dodge. The knife connected and there was silence. A bright light filled the room and there was a loud blast. Frisk was quickly jerked back into reality. After so long, Frisk felt something. The soft monster dust resting on her arms, the knife in her hands, and mostly the absence of Chara. It felt like a huge weight had been lifted off of her back, like she was finally free.
Interestingly enough the first thought that came to her mind wasn't to reset and start over, it was to finish what Chara started. Shaking her head to clear it of its thoughts she pressed the reset button.
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Frisk woke up on a bed of flowers with no memory of how she got there. Somehow though, this felt strangely nostalgic and very déjà vu-y. Ignoring the strong sense of déjà vu she looked around. It was a small clearing, bright yellow flowers, some old pillars, and the sun shining overhead through the hole. Deciding to venture onwards Frisk got up and dusted herself off. She had only walked a couple of steps before a flower popped up in front of her. This itself was strange enough, but what made the encounter even stranger was that the flower had a face. "Howdy! I'm Flowey the flower. Golly, you must be so confused." Frisk nodded her head. "Well, since no one else is around I guess little old me will have to do. Down here we share happiness through these… friendliness pellets." At this point Flowy had summoned a bunch of glowing little pellets in the air. Curiosity got to Frisk and she reached for one of the pellets. The moment she touched the pellet pain shot throughout her entire body. She fell to her knees and started spitting blood. "YOU IDIOT! IN THIS WORLD IT'S KILL OR BE KILLED!" Frisk just cowered on the ground as Flowey surrounded her with some more "friendliness pellets". A whooshing sound was heard and flowy was knocked into the air almost comically. Just a few meters away was a humanoid goat? Frisk rubbed her eyes. Either these were some really good drugs or this was actually happening. "Such a cruel monster, picking on poor defenseless things." Snapping back to reality, Frisk opened her mouth to protest but then stopped knowing that the monster could easily kill her if it wanted to. Sighing as she got up again with weak legs she followed goat mom to the big archway.
Sans looked around, everything was dark and black. The darkness flowed against him like liquid. A voice called out, " ." This, however was extremely garbled and in a language Sans couldn't understand. Sans just shrugged it off as something in his mind. Turning his attention back on to the endless dark that lay in front of him Sans sat down and planned his next course of action. Unfortunately sleep, like a drug slowly overcame him, like every single time he attempted to stop the kid prematurely. As if there were a cosmic being forcing him to not intervene until the very last minute. The last thing he saw before he drifted off was the dark like a blanket wrapping and flowing around him.
Sans's eye snapped open. He looked around the room with relief realizing that the kid had reset again. 'Maybe she won't be such a genocidal freak this time' he thought to himself as he threw the covers off and got up. It was this moment when he realized that he wasn't in his room and his hands and legs were very… fleshy. Despite at least appearing calm and collected when genocide was happening this caused him to visibly panic. 'What had happened? Where am I? And why the fuck was he a human?' these thoughts all raced through his heads a he ran around the room in a panicked frenzy trying to find some clues. After an hour or so of searching he got tired. The only thing that he had kept from the underground was his outfit. Deciding to explore the rest of the house he opened the door and slowly crept out.
It had taken Sans nearly six hours to search the entire house completely and he hadn't found anything useful or anything that might give him a lead on what he was doing here. Tired and exhausted Sans plopped down on the couch and turned the TV on. "Breaking news! Donald Trump has just becom-!" "If you want a clean shiny house use ho-!" "SHREK IS LOVE SHREK IS LI-!" flipping through the channels Sans never found anything interesting or useful. It seemed that human culture was filled with only "dank memes". Deciding to take a break from TV and eat he opened the fridge and peered inside. Inside were several ready to eat hot cats and dogs along with several bottles of mustard and ketchup. Strangely, in his human form chugging ketchup was revolting. Instead, he grabbed a bottle of mustard, opened it, and began chugging. The exact moment after Sans finished the bottle of mustard, his skin began flaking off. 'Uh oh…'
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