It had been done over and over again, the Genocide route. Neutral, Pacifist, Genocide, and repeat. That was the way frisk worked. Yet, in every Genocide route she looked different, she looked like a stranger. In every Pacifist Sans cared less, and she was more concerned.
In every Neutral she looked normal. She never spoke of resetting, it just happened one day. Sans often wouldn't get up out of bed and bother on the pacifist run, sometimes it just resumed at the end-the barrier was broken, and they were staring at the sunset.
But Sans never spoke. When they saw the sunset, he just stared at it, knowing that at any time it would reset, and he'd watch them all die-again. He hated it, it was like a living nightmare. He hated watching them all die. He knew who was doing it-Frisk-and her boss. Player.
While he could understand listening to her bosses orders, he would've thought she'd known it was wrong to do that to him, making him watch everything he knew he couldn't stop and be aware of it happening.
So, When Frisk asked Sans what was wrong Sans just turned away from her, and trudged off to the place he knew he'd only visit with Frisk once and that would be when this all ended.
The Echo Flower Cliff.
"What's wrong with Sans Papyrus?" Frisk asked, her voice showing a small amount of curiosity and more concern. "I DO NOT KNOW, HUMAN. HE HAS STARTED TO BECOME LAZIER THAN EVER, AND I DID NOT THINK THAT COULD BE POSSIBLE." Papyrus said.
"The resets..." A voice whispered in her ears. "Thanks Pap. I'm going to try to find out." She said, ignoring the small voice. What was happening with them? Her button seemed to be glowing and randomly appearing before she went to sleep-it was like it was resetting without her knowing.
It was like she was stuck in this timeline while the real timeline continued. Maybe Sans knew what was happening? She needed to ask him. Player shouldn't do this, she knew that.
Sans and her had been friends for years now, well, in this timeline anyway. They knew practically everything about each other, except for anything physically. Frisk didn't know where his weak spot was, or where he was sensitive, or anything like that, and he knew nothing like that about her.
Sans sighed and made his way past the barrier again-it had lost its adrenaline now. He used to be so happy passing through the barrier, now it was nothing but a casual action.
He and Frisk had known each other for years in this timeline-the real timeline-and he thought she might've started to pick up on something and get rid of the reset button in some way. But no, she still kept it-probably in hopes of turning around at any time.
He didn't like that. Not talking to her was all he could do, and besides, he'd muted his voice in this route, and only spoke in the genocide, and that was for the dialogue he knew so very well.
'it's a beautiful day outside..' 'birds are singing…flowers are blooming…'
He hated to say it, but it was all for the sake of the others. Frisk's resetting was his worst nightmare, he hated reliving the same things over and over and over again until Frisk got bored and tried a different route.
Sans knew what was going on with the timelines-sort of. Frisk was in this one, and his guess was this was the main one, and smaller ones were spawning off of this one. Smaller, but so much more painful routes. He knew frisk would never do this-but then who would? Player wouldn't, this one had never even touched a knife.
Then who?