Again

Author's note: My first story! A quick one shot showing Sans's frustration. Uh... yeah. Leave a comment. Thanks.

"You know, I was secretly hoping we could've been friends before this…" He muttered through gritted teeth as they stared each other down. His hand fell. So did the human soul of which he was currently controlling. It slammed into the wall, and immediately jumped up as a wave of bones crashed through the ground, missing the bottom of the blue heart by a millimeter.

Sans glared at the evil, and yet mischievous grin that stared at him from across the temple. He was getting tired. They both were. But as long as he could still stand, he would fight. Pity, Sans reflected. Perhaps if I had fought before, I could have saved… him. A memory bubbled up, sharp and vivid of Papyrus, cooking spaghetti. Sans stumbled for a brief second, and Chara saw it's chance to strike. It leaped forward, a sharp grin on it's face. Chara's eyes gleamed red as it saw it's chance to end this and achieve it's goal.

Sans snapped out of his stupor. Quickly dodging to the side, causing Chara to positively growl in frustration, he countered with a few gaster blasters. Chara whipped around, dodging efficiently. Begrudgingly, Sans admired it's footwork. But eventually, it slipped up. A quick dodge right instead of a left led to a gaster blaster making full contact with Chara's face. A quick BOOM later, and all that was left was a smoking pile of ash.

Sans laughed bitterly, thinking of the irony. Even though it was a human, it still became dust when it died. The strangest things seemed to amuse him after Papyrus…

Sans shook his head. No time for that. He had to foc- a sudden jolt startled him out of his thoughts. The world began to blur and whirl around him as he stood there, hands in his jacket. "Here we go again." He muttered. It never ended. The world became sickening to look at and made him nauseated. He closed his eyes…

Only to open them a moment later, standing a little to the left. Sans let out a sigh. 3… 2… 1… now. Right on cue, Chara walked up to him with an evil snarl on it's face.

"Let's just get to the point." He spat. And it began again. And again. And it would keep going until the child that time itself was subject to either got bored and reset, or decided to load it's save once again, improving each time. Eventually, eventually, it would win. No matter what he did, it would come back. Come back to kill him with that ghastly knife. Come back and stare at him with those blood red eyes with dust all over it's sleeves and hands, grinning maniacally. It would finally kill him. The world would fall, and it would be his fault. And then, it would all happen again. And again. And again.