Memories in Genocide
SugaryCoffeeBean
Chapter 1: In the Corridor
Summary
Sans and Frisk meet in Judgement Hall for their pre-scheduled final boss fight
Notes:
The first chapter of first chapter based story! Woo! You can just fee my enthusiasm, can't you? Why do I love tormenting this game's characters so much?
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'i sat there staring into space, well now that i could see space again. it honestly didn't matter how many times the kid 'saved' us and brought us up here. i would never get tired of the real sky. i didn't know how long i had been there, and i couldn't find it in myself to care. all i knew is that i was there and i wasn't planning on moving anytime soon. my eyelights dimmed as i was about to close my sockets, i was ready for sleep to claim me. "SANS!" what i wouldn't give to hear that voice again. he was calling for me. part of me wanted to get up and run for him, drowning in his sincerity hugs, compelling me to spill my nonexistent guts about how i was feeling…but another part kept me from doing so. 'don't burden him. he won't understand. he'll become just. like. you.' i didn't bother answering. i didn't move...didn't need to. i knew he would find me...he always does. so i stayed, my small form lay sprawled out on the freshly fallen snow. i watched them as they drifted downwards, a snow poff starting to form beside me. each snowflake is unique. one of a kind. they all have something special about them, and yet. once they hit the ground they become unrecognizable. they all just bleed together to form a white slush. they are all special but...if they're all special...that means none of them are. are they? i heard snow crunching behind me. i knew who it was. i didn't look up. he said my name, voice full of concern. he asked if i was alright. a long time ago, i might have said yes. i didn't answer. he sat with me and looked up at the stars. we both looked. we both saw something different. he described a show, wishes dancing in a ballet, constellations, new life...but most of all, he said he saw everyone's hopes and dreams. just as bright as the sun itself. i wish i could've seen it too. all i saw was burning balls of gas waiting to give out and die once they fulfilled their purpose. i looked down. so did he. i knew he would see something different. he saw so many things that i couldn't...maybe if i hadn't been so lazy i could've saved…'
Sans shook his skull as he heard footsteps echoing off the walls. They became louder as the haze surrounding his skull settled. 'i'm getting too used to this' He thought. '…and frankly, i'm not sure if that's good or bad.'
They stepped into the hall, silent as always. Not a word. They wore the same expression they always wore, smile wide and malicious, but with one small difference. Their eyes. They were blank and hollow. They say the eyes are the window to one's soul. This was practically living proof that they didn't have one. It was like staring at a husk with no personality or life left inside...If they did still have a soul...only L.O.V.E lived inside it now.
Sans didn't bother with the usual speech he would normally give them. 'i'm tired. too tired to fight anymore. or just too lazy.'
"so uh, you decided to do this run again...huh kid?" He started, casting a glance to the side before looking up to meet their surprised face.
'i shouldn't be doing anything different…it's just giving them the incentive to try this more but i can't help it...i have to get this off my chest.'
"you know, when you used to take us to the surface, you always tried to get me to open up more…" Sans gave a sad smile as the memory washed over him, pulling at his soul. Their smile faltered a little…if only for a second.
"though I didn't think you meant it like this…heh" Sans internally cringed. 'great going Sans, perfect time for a pun about how they literally cut you open.'
They gave him a flat look, 'heh…i would've given me one too.' "sorry…I can't help it…you know, it's almost like second nature now." 'again with the shocked face. do i really say the same thing that often?'
"look, i know you gotta kill everyone to get to fight me like this but…why even bother? why don't you just leave us all alone? we'd be…" Sans caught himself, he was the only one besides Flowey that remembered the resets. "i'd be much happier without the threat of my entire existence being reset back to the same point in time over and over."
Their smile twitched, it looked painful and forced. "at least…' Sans sighed, finally letting his ever-present grin fall into a small frown. "papyrus…." The short monster gained enough courage to look them in the eye. "why…" he took a sharp breath as he gave them a genuinely pained look. "why do you always drag it out so long?"
Their jaw was practically on the floor how shocked they were to hear the skeleton say something completely different. Sans ignored it and continued to let his soul take over his speech. "is it to spite me? you know i watch you. is it so that i'll get more upset? so that i'll fight you harder? so that you can see how much more broken i can get?" He glared at them, his eyelights only narrow pinpricks in the empty voids of his sockets. Somehow this was almost, if not then just as intimidating as when there were no lights at all.
"he saw the good in everyone." He looked up to see their face.
"he saw good in you..." They hung their head.
"i'm giving you a chance." They shifted their weight from one leg to the other.
"i'm trying to look through his eyes...trying to find what he saw in you. What made you worth his self-sacrifice?" Their hand clenched around their knife.
"i bet you don't have an answer..." They grit their teeth.
"...and if you do, i bet it isn't a nice one." They squeezed their eyes shut.
"but kid, if you take another step forward...buddy, you are really not going to like what happens next." They hesitated, Sans almost had hope, but they stepped forward anyway. It almost looked like they didn't want to bother fighting this time. "...i'm sorry Papyrus, guess i wasn't meant to be like you…it's a beautiful day outside...birds are singing, flowers are blooming...on days like this, nightmares like you...should be burning in hell."
Notes:
Wow...that felt like a lot more words than it looks. Hmm...still new at this I see. I'll try to get at least 1000 words in the next chapter. (Here's to hoping I don't eat my words and choke on that promise)
