"Rise and shine Sansy~"

Sans groans, "lemme 'lone, Papyrus.."

He hears a laugh. "You idiot."

Frowning, Sans opens his eyes to see the manic smile of Chara, "...great."

"Welcome home! I have yet to redecorate, but I expect only fun times ahead... well for me at least." They say with a laugh.

"hahaha. yeah sounds great." Sans rolls back over in his bed.

They grab him by the arm, and pull him off the bed roughly.

"oof." Sans grunts, "that's a pretty rude awakening, kid."

"What's rude is ignoring someone who is talking to you." They say with a smirk.

"i'm not exactly in the mood to chat with you." Sans growls.

"Oh Sansy, you seem to not realize, it does not matter what you want."

"if you're hoping for me to give a fuck about you want, you're shit outta luck, pal." Sans pushes himself off of the floor.

"My my, what a filthy mouth~" Chara says as they kick Sans back to the ground. "Do we need the soap?"

Sans grits his teeth, "fuck off."

"Well, it seems we do~" Chara pulls out a length of rope from their inventory. "Look at this pretty rope I found while you slept. It is a lot easier to handle than your jacket, that's for sure." They kick him over onto his chest and grab at his arms.

Sans grabs their ankle and throws them off of his back, "not a chance in hell, kid."

"Oh, but this isn't hell, its much worse~" They say with a wicked grin, getting up off the floor.

"not a chance in Worse Than Hell either."

They push him over again, and make another attempt to tie his hands together. Sans kicks them sharply in the gut.

However, they shake it off quickly. "You would fight for yourself but not your brother huh?" The child says, snickering.

Sans's eyes blacken and he rolls over, grabbing their hair and slamming their head into the wall. They just continue to laugh, grabbing his hand that is in their hair, and twisting it until it snaps.

"gah!" Sans pulls back, gritting his teeth and glaring at them heatedly. "just cause i can't use my magic doesn't mean i'm gonna stop fightin'!"

"Unless you want more broken limbs, I suggest surrendering now. It is nothing new to you after all."

"i never surrendered to you!" Sans snaps, dodging a strike and hitting them over the head as they stumble past him, "and yeah - i'll probably give up after a bit. that's what i'm good at. but if you think i'm gonna quit that quick, you've got another thing coming, pal."

"Very well, but I hope you know, this is all part of the fun~" They say as they sweep their foot to knock him down.

Sans jumps, shoulders already trembling with fatigue, "you sure you don't wanna just RESET?"

"This is too much fun!" The child says in a delighted tone.

Sans huffs, finding himself back against the wall, "you really like dyin', huh?"

"Nah, the fun part is seeing you give up after trying so hard. The way the hope leaves your eyes, being replaced by despair." They snicker. "You are really pathetic."

Sans curls up his fists to hide the shaking, "you're a freak…"

"I think the word you are looking for is N!" Chara's eyes go black for a split second, and they crack up laughing at his fear.

Sans swears quietly under his breath, fists pressing back against the wall, "so if i give up then you'll RESET? fine. i give up. the end. so uh...you've won, how about we celebrate by starting over again, huh?"

Chara laughs. "Once you give up, I'll just continue to torture you. You will beg for mercy every hour of the rest of our lives." The child grins.

"you've got some real deep issues, kid…"

"So do you. You witnessed the genocide of your entire race, and did nothing except offer a small challenge at the end, after everyone was already dead."

"i didn't cause the genocide at least. i didn't murder my family and friends for fun…"

"Only true sickos watch it happen. If you weren't going to stop me, you could have at least helped me."

"right. obviously. no thanks."

The Child laughs. "Don't sound so eager."

"don't sound so psychopathic."

They shrug and aim a kick at his knee. Sans sidesteps, retaliating with a punch aimed at their gut. He probably should have actually paid attention at Undyne's training sessions. They block, twisting his arm until it snaps.

"GAH!" Sans collapses to his knees, holding the broken limb and shutting his eyes, breathing heavily through his teeth. "h-hff.." How is this not killing him? His H.P has only taken a hit of about 0.25.

"I see you checking your stats - you are probably wondering how you aren't dead. Well, I have done a bit of research, you see, and I discovered that intent is key when attacking. So long as I have no desire to really kill you, I can hurt you for much longer before you turn to dust."

Sans groans, opening his eyes to glare up at them, "you know you're the absolute worst, right?"

They giggle. "Yep,I know~" Chara says as they force him onto his chest once again, and this time successfully tying his wrists behind his back.

"gah! watch it!" He snaps at them, wincing at the sharp pain the binds bring to his broken arm.

"Ooohh, I am sorry, did that hurt?" They coo mockingly. "Here, let me help you up" they grab him roughly by his injured arm, and throw him against the wall. "Feel better?"

Sans grits his teeth to keep from crying out in pain, digging his heels into the floor and glaring up at them. 'sadistic little freak…'

"Oh, that reminds me, I have some unfinished business. You see, there are still monsters who escaped, and they are hiding. I need to go hunting~" They say, giggling. "Also, I am going to have to break your legs so you can't run away while I am gone."

Sans gives them a hateful grin, "sure thing, pal. c'mhere and get right to it." He sits back, kicking out and hitting them hard in the face with the heel of his foot. The sight of blood spattering from their nose and mouth is deeply satisfying.

They just grin in response, grabbing his arm and twisting it sharply. Sans swears at the pain, shaking his head to get himself through it before spitting at them. It's unnerving to see them smile through all that blood on their face (Frisk's face, where's Frisk what happened to Frisk?), and he's doing a poor job of masking how unsettled it makes him to see the body of his friend being hurt. They dodge his spit, giggling, and they sit on one of his legs, pinning it while they grab his other.

Sans fights as best he can, but the pain of his arm, coupled with being tied and still exhausted, makes his efforts pathetic. They bend his leg slowly, taking their time. It is a full minute of slowly increasing pain until his leg gives out and snaps. He figures it's fair enough to let himself scream - to hell with dignity by silence at this point. Broken limbs aren't exactly something that's easy to shrug off. He's sweating heavily by the time they've repeated the process with his other leg, leaving him completely crippled.

"Farewell for now Sansy, see you in a few~" They laugh as they leave the room.

He watches them go, shaking and breathing heavily in an effort to recover from the air lost through screaming. His eyes close and he rests his head back against the floor.

This...is going to be a lot more difficult than he thought.