"There have been hundreds of Resets. We didn't have any after Gaster until Alphys had done something in her labs. That something ended up being Flowey. Flowey ended up with the ability to Reset after coming to life from a DT injection. I can't Reset because I have more than just Determination in my soul, I have a lot of traits in there that make it so my injected Determination is balanced out with the other traits. Flowey only having Determination allowed him the Reset ability."
"With the ability, Flowey had at first befriended everyone. Helped everyone in the Underground, got chummy with everyone, he was the most beloved monster in the entire mountain. This had been a fake though since he had no soul and was only a soulless flower that was covered in a monster's dust and filled with determination. He was limited in feelings but he had gotten bored with playing nice after about thirty or so Resets," Sans looked away as his anger bubbled but he kept going.
"He had done a lot of messed up stuff. He had killed monsters, kidnapped them, and even turned them against others. He even did it to me and you," Sans had tears brimming in his eyes at the last sentence and I honestly could barely believe what I just heard.
If not for the soul in my hand and just upset Sans was from it I would have backed up my 'friend'. The things the soul was showing me were... revolting. How Flowey had teased Sans about not finding me fast enough so I didn't die, Flowey... raping me and my brother, even going so far as to enslave us because he got a kick out of it. I didn't think anyone could have been worse than Gaster but... I was proven wrong. This was someone I had thought was my friend, someone I could trust and talk to. Now I will always remember all of his sins every time I see him and when this is over and Sans feels better I will talk to him. I will make sure he is aware of his sins and apologize at the least. I would rather kill him but that was not an acceptable thing to do and neither was beating him up.
"His last Reset happened hundreds of Resets before when he was too low on determination and well. You had lost it on him. He had gotten me that time and he was bored, he had done everything he could think of and when you nearly killed him he Reset. After him, Frisk was given the ability to Reset. Frisk had done the same thing as Flowey but not because they were bored. Some bad magic had gotten a hold on their soul and it had caused them to do things they really regret. It latched on to their negative emotions and intent and focused their Determination to act on them. When they found out I remembered the Resets they were devastated but the magic had latched onto their morbid curiosity making me their main target," Sans stopped and I truly could not blame him. The memories that were showing themselves were blinding and were like knives that pricked at me.
Both the human and Flowey killing off every monster in the Underground, them taunting Sans about my death, Sans emptiness and despair from having to relive hundreds of these. It was nauseating to think that Frisk of all people would do such a thing but I was once more deceived by them. The memories of Frisk once the taint took fully over made me want to kill them slowly and beg for their own death. How they had Tortured Sans, raping him, feeding him dust, carving into him, even humiliating him in front of the entire Underground. I couldn't believe someone could ever go so far, that someone could ever do something like this infected by magic or not.
I curled around Sans as I was drowned in memories. I didn't even realize my soul had gone to Sans' until it was too late, out souls touched making them share everything with each other. Every single memory we were remembering, thought we were thinking, feeling we were feeling, we knew it all and it was overwhelming!
Flowey moaned as Papyrus was pounded into by a thick vine. Sans thrashed and chewed into his own vines nearby, the sweet sap making him feel nauseous as he could do nothing but watch the cynical scene. His limbs wrapped tightly and his mouth gagged as he was stimulated. He knew he should submit, it would be so much easier to submit and get it over with but his blinding rage that someone was hurting Papyrus in such a way, his little star in the dark. He fought with all of his might until Papyrus was right in front of his face, dripping with a golden liquid and a debauched look in his eyes. His entire being was frozen as watched Papyrus loose himself to the sensations inflicted on him. He still whimpered and cried but his soul being trapped in my ribcage and the simulations that were done to his body had made him comply and Sans had never felt angry in his life. He wanted to blast the smug face right off that flower but his soul being pressed and restrained in his chest by more vines made it impossible. He wanted to fight more and more but he knew he would be next. Sans soon to was taken over by addicting pleasure.
Papyrus made dinner as he worried over his brother. Sans didn't want to spend as much time with him as he used to. He understood the Sans did have multiple jobs and got tired but he still thought about his tiny older brother. The noodles swirled in the pot as Papyrus mused on if Sans could possibly get any lazier...
Sans sat in the snow as he held his brother's dusty scarf. He felt so empty it was actually funny. He thought about how insane he must look as he giggled, clutching the scarf he only giggled more. The bubbly laughter only grew and grew as his despair and pain clouded his mind, tears streaming down his face as he laughed and sobbed and cried helplessly. Papyrus had died again and it was all his fault. Sans couldn't remember how many times it had happened and how many times he himself died soon after but he knew it was a lot. It was hilarious in the most fucked up way. It had happened over a hundred times but he still didn't stop it from happening, his light still died and he didn't do a thing. Sans cried and laughed for hours as his magic built up into a gasterblaster and once it had fully formed. It fired.
Papyrus knocked on Sans' door in the middle of the night. Papyrus had been asleep but had woken up from a gut feeling that was telling him to check on Sans. He was distressed to hear Sans quietly crying inside the room. He didn't know what to do. Should he go and comfort him or let him cry it out and leave him be. He knew Sans didn't want him to see him cry or be upset but he wanted to help. After he heard the crying stop he left and went to his own room, laying in his bed unable to sleep as he wondered what could have possibly upset his brother so badly.
Sans dodged the silver blade as he battled the human. He felt another chill go down his spine as they smiled their sick smile, their eyes filled with playfulness as they jumped and skirted past his attacks. How each attack made him feel more and more exhausted, the feeling of his magic being drained from several blasters and a maze of bones. Everyone was once again dead, every single monster was dust under his feet because this thing just wouldn't stay dead. Yet here he was, fighting with all he had in this hall and going through his usual script as he dodged the dusty knife and threw more of his magic at them. Why was he doing this again? Why waste time with playing their demonic game again? He didn't know but maybe so he could annoy them and- Sans was defeated. Sans felt as his body began to disintegrate painfully but there was a promise of peace at the end of it. He was surrounded by a welcomed dark only to wake up where he started.
Papyrus listened to Undyne as she explained how she helped Alphys out of her depression and anxiety. How Alphys would sleep a lot and barely take care of herself, how she was losing the will to live before she had met Undyne. He had thought how lazy Sans was and maybe there was something hurting his brother only to dismiss the idea. His brother was the strongest, nicest, and smartest person he knew, if Sans was in a jam he could get himself out of it and if he needed help he knew he could go to him for help. He knew Sans would.
Sans laid in the worn dog bed as he was supposed to. He knew if he got up he would get in trouble and if he got in trouble they would Reset and if they Reset Papyrus would also be their pet. Sans was not going to allow Papyrus to be stuck in such a situation, it was his own fault that he was here and Papyrus was dead after all. He felt pain lace his soul as it yearned for Papyrus to come and comfort it but knew Papyrus wasn't going to come, Papyrus was gone and he hoped it stayed that way if Papyrus would be treated this way. To be humiliated, broken, and violated. Sans curled into himself quickly as he heard the front door open to the house with the dreaded voice calling for him. He got up and crawled down the stairs, sitting at the feet of his breaker. They pet him and he wanted to vomit as he felt the dust on their hand cling to his skull, he barely caught what they told him as they made their way to the living room. Sans followed, his soul screaming to run, to escape, to just die right there.
Papyrus carried Sans home once again, his brother heavily intoxicated as he babbled how much he loved him and that Papyrus was the best thing to ever happen to him in his whole life. Papyrus himself preening under all of the praise, he always loved how highly Sans thought of him and even drunk spoke of him like a god, it was endearing and adorable how much they loved each other. Papyrus happily listening to Sans slur out how he was great and his star light. That was until Sans started to cry and apologize, Papyrus tried to comfort his now sobbing sibling but nothing he did seemed to help. Papyrus' soul sent comforting waves as he simply labeled the outburst as his brother being drunk. He simply continued to comfort Sans and got him some water then letting Sans sleep with him.
Sans sobbed as he heard Papyrus beg for him to save him in the next room. The human and the weed wanted to have their way with Papyrus and he knew if he went in there they would make Papyrus feel a thousand times worse. That did not stop the guilt that was eating away at him as Papyrus continued to cry out and scream, he could hear them laughing and bouncing ideas off each other on how they were going to hurt him next. I wanted to stop them more and more as they played with each idea, stretching Papyrus out until his bones popped out of their sockets, fucking him until he would even fuck Sans, seeing how much damage they could cause until he dusted, having him come in to hurt Papyrus himself, all of them making Papyrus beg for them to see how wrong this was only to be laughed at. His soul felt like it would shred itself to pieces because it was his fault Papyrus was in that room in the first place. If he just let them do what they wanted to him if he had just excepted his fate Papyrus would still be dead and being dead was sure as hell better than this.
Papyrus didn't know how Sans had done it but some how he had managed to get himself stuck in his blankets on his race car bed. He had been training with Undyne and when he came home he found this little goblin twisted in his sheets. He had helped them out of the tangle of cloth and bone but he made sure he laughed a lot before helping, that was what good brothers did after all right? Sans did not share his amusement however and had tears in his eyes as he pouted. I had scooped up my little goblin and cooed over him just like I knew he liked. I told him about his itty bitty hands, his big snowy eyes, how he was one of the most adorable things I'd ever seen with his pouty little lip. I then told him my surprise of finding a little bed goblin trapped in my room and asked them if they had seen Sans by any chance. I described my brothers smiling face and how he looked a lot like him, I was happy to see a small smile on Sans' face as I took him to the kitchen. I was confused by him promising that he'd make something up to me but let it be, it was just Sans being his weird little goblin self.
Sans laid blankly in his room in Snowdin. It was the middle of the night but he couldn't sleep, his arms covered in bright red as he dug his claws into the bone. The pain that blossomed from his actions were welcome as his mind was filled with thoughts that weighed on his soul. He deserved the pain and his mind reminding him how useless he was, how he was a failure, how he was a burden and a danger to his brother. He was selfish to think he should stay with him, he was only getting Papyrus killed, he had even gotten him tortured but he was still too selfish to let Papyrus go. Sans agreed with every statement, he should just go die and let the Reset go on without him, he would only hurt everyone around him if he didn't but the fact Papyrus might get hurt again anyways kept him there. It was hilarious, he thought, a smile and a chuckle bubbling out of him as he realized it didn't matter if he lived or died because they would just Reset again anyways. He was their favorite toy. His broken mind stewed up all of the possible ways they could break him this time and he just continued to giggle quietly to himself because he knew he deserved it, he wanted to pay for his sins and was willing to do anything to keep Papyrus safe. His soul heavy with guilt and self-hatred as he fell into a fitful slumber.
Papyrus cried as he listened to his brother one night. How he said he was worthless, unworthy of his love and affection, he was only burdening him with his own self. Papyrus had stormed into the room and told his brother how much he loved him and cared about him. He told Sans how he made him the Great Papyrus, that without Sans he wouldn't be so great. He heard Sans disagree but Papyrus insisted that Sans was what made him as great as he was, if he hadn't believed he was the Great Papyrus or wasn't there to remind him he would no longer be the Great Papyrus. He would be The Average Papyrus and that did not sound as cool as The Great Papyrus. Sans had snorted gracefully as he hugged Papyrus close, Papyrus could feel the love for him fill his brothers soul as they stayed up talking about his greatness. Papyrus was happy to help his brother and would never stand to hear his brother say such horrible things about himself.
