The first and only thing you see is blackness.
Your face is wet, and when you reach up to touch it, a slick, slightly sticky material covers your fingers. Sniffing, you try reach whatever is covering your eyes. Your hand grazes a soft, damp material tied tightly around your head. The texture is familiar…
Arms shaking, you push yourself to your seat and run your hands down your shirt, quickly confirming what you had already suspected. There's a large strip of your sweater that's been ripped off from the hem. And it's currently covering your...eyes…
You choke in a gasp and put your palms over them. Your eyes...your eyes your eyes your eyes-
"i wouldn't do that if I were you, kid." Sans's voice comes suddenly from your left and you jump to the side, screaming as you feel your feet leave solid ground. A bony hand grabs the front of your shirt and jerks you forward before you can fall into the pit of lava behind you. "whoa, take it easy. killin' yourself is against the rules."
"S-Sa..S-San..wh-why..?!" You choke out, falling forward so your hands hit the hard-packed dirt. At least when you're on the ground, you can't just stumble off a cliff into magma.
"'cause if yah RELOAD too fast then we don't get to play at all, pal. and that'd be a bummer."
"N-no! Wh…" Frustrated, you sit up on your knees and use your hands, 'Why did you blind me?!'
"cause kids always cheat. and i'm a sore enough loser when i lose fairly."
'I don't understand what you're talking about!'
"shh shh…" Sans says smoothly, picking you up under the arms and sitting you down on a rock, "listen...we're friends, right?"
"Y-" No. Wait. He'd just blinded you he'd taken that knife and he'd..he'd-!
His bony hand wraps around yours, and you're quick to move your other hand to grasp it as well, desperate for a gesture of comfort in your state of panic, "Y-y-yes."
"right. and best pals like us play games, right? i haven't had a chance to play with a friend in a while."
Your shoulders draw in, feeling guilty at the loneliness in his tone of voice. You duck your head, curling your toes in. Of course.
'But..' You reluctantly pull your hands away, '..why did you have to hurt me?'
"heh." You can hear the grin in Sans's voice. " 'cause it's fun, kid."
Your heart stops for a moment at his tone, and you lean away, only to have the collar of your shirt grabbed, jerking your head back forward. You give a startled gasp, not at all liking the new level of terror added by being unable to see anything happening around you.
"besides," Sans continues, "you deserve it, Frisk."
This is the first time he's used your name. Your brow lifts and your lips part a little in shock. He must be really serious, then, if he isn't using a nickname. And you...you suppose that..you do deserve it, after what you did.
But he's killed you dozens if not hundreds of times, how is..do you really deserve this much pain for only killing him once-
"what kind of horrible, back-stabbing, dirty liar kills their best friend, huh? after telling me over and over that all you wanted was to get along-"
"N-no!" You blurt, not wanting to hear anymore, 'You're right. You're right, I know I deserve it. I'm sorry.'
There's silence for a while, and when Sans does speak again, his tone of voice makes you cower in place.
"that's really sweet, kid, but uh…" His hand moves up from the collar of shirt to around your neck, easily shutting off your air supply with the pressure of his grip, "don't interrupt me. got it?"
Giving a small whimper of terror, you nod, hands wrapping around the wrist that's choking you. Not to pull it away, but to grip it in as a sincere of a repentant gesture as possible. You didn't mean it. You just couldn't stand being reminded about how horrible you are, and...how...much of a...liar…
You cough and try to gasp in air, giving another whimper as you feel your head growing light and your chest convulsing. At what seems like the very last second, he drops you. You collapse to the ground, coughing and taking in large gulps of air. Keeping your head bowed, you slowly shift to your knees. 'I'm sorry'. Your hands drop back to your lap afterward.
"heh." Sans ruffles your hair, and you let out a sigh of relief at the gentle, playful touch. "it's alright, kiddo. i forgive yah."
Hesitantly, you tilt your head up, although it's pointless to do so, 'What's the game?'
"oh you're gonna love it, pal. i thought it up just for you."
You give a hesitant smile, 'What's it called?'
"Let's call it REDEMPTION."
Your smile fades immediately, and you cower lower to the ground.
You don't like that name at all.
