Okay, so here's a thought I had:

This is my 10th chapter (hooray!), so I should OBVIOUSLY do something special to celebrate (oh, and thanks for your support - I REALLY appreciate it!) ... You know, SANSATIONAL, even (*wink, wink*).

And since nothing (exciting) is really happening in the RUINS with our protagonists, maybe I should do something else and write a chapter from Sans' perspective, just to see what he's up to. And depending on your support for this idea, I'm thinking of making every 10th (approximately) chapter a Sans-chapter.

Heh. I guess you didn't see this one coming. And by "this" I mean Sans. Not ... yet, at least.

I ... I think that was all. Enjoy the chapter, hope you like it.

The narrator is (obviously) Sans.

... I wake up.

I can feel the panic and anger flow through me as i open my eyes in shock. I can feel the left socket burning, and I can see that everything around me is coated in a blue light. It's blending with the natural light coming from outside through the windows.

I try to lie still for a moment, until I'm calmer. But I quickly give up and I sit up from my supine position on the couch, and force myself to stretch. But my eye is pumping and my nerves are still a wreck.

I lift my hand to rub my eyes (slightly surprised that I even have eyes to rub and hands to rub with).

Images flicker before my eyes as soon as I close them.

Golden floors.

Light coming from tall windows.

A blue and pink sweater.

A heart-shaped locket.

Dust.

A knife. More dust.

Blue light. Familiar music.

Pain.

It was another bad one.

When will it be enough?

When will they get bored of this?

I can feel the familiar feeling of depression settling in me.

I sigh deeply as I remove my hands from my face and attempt to straighten up a bit. I'm unsuccesful. I'm slowly getting more calm as my anger is swapped with staggering fatigue. I am tempted to just go back to sleep. Pretend I am not going to start all over again. The blue light is no longer burning, and I'm sitting in almost total darkness. The only source of light is now the window behind me.

Thanks to my inconvenient sleeping pattern I'm always sleeping into new timelines. It feels like fucking Ground Hog Day. The same couple of days over and over. And over ...

Maybe you can't understand how this feels.

No, you can't understand how this feels.

… But that's alright – nobody deserves to experience what I'm going through.

… Knowing that one day, without any warning... it's all going to be reset.

I rub my eyes again. I'm gonna forget what happened in the last timeline in a couple of minutes. It's already disappearing from my memory, and I can't do anything about it. Because I sleep into new timelines, I'm remembering them for a short time before forgetting them. They act like dreams.

I consider writing down what kind of timeline the last one was, before I'll forget … But then again ... Will I really want to know that later? I decide it wouldn't make anything better. It's not like it's gonna change anything, anyways.

Well, at least the kid rarely commits two genocides in a row, so this timeline should be relatively safe, then. But even if it's not gonna be the end of me, maybe it'll be the end of others. You can never be sure.

I feel the depression running down my spine.

I slowly straighten up. Even if I wanted to, I wouldn't be able to sleep any more now. Time hasn't stopped, it's ticking and the timeline's rolling. Also, Papyrus will burst into the house in just a moment and scold me about being a pile of damn lazybones, before literally picking me up and carrying me all the way to my sentry station.

I yawn and stand up. Better get going. I stretch and take a step forward. But instead of setting down my foot on the piece of floor right before me, I'm taking a step into my room upstairs. Shortcuts are like a gift from above if you're as lazy as I am.

I grab my hoodie from the floor where I left it, and step into another shortcut, leading back into the living room. It leaves me closer to the the TV than I was before I left, which was on purpose, because that's also where the light switch is. I fling my hoodie over my T-shirt, and take a step towards the light switch, before …

SLAM!

The door slams open, and through the door stamps no other than Papyrus himself. He's looking furious in a way only Paps can. And … that isn't very furious-looking at all. No matter how hard he tries, he'll forever look like someone who's about to hug the entire world.

I can't help a smile as I see him, my bad mood from before getting noticeably soothed by his presence alone. A little part of me is also a little surprised to see him. I've already forgotten why.

"SANS, YOU LAZYBONES! ..."

"hi, bro" He doesn't really hear me, and he continues:

"WHY ARE YOU NOT AT YOUR SENTRY STATION?"

"i dunno"

"WHAT IF A HUMAN COMES, AND YOU ARE NOT THERE TO CAPTURE THEM? ..."

"hey ..." My hand is on the light-switch, ready to flip it.

"THEN I WOULD … SANS, ARE YOU EVEN LISTENING?"

I flip the switch, and as the lights flicker on, I say:

"lighten up, paps. i'm ..."

Papyrus facepalms. I can't not grin at that.

"SANS, THIS IS NOT THE TIME FOR PUNS!" He looks defeated.

"when's it time for puns then, i punder?"

Papyrus seriously looks like he considers whether or not it was a good idea to even come to the house to pick me up in the first place.

He rests his forehead on his fingertips and breathes heavily.

"SANS, IF YOU WEREN'T MY BELOVED BROTHER, I WOULD NOT HAVE FORGIVEN YOU FOR THAT ONE." He says in the lowest voice he can manage.

"come on, paps! aren't my puns humerus?"

"SANS!"

Yes, Sans remembers timelines ... Kinda.

Yes, I can do puns ... Kinda.

I hope you liked the chapter, please tell me if you did.

- Amisia out!