Howdy! This chapter's a bit of a mixed bag. It's got some happy bits and some not-so-great ones, but I think you dear readers have probably gotten used to this by now in this story heheh. I hope you like it!

So last chapter we got to see a more intimate side of Sans and Frisk. I found a great image on tumblr by 'zeefsterart' of Sans in the style of another artist called 'siins'. (except my idea of Sans doesn't have eyebrows)

It can be found here: zeefsterart. tumblr (.com)/ po st/ 134427685408/ siins-sans-is-a-gigantic-teddy-bear-1010-would

^Just make sure you take the .com out of the brackets and smooth out the spaces. Why must FF be so silly?^

As I mentioned way back in Chapter 1 I imagine Sans as being proportionate to an adult human (a bit less than 6ft). He'd also pretty wide and even more so with his hoodie so he seems bigger than he actually is. Hope that clears some things up!

WARNING: Thoughts of suicide in this chapter.

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WHATEVER CAN HAPPEN WILL

CHAPTER 13- UNDERSWAP PT.3 - COOKING WITH A KILLER SKELETON

{{{{{The room came into view slowly and in pieces. First the shadow, then the bands of golden light that cut the blackness like a knife and illuminated the right side of his body in high contrast. The marble floor polished to a shine beneath his slippered feet. Tiny motes of dust that swirled between the dark stone pillars that reached up to infinity overhead. From beyond the gothic-styled stained-glass windows Sans could hear the sounds of birds singing, he could smell flowers blooming.

The child stepped out of the abyss of shadow cast by one of the pillars where they had stood all along, simply waiting for the rest of the world to appear and give them context. Sans felt cold rage stirring in his rib cage as they hefted the blood-spattered knife in their hand, flipping it carelessly in the air and catching it again. Their wide smile glittered white in the dazzling light yet their eyes remained like daubs of black shadow.

In a blaze of blue fire Sans felt his magic come to life in his left eyesocket, burning with Judgement.

"lets just get this over with." He said simply and without warning exploded into action. The skeleton sent everything he could at the child in that first moment of the fight, firing alternating waves of bones, blasters and blue magic in one last desperate attempt to stop them. He had finally come to realize this abomination wouldn't just give up, wouldn't just RESET this timeline. He would never see his brother again.

Unless he could turn them back.

True fear crept into Sans' soul as the child landed lithely on the ground completely unscathed after his onslaught. The sickly crimson of their soul throbbed over the center of their chest, illuminating their face from below in its murderous glow.

He had to make them RESET.

The child lunged at him then and he warped through the one of the many shortcuts that riddled the space here. They were the reason he'd chosen this specific room to stand against her.

No surprise touched the child's face as they passed through the space he'd just occupied and quickly transitioned into evasive maneuvers as he tried to trip them up with a stream of bones that carved through the pristine floor and left ragged gouges behind them.

They'd both done this too many times to count. Would this be the time when he finally failed? Fear chilled his bones.

The dance continued.

Sans thought of his friends as the fight dragged on, calling upon their memories to bolster his flagging strength. He slammed the child into the walls and floor and pillars with everything he had, his grin quirking upwards vengefully whenever he could cut her with one of his attacks.

But it wouldn't be enough. Not this time. Despair coiled around his spine as he realized that he'd become predictable.

He offered them mercy. They denied, the clever child.

Sweating profusely, Sans tried his best not to slouch as the fight eventually settled into a lull. At least the freak was panting heavily as well, he thought numbly.

"if you can survive this, then i'll show you my special attack." Sans grinned viciously as he gathered the final dregs of his magic. His fingers and toes felt distant and when he rubbed his fingers together in his pockets he was terrified to discover they were melting.

He had to finish this. Now.

A blue inferno incinerated all conscious thought as he focused everything he had on killing the child. He wouldn't be the weak link in the chain of Sans' to break! Not him! He'd suffered too much to receive that final indignity.

His hand was a blur as he slammed the child into waiting phalanxes of bone and made them fall towards him through a gauntlet of death that put his brother's trap-gauntlet to absolute shame. He blipped through space to follow the child as they twisted and bent in the air, avoiding everything.

Screaming from the exertion, Sans summoned more blasters than he'd ever dared before. He sent them spinning in a roulette of hyperdeath that forced the child into a tight spiral, scrambling just ahead of the deadly beams which caught the back of their legs more often than not.

His magic ran out in an agonizing jolt that shook him from crown to coccyx and it was only through sheer determination that he didn't disintegrate into dust right then and there. The pain of existing was excruciating. But he had to win. He had to.

The smile on the child's face was exultant as they watched him with eyes gone wide. She'd never survived that last attack before. The bright light streaming through the windows was painful on Sans' eyesockets as he struggled to initiate his next turn.

His last attack, if you could even call it that, was pure desperation. He just stood there, willing to wait until the end of time if he had to. They would RESET. He was going to see his brother again.

But he was so, so tired.

Alarms rang in Sans' skull as his vision dimmed. The child was staring at him with an expression of rapture, the shadow of their eyes replaced with a luminous red as they anticipated their victory.

Wake up, Sans!

Distantly aware that he was about to die, Sans couldn't stop his consciousness from flickering out.

Wake up!

He heard a voice distantly but couldn't recognize it. He wanted to wake up, he really did. He could feel the child inching towards him carefully, knife raised.

Sans!

His pupils lit up just in time to see the knife descending. Space-time twisted around him abruptly as he dodged on instinct. He dodged at the very last second, he was-

He didn't expect the second strike.

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Sans shot bolt-upright in bed with a strangled shout. Something was holding onto his shoulders and without thinking he struck out to knock the weight away from him. The back of his hand connected solidly with whatever it was and it released him.

Suddenly off-balance, he tumbled to the floor in a pile.

Feeling trapped, he quickly scrambled towards the furthest wall and pressed his back to it before coiling up in a fetal position. His whole body was shaking and it was only belatedly that he realized that it was because he was sobbing uncontrollably.

"S-Sans?" A quiet voice came from the direction of the bed.

Slowly, slowly, Sans uncurled himself enough to look towards the source of the familiar voice.

frisk.

The girl was on her hands and knees on the mattress, pressing one palm to her cheek which seemed very pink and was starting to puff up like she'd been hit. There were tears in her eyes as she stared down at him with an expression that was a quagmire of worry, shame, pain and fear. A wave of embarrassment rolled over him.

Something in the room was illuminating everything in a harsh, electric blue that was making shadows dance like there was something hiding in them. It was only when Sans felt the searing pain on the inside of his skull that he realized it was the light of his own magic burning in response to the perceived threat.

it was a dream.

just a dream.

Taking deep, shuddering breaths Sans slowly clamped down on his racing emotions and pushed them down into his subconscious where they belonged. The process took a few minutes but eventually the blue light dimmed to nothing. Neither of them moved an inch towards the other.

"I'm... gonna turn the light on, okay?" Frisk said and Sans nodded meekly in response but then he realized that she couldn't see him in the darkness and he gave a weak, affirmative grunt. He listened as her soft footsteps padded across the carpet and she clicked on the flashlight-lamp. In the low light Sans could clearly see the angry bruise spreading on her left cheek.

"did i do that?" Sans asked quietly, his pupils fixated on the red-purple splotch. Frisk's hand shot up to cover the bruise and she turned her face away.

"It's- It's okay. You didn't mean it. You were having a nightmare." Frisk whispered, eyes staring into the middle-distance.

Sans felt shame flood his system as he forced himself to sit up against the wall and organize his limbs beneath him. He felt like he'd just run a mile.

"is'not okay. i hit you." Sans carefully pushed himself to standing using the wall as a support. As he approached Frisk he discovered he'd lost one of his slippers at some point. His hand reached out to her, hesitated, dropped. Her eyes were so wide and beautiful and sad. Sans wanted to throw himself out the window.

Frisk shook her head and gave him a sad smile despite her puffy cheek. "Everything's so messed up." Fresh tears pooled in the corners of her eyes. "I'd forgotten how much the nightmares bothered you at first. Should've been more careful... but I probably deserved this, huh?"

Sans' eyesockets blinked in confusion. How was this her fault? He was the one who'd hit her. Or was she referring to the nightmare? That had been Chara, not Frisk who'd killed him so long ago.

As if following his line of thought, Frisk's eyes met his. "If it makes any difference, watching Chara kill you gave me the strength to take control again. I RESET the second you fell." Her painful smile widened by a degree.

Sans had never known that.

"i... need to get some air. will you be okay here?" Sans couldn't bring his voice above a whisper. He'd never been a claustrophobic monster, but right now the walls of his room (not his room, he remembered) seemed to be closing in at an alarming rate.

Frisk nodded and used the hand which wasn't covering her cheek to touch his sleeve. Her smile only faltered a little when he flinched without meaning to.

"Yeah. I think I'll get some air too. Call me if you need me?" Frisk picked her cellphone up off the dresser top and texted him her number.

Sans felt his own phone vibrate and he nodded, unable to speak.

With a quiet click the bedroom door closed behind him as he stepped out onto the upstairs landing of (not) his house. He tried not to wake the Papyrus snoozing spread-eagled on the couch but as he moved to open the front door he thought he could feel his alternate brother's gaze on him. Maybe it was just his imagination.

The slight dimming of the Underground's magical "sky" told him it was "night" as Sans stepped outside. Nobody was around at this hour and Sans took the moment of solitude to press his palms into his eyesockets to alleviate some of the built-up pressure there. It didn't help much. The memories of the night before with Frisk danced in his mind's eye: The tingling sensation of their kisses and the pleased smile on her lips as she'd showed him some of the ways she knew to pleasure him. It was all tainted now. He'd ruined it.

Why had he ever thought they could be together? He didn't deserve her love, or anyone's. He'd failed everyone time and time again. Eventually he'd make a mistake and Gaster would get the last soul he needed to break the Barrier and send everything and everyone into the void with him.

There was still one last thing that niggled at him, though. It was the thought that Frisk had RESET after beating him that somehow kept his hope alive as it threatened to extinguish forever. There had never been a timeline where Chara had actually won. Despite all the heartbreak and suffering he'd personally gone through, in a funny way it was his friendship with Frisk that had ultimately triumphed over Chara. The good times had against all odds prevailed against everything else.

Monsterkind had made it to the Surface, but Chara never had.

As Sans walked off into the dim flurry towards Waterfall he was feeling just a little bit better.

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The caverns in this universe were exactly like the ones Sans was used to, before Frisk had started muddling everything up with Gaster's help. He nodded to a passing Temmie as he meandered through the room with all the glowing mushrooms and reflected on how the unassuming and bizarre Temmies apparently existed outside the normal constraints of timelines and universes.

Then again, no one could actually recall when they'd appeared in the Underground. One day they'd just sort of... been there. Nobody had ever questioned it because who else were you supposed to sell your useless junk to? Maybe they'd already been living here before monsterkind had ever set foot in the Underground.

By the time Sans reached Hotland his negative emotions had abated to a tolerable level. The memory of the nightmare and his guilt at hurting Frisk still clung to him like old spiderwebs, but he could manage it. He'd find a way to go on, even knowing that his brother was gone forever.

Maybe, if they ever defeated Gaster he could join his brother again.

Sans recognized the suicidal thought for what it was but it too was something he could manage. He shrugged deeper into his hoodie as the hulking, white form of Al- (wait, no)Undyne's Lab appeared in the distance through the super-heated air, the wavy heat making the massive white dome appear to shiver at his approach.

Getting closer, Sans could hear voices and music coming from the lab, and he could feel a deep, wubbing baseline through the soles of his feet. He'd borrowed a pair of Alternate Sans' blue battle-boots rather than spend any more awkward time with Frisk in search of his missing slipper but now he was regretting it, since they looked ridiculous in contrast to his regular attire.

Suddenly, there was a sound like rustling leaves from over Sans' shoulder that made him spin around in alarm.

But the plateau was empty.

huh.

Sans had been about to go investigate when the front door of the Lab slammed open, making him jump nearly out of his borrowed boots.

"SANS! You're late!" Muscular-Alphys roared at him from the doorway and in one fluid motion leaped towards him, hefted him by his middle and pulled him inside. The music inside was deafening but at least it covered up his surprised yelp as he was deposited unceremoniously on a couch between Nervous-Undyne and Chill-Papyrus who gave him a long-suffering grin.

The lab was full of monsters Sans recognized yet didn't- they were all reversed versions of their usual selves. It seemed to be some sort of celebration that half the underworld was attending since the bottom level of the Lab was packed wall-to-wall with monsters who were all laughing, dancing and having a great time. Over by the furthest wall Sans was surprised to notice a makeshift bar had even been erected and Grillby, who now had six arms and four pairs of spectacles was passing out cups of flaming spiders.

oh, now that's a bit far, isn't it?

"You made it, brah!" The robot behind the DJ-booth shouted at Sans over his own music as his hands scratched his records necessarily. Sans was having trouble matching the white-and-blue robot in his backwards baseball cap with anyone he knew from his own universe. The fact that the robot's chassis was dented in multiple spots and he had wires hanging loose didn't help the matter.

It was only when he noticed Mettaton in his ghost form dancing nervously on their own in the very corner of the dance floor that he figured it out.

"hey, napsta." Sans said, forcing enthusiasm. Had they mistook him for the Sans from this universe? Napstaton nodded cockily at him and then turned back to his mixing. The current song was a weird re-hash of Death By Glamour but more industrial-sounding and with a baseline that made Sans' bones rattle.

"FORGET YOUR CAPE, SANS?" Alternate Papyrus was grinning casually but his eyes were dancing with amusement. damn him. Seeing a new twinkle in those dark sockets at his annoyance Sans desperately hoped that this Papyrus hadn't tried to look in on him and Frisk last night. That would reach some unprecedented levels of awkward.

"uh.. yeah. it just sorta... capered off?" Sans winced internally at the awful pun but the way Alternate Paps cringed made it worthwhile. Beside him, Undyne groaned minutely.

Sans recalled how at this point in the timeline Undyne would have recently revealed her secret regarding the amalgamations which was probably what this party was all about. Papyrus would probably say something kind and encouraging to her, Sans realized. Then he tried to think about how Papyrus would phrase it and moaned internally.

"w-wowie, undyne. you did a really good thing by sendin' everyone's family home. i guess my- uh, super amazing training worked after all?" Sans could feel himself blushing. He didn't like complimenting himself (especially since he was taking credit for another Sans' actions) but they'd get suspicious if he didn't. At least Undyne perked up a little at the praise.

"OF COURSE IT DID. YOU'RE THE BEST, BRO." Alternate Papyrus's grin was practically off-the-charts.

Sans extracted himself from the couch with effort and bent himself into a Papyrus-like stance of self-appreciation.

"i am. the great sans. after all." He angled himself so that only Papyrus could see the brief warning flash of blue in his eyesocket. The bastard just grinned wider at it, reaching critical-meltdown levels of smirk. "and i shall, uh, regale you all with stories of my greatness. but first i gotta use the bathroom."

Sans got two steps towards the lab exit before he felt a strong, clawed hand close on his arm. He gulped.

The music stopped abruptly as tension filled the room. With a wet gloop one of the amalgamates which Sans hadn't noticed before dropped a limb on the floor and then tried to reattach it nonchalantly.

"NOT SO FAST, short stuff." Alphys said, her grip like iron. Trying to maintain some semblance of composure, Sans gave her a pathetic attempt at a grin. Was she on to him? He could feel the sweat appearing on his forehead but there was nothing he could do about it. Alphys' single eye pinned him in place like a spear.

The impulse to teleport away was overpowering but that was probably the worst thing he could do in this situation, Sans decided.

"You promised Undyne some of your 'you're not a huge liar' spaghetti. You wouldn't DREAM of backing out on her, would you?" Alphys' lips had curled back into a predatory smile that would brook no argument.

"s-spaghetti?" Sans managed. He was sure he could hear his humerus bending between her claws. Belatedly he tacked on a little "nyeh heh heh?"

Oh, she was definitely onto the fact that something was amiss with him. Alphys was an analytical type no matter what universe she was occupying, apparently. She must make an extremely effective captain of the Royal Guard. Sans wondered how Prince Asriel had ever made it past her.

"you're right! let's kill... some pasta?" Sans had spied on enough of of his brother's cooking lessons to get a general idea of Undyne's philosophy regarding cuisine but he'd always gotten bored by the time they went beyond laying out the initial ingredients. He kicked himself internally for his laziness.

The music started up again at a slightly-less-earbone-shredding volume this time.

He yelped again as Alphys picked him up, leaped to the second floor, cleared off Undyne's work bench by kicking nearly everything to the ground and then set him in front of it. She pulled a crumpled-up box of noodles and an armful of tomatoes and garlic from her pockets to Sans' amazement.

"GRILLBY!" Alyphs roared and Sans watched the eight-limbed flame-monster orchestrate a team of spiders which descended from the ceiling with an NTT-brand oven. Sans looked between the ingredients laid out before him and tried to remember everything he could about cooking. It wasn't much. At least he knew how to make 'dogs and he hoped to God that the same principle applied here.

"shouldn't there be, i dunno, water?" Sans asked, looking skeptically up at the menacing dinosaur-monster. Her good eye crinkled suspiciously. shit!

"wowie?" He added.

"Water?" Alphys gave an irritated flick of her tail and tilted her head to the side. "What's gotten into you, Sans?"

Papyrus and Undyne had just mounted the stairs the normal way and were keeping well back from the impromptu kitchen. The alternate Papyrus seemed to be staring at Alphys very intently and Sans could see the tension in his hunched shoulders. He didn't know what would happen if Alphys decided he was an impostor but Sans knew it probably wouldn't be good. It would probably end with him in approximately 206 separate pieces.

Sans tried to make up for lost points by using his Papyrus-pose again by sticking his chest out, shoulders back and jaw high in the air. He channeled all his limited snootiness into a single "nyeh heh heh heh!". He felt ridiculous.

"i. the great sans. am going to go where no pasta chef has ever gone before." He turned to the crowd which had formed around them (also keeping well out of harm's way). "i am going to try. a new technique to defeat. spaghetti?"

Sans couldn't help but feel a little impressed with himself as he turned dramatically, found a water faucet on Undyne's lab bench and filled a large, clean-looking beaker about a third of the way. Undyne didn't look worried about his choice of pot so he figured it hadn't been used for anything nasty.

Next, he turned the stove on high-but-not-too-high and let the water begin to boil. Alphys' eye was still watching him as he bustled around the kitchen but she seemed more intrigued than suspicious. Good thing Al was always a sucker for learning new things.

Sans contemplated the vegetables. The round, slightly-bruised tomatoes seemed to say their final prayers as he stood over them, fist raised to smash them like he'd seen Papyrus do. He brought his fist down as hard as he could and one of the tomatoes squelched a little before rebounding back to normal. He had dealt it 1 damage. Alphys stiffened behind him in confusion and he could have sworn Papyrus gave a snort of laughter which was quickly turned into an awkward cough.

"n-new technique, remember? gotta, uh, show 'em who's boss first." Sans muttered with as much conviction as he could muster. He stepped back from the workbench and sent Undyne a silent apology.

Raising his left hand he summoned a line of bones and willed them to wicked sharpness as they floated and tumbled above the doomed tomatoes and a single clove of garlic. The crowd took in a sharp breath of excitement. He unleashed his attack and the flurry of bladed bones slammed into the bench and diced the tomatoes in short order, dicing up much of the bench along with it.

Sans felt everyone's impressed stares crawling on his back as he scooped the decimated vegetables into another beaker which he set on a lower heat beside the first. Then he added some pasta to the now-boiling water and stepped back.

"now for my special attack." He muttered so only he could hear. He grinned and waited.

Alphys grew more and more tense as the minute mark passed and he still hadn't moved. The crowd seemed enthralled and Sans simply felt exhausted. It was such a hassle being Papyrus, he didn't know how his brother could handle it.

handled it. he's dead, remember?

Sans shook his head minutely to clear away the ugly thought. He would grieve when he wasn't on trial.

Two minutes passed and Sans tested the pasta with a mixing rod. It was softer now and would bend if he pressed on it. That was supposed to happen, right? He stirred the sauce as well and added some salt and pepper which Grillby handed over at his request.

Three minutes and Alphys looked like she was about to explode. The Leader of the Royal Guard has turned about as red as the sauce Sans was stirring casually.

Four minutes.

"AAAAAAGH! I CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE!" Alphys hit the stovetop with both fists and both beakers went flying into the air. All eyes followed them up, up, up as they seemed to hover in slow-motion. Sans saw his chance and seized it.

Faster than the eye could follow he teleported over to a stack of plates he'd seen downstairs, grabbed them and blipped back into his original place in the next instant. With a muted blue flash of his eyesocket he grabbed the slowly-descending pasta and sauce in a field of his magic and guided it to the dozen-or-so plates he'd fanned out before him. As his magic took hold, however, he could've sworn he felt the tingle of his magic mingling with someone else's. He could feel the smugness in the orange-tasting magic prod him in good humor as it dissipated.

There was a shocked moment of surprise as everyone's mind caught up to what they'd just witnessed then a thunderous applause of clapping tentacles, claws and other appendages broke loose. The Royal GuardCats yowled their pleasure and rushed up to nuzzle Sans with their furry heads. Sans felt himself blush a deep indigo in embarrassment.

At least the pasta had been a resounding success that even Alphys couldn't deny despite her protests about him not being aggressive enough. Undyne had accepted hers with a nervous nod and stared at the plate for a long moment before finally mustering the courage to taste it. When she did, she couldn't stop the smile that appeared on her thin, expressive lips.

"W-wow Sans. This is really good!" Undyne praised him and Sans couldn't help but feel a little proud of himself. It had been so, so long since he'd actually made something for someone else and it felt good. He wondered if he should make Frisk something to apologize for the way he'd acted that morning.

However, the warm, fuzzy moment was not to last. Sans felt his cell buzzing in his pocket and he politely excused himself to answer it by the lab entrance door.

"that you, kid?" Sans asked but was immediately bowled over by Frisk's whispered shouting.

"Sans! What're you doing!? You need to get out of there right n-"

The front door of the Lab burst open so hard that it practically came off his hinges. Sans was distantly aware of Frisk still talking on his phone but his attention was completely captured by the blue-faced, panting skeleton that had appeared in the threshold right in front of him.

The two of them locked stares for a confused moment that seemed to drag on like a snail-race. Alternate Sans' expression shifted from enthusiastic exhaustion through enthusiastic surprise, enthusiastic confusion, more-enthusiastic amusement and back to the confusion again. Then the alternate Sans actually smiled. The sincerity in that beaming grin practically knocked the wind out of Sans, it was just so completely Papyrus.

Sans took a step backwards into a shortcut on instinct and teleported. He found himself suddenly on the other side of the Hotland main plateau behind a boulder and fell to his knees.

that was too close. He thought, knowing that if he'd had a heart it would be pounding right out of his chest. From across the open room he could hear his alternate self shout in surprise at his sudden disappearance. He watched the other Sans lean out the doorway with an enthusiastically dumbfounded expression and look around wildly for his doppelganger but then he seemed to remember something and ducked back inside.

"everyone! there's been an emergency!" Sans heard his own muffled voice only because it was turned up to maximum volume. He could hear Alphys shout something back at him and there was some confused yelling before Alternate Sans appeared outside again with the alternate Papyrus, Undyne, Alphys and even Napstaton though the latter was limping and sparking. It occurred to Sans that Asriel had probably pummeled the robot pretty well during their dramatic fight to reach the King.

Alternate Sans took one last look around the plateau before herding his friends and brother into the elevator at the northern edge of the room.

"-Sans! Sans are you there?!" The speaker on Sans' phone are shouting at him and it took him a moment to realize he was still on the line with Frisk.

"uh, yeah. yeah i'm here. sorry." He said, bringing the phone back to his skull as he tried to process everything at once.

"I think Flowey's making his move. You need to get to the Throne Room now." Frisk's voice sounded uncharacteristically emotional and something about it sent up little red flags for him. He never knew exactly what happened with Frisk after Flowey stole all their souls but he knew it probably wasn't good.

"meet you there, okay?"

But the line had already gone dead.

That wasn't a good sign at all. Sans stood using the boulder for support and looked up to the top of the Hotland cavern where the NTT resort glittered at the threshold of the Core. This universe was a good one, and he vowed not to fail them like he had the last one.

Next, he searched around for a shortcut to the Throne Room and leaped through it.

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Hope you all enjoyed 'Cooking with a Killer Skeleton'! I knew I wanted to work something like this into the Underswap arc at some point and i"m happy with how it turned out. Also you gotta give poor Sans a hand for all those 'nyeh heh heh's he managed. Those take a lot of energy.

I also wanted to mention that in my own playthrough I had always intended to finish all of Genocide mode but when I finally killed Sans and the reality of what I'd just done to him crashed over me I couldn't stop myself from hitting the ESC key and quitting as fast as I could. I was so worked up afterwards I had to take a shower and everything. Afterwards I RESET and then watched the rest of it online. Ironically, I'm really glad that I quit when I did because apparently Chara possesses you if you complete the mode and then it screws over any later pacifist endings? Yikes!

Right now my game file is happily living on the surface and I intend to keep it that way hehe. :P

Next chapter up on Thursday!

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